Description: Sort of crack-ish. The story of Kurt and Blaine, from the two who were always there.

Warnings: Slight language, possible slight adult themes to come.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Except for the two who were always there!


Chapter 1: Hello, New Inhabitants!

I waited all summer, praying that my next inhabitant(s?) would be better than the last. With my damned luck, I'll probably get the worst student this preppy school has to offer, I thought.

The first day of school. Oy. Here we go. Two boys walked in. One of them, Wes, I knew. He was here two years ago. He was all right, but his girlfriend called to yell at him ALL THE FREAKIN' TIME. The other boy I didn't recognize. He was kind of cute - not my type though - with hazel eyes and dark curly hair- but he looked bored as Wes talked to him. How rude! He's probably an ignorant slacker who's just here 'cause his pap's got large amounts of dough.

"…And don't forget, Blaine, if you misbehave or show any form of improper conduct, I'm afraid the rights to having your own room will be taken away."

"I know, Wes, you've told me a million times!" the boy said, exasperated. RUUUDE.

"Yes, Blaine, just remember, even though you're a model student-"

Wes was cut off as Blaine slammed the door in his face, causing me to shake. Now, I may not be the nicest, most polite guy, but I can't stand people who just don't care. This guy was rude to an elder boy he probably didn't even know! Blaine threw his stuff in my closet and began to make his bed. He's probably going to be super lazy and messy and aaaugh this is terrible- wait. What the hell?

That is the neatest bed I've ever seen! I've seen LOTS of people make beds, but that's just freakin' weird! He must be like, OCD with beds or something! Yeah. That's it. OCD with beds.

I watched Blaine fall asleep. He looked so calm, content, and peaceful, a world away from the rude, slightly crazy dude he really is. Model student my toilet.


The next morning, Blaine put about 13 pounds of gel in his hair, tied his tie perfectly, and had a perfectly ironed uniform. Again, I found myself asking, What the hell?

After classes had ended and Blaine came back, he got a phone call. His ring tone was an incredibly obnoxious beeping noise. BEEP BEEP BEEEP.

"Hello, Wes?" He's friends with Wes?

"Yeah, I'll help you with English! ….Maybe, some math too? …Ok!" said Blaine, a bright smile on his face. He looked…excited… to help someone. Wait…so he's friends with Wes. That explains the rudeness he was just being friend like…and he likes school…and he's neat...Oh.

He's not crazy.

He's dapper.

I have a dapper room inhabitant.

Hell yeah.


Blaine is the best room inhabitant someone could have. He's neat, he's helpful, kind, pretty good looking, and he can sing. He sings in the shower a lot. I don't look at him, don't worry. That would be weird.

Anyways…this is much better than last year.

Although he seems to have a lot of friends, I can tell he's lonely. Sometimes he just flops on his bed and sighs for hours. One day he started to cry. People were walking outside, but no one came to comfort him. I wish I could help him sort out whatever crap he's going through. Sadly I can't. The most I can do is make sure his hot water never runs out and the A/C doesn't get too cold or too hot, but I don't think he notices that someone's trying to help him. I guess people take those comforts for granted.

The only bad thing that Blaine ever did to me was hang up a calendar. He didn't just use a thumbtack on a corkboard; he nailed it straight into the wall. It hurt like hell!


One day, about a third into the school year, he came back from Warbler practice early. He had a strange look on his face and flopped onto his bed. Oh no, he's going to be sad now. But instead of crying, he sort of…flailed happily on the bed and sort of squealed. Then he clapped his hand over his mouth, and made sure no one walking by had heard him. I laughed inwardly. What was up with Blaine? He flailed again, and then stopped. He got a sober look on his face and said to himself, "No. The last thing he needs now is a boyfriend, Blaine! NO. Bad Blaine, be a friend Blaine, mentor Blaine! YES! A MENTOR BLAINE."

Okay…NOW he's gone crazy.


Oh these boys, such wonderful young men. They always produce such wonderful sounds. Melodies, harmonies, beats, and oh, their lead singer! Such a dreamy boy! Today, he sang a nice little song about teenagers and their sweet dreams of romance. It was such a nice tune.

You see, I watch the boys practice singing. They always jump on couches and such. It seems like such fun. The only times that are not fun is when the blonde boy accidentally bumps into my walls when he does his flips. I worry about him so, but he is a strong, tough, young man.

Today, though, there was a boy who didn't seem tough. I had never seen him before. He was not wearing the uniform, so I thought at first he was a rebel. But rebels are tough-this boy was not, I'm afraid. He seemed nervous, but excited. I suppose those two emotions go together a lot, don't they? This boy was too pale, too skinny for my liking. He needed to get some food into his young body. I fear for his health. He was smiling and the end of the song. I wonder if he knew the lead singer; for the two of them plus two boys on the council left together.


Yep. My boy's gone insane. Blaine has been flailing around, then muttering things to himself, for days. I'm seriously starting to worry about him. He doesn't come back to me on weekends that much anymore, and spends much of his time after class away from Dalton. He checks his phone constantly, and he seems to always be sending the word "Courage" out to the same person. I can't read his phone that well, but I think he sends it to someone named Kirk or Kate or something.

One day, Blaine came back from a late night outing, muttering something about Marian Cote-Yard or something. He seemed happy. I guess that if Blaine has to pay with sanity to be happier, it's okay that he's going insane. As long as he doesn't go all psycho-killer, I'm good. I don't want blood smeared all over my walls.


A few weeks later, Blaine came in and did the ULTIMATE FLAIL. ULTRA-FLAIL, I guess you could call it. UBER-FLAIL. Anyways…

"KURTS TRANSFERRING TO DALTON TOMMOROW!" Blaine yelled at the top of his lungs.

"WE KNOW, BLAINE!" came a resounding yell from the surrounding dorms.

"AND HE'S GONNA BE IN MYYYYYY ROOOOOOM!" Blaine yelled again.

"WE KNOW!"

Wait. A new inhabitant? Oh god I hope he's all right!

Well, Blaine certainly seems to like him. Then again…he has gone insane…how do I know to trust his judgment anymore? Oh well, I guess I'll find out tomorrow.


The next day after school, I was nervous. So nervous, anyone in here would of thought an earthquake was happening because of the shaking. I made myself calm down. Ok, he can't be that bad, Blaine likes him, he's probably really-HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY THAT IS THE HOTTEST GUY I'VE EVER SEEN! HHHHHNNNNG!

He was a GOD. Perfectly pale skin, not too tall, not too short, beautiful brown hair that wasn't just brown, it was a million shades of it, wood-nymph looking nose and ears, wide pink lips and the most amazing eyes ever. Bluish-Greenish-Grayish, a little gold too. Freaking' supernova eyes.

"Welcome to our room, Kurt!" Blaine said, beside the god (Kurt, I guess). I hadn't even noticed him come in.

"Th-thanks." Kurt/God said, in the most high-pitched guy voice ever-it was beautiful. He put his stuff down in my closet and sat down on the new second bed. He was wearing really tight pants (hhhnnnnng ) and an awesome vest. This guy is awesome!

So this is who Blaine's been flailing over. I can see why someone would go insane over this kid.

Blaine left the room for whatever reason, and Kurt opened the closet and took out a uniform. He looked it over, sighing, and began to unbutton his vest. He's gonna take his shirt off OMIGOD. It's not like I had never seen a guy shirtless, I have plenty of times thank you very much, but this was God.

HOTNESS EXPLOSION OF AWESOME PALENESS-wait were those bruises? I didn't have enough time to see-the bathtub started running. GOD YAMMIT. Kurt pulled on his uniform shirt and ran to the bathroom, muttering, "What the hell?" He turned off the tub, looked at it for a second, then continued putting on the blazer and tie.

This is going to be a long year.