I woke up in a daze alone in a strange room. So this wasn't a dream. Crap. Pulling back the warm duvet, I stumbled out of bed and into the hall way. I never got a look round yesterday (Is it yesterday? How long was I out?) But now I started to really take in my surroundings. There were multiple doors in the hallway; each had the occupants name in simple white paint. Some were doubled up 'Jeff and Nick' whilst some were single 'Puckerman', I turned around to see whose room I stayed in, and I felt comfort in the knowledge that I slept in Finn's room. That's when I noticed I was in an oversized football jersey, and large men's shorts, that came below my knee and were rolled at the waistband numerous times. I felt a blush creeping along my pale skin, and I gracefully made my way to the stairs, following the yelling to lead me to the other housemates.
"Why did you have to take him?"
"I don't see the problem; this makes your babysitting easier!"
"Finn, calm down, Hunt and Seb must have a good reason."
"Shut the Fu-"AHEM!
I c couldn't stand there any longer and listen to them arguing about me. "First of all, I can handle myself and speak for myself Finn. Secondly I don't appreciate strangers talking about me as if I'm not here." I could feel my frustration growing and I just wanted this nightmare to end. Suddenly a blonde boy around my age bounded up to me with a dazzling smile and grabbed my hand.
"I'm sorry about these idiots, no class. Hi, my name's Jeff, I'm 16, my boyfriend is Nick who is 17 and…err…well…I forgot!" I couldn't help but giggle along to Jeff, who actually seemed really nice, despite what I've been told about criminals. I looked over to Nick, who watched Jeff with the look of a blind man seeing the sun, when he noticed my stare he flashed me a smile and got up to great me. Everyone seemed to get the hint and introduced themselves. Looking around I got a good look at the boys and girls in the room. Santana was a feisty Latino, with a giggling blonde called Britney on her arm. Sam was a dork, while 'Puck' (I think I'll stick to Noah) was a typical, stereotypical bad boy. Tina and Mike were engaged, and I swear there is a strong bromance, or secret relationship between Wes and David. There was also a boy named Thad, who seemed very business-like, and Artie described himself as a 'badass, tech, wheeling playa' and Trent was like a little ball of sunshine.
"Well you already know me and Hunter, and by the outburst last night, I'm guessing you may know Finnocence." Sebastian drawled the smarmy smirk presence on his face. "Why don't ya sit down and explain what happened last night and Finn, why don't you tell us why you have a brother and didn't tell us."
Finn dragged me to the couch where I sat in-between himself and Niff, who I think have adopted me. You could feel the powerful aura radiating from Hunter and Sebastian and I really want to know everything about them. I had so many questions, and I may just have a chance. Hunter gave me and encouraging smile, and Sebastian looked at me softly. I would never of thought that the two most notorious gang leaders would be soft and gentle.
"It was nothing really. When I'm overwhelmed I tend to black out. I guess my mind wanted a bit of time to comprehend what had happened. I mean, I wake up and go buy some shopping, and nearly get run over and shot, then two of the biggest gangsters take me to their hide out where I see my brother working with them!" I see everyone giving me sympathetic glances, and I'm surprised at the emotion everyone is showing, maybe they're not so bad.
"Well Kurt I suppose you need a tour of the house, and we will sort out clothes or you. Puck and Sam, why don't you go racketeering instead. Me and Seb need to stay with Kurt I think."
"Racketeering? What's that?" I asked as I stood up to follow Hunter, Sebastian and Finn, Jeff still glued to my arm.
"Racketeering is a person who commits illegal crimes for business. For example, bootlegging and liquor smuggling. It's time to learn the business Kurt! Welcome to the Warblers and New Directions!" Sebastian exclaimed, pulling out a striped tie like everyone wore and handed it over.
I am now a criminal…at least the guys are hot.
