My apologies for taking so long on my updates. Life has been pretty hectic. I am beyond amazed at the reviews I have gotten from this story, I never imagined it being this much of a hit. Thanks to everyone, you're reviews are so kind and they mean the world to me! I really hope that you enjoy the next chapter, and my awful French! -Insert Disclaimer-
The last thing Blaine Anderson expected was to walk into his bedroom and see that it exploded. Well, not in the literal sense of the word, but it was pretty much close. There were clothes scattered all over the entire room, hanging from the closet, off of the bed, across the desk and against the back of the desk chairs. There were jeans folded up on the bookshelves and the coffee table. Kurt stood in the middle of the room, hands pressed to his hips and looking around the room while he tapped his foot.
"Ummm Kurt?"
"Sainte mère de Gucci!" The French boy shrieked, turning around to stare at his roommate in shock before placing a hand over his heart to try and calm himself down. "You gave me a fright, Blaine." He spoke once his breathing returned to normal.
Blaine couldn't help but chuckle and stare at the other, muffling his laughter behind his fist and trying to avoid eye contact. "Sorry." He chuckled.
"Pas grand-chose." Kurt mumbled before turning back to the room as Blaine fully entered and shut the door.
"So what are you doing?" Blaine asked casually, stepping over various shoes and other miscellaneous items.
Kurt sighed and turned back to his friend. "Father tries to buy my love and sent me the new Marc Jacobs fall collection." He murmured, staring at the clothes. "I love them, but of course. I just…" the boy shrugged slightly, turning his gaze to a silk blue scarf as he played the soft material through his fingers. "He doesn't even know that my school has uniforms." He shrugged.
Blaine smiled sadly, feeling for the boy as he took a few steps forward, glancing from Kurt's point of view at all the clothes. "I think I may have an idea." He smirked.
"Oh mon."
"You sound Jamaican." Blaine chuckled, causing a completely adorable glare from Kurt.
"Well pardon me Monsieur Dapper Pantalons." Kurt smirked, rolling his eyes as he glanced around the room in shock and awe.
Blaine grinned before pausing and pulling out his iPhone and typing in the words into a translator behind Kurt's back. "Did you just call me Mr. Dapper Pants?"
Kurt just giggled, freaking giggled, at the shock on Blaine's face before shrugging. "Maybe, maybe not."
"Chienne."
Kurt's jaw dropped and he stared at him in shock before bursting out into a fit of musical laughter. Blaine stared at him in confusion, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Hadn't he just called Kurt evil? "Uh…what did I just call you."
"A bitch." Kurt smirked, crossing his arms. "Maybe you shouldn't be using those online translators." He teased.
"How can I not? Half the time you're rambling on in words I don't even understand."
"Pardon me Monsieur." Kurt grinned.
"See!" Blaine pointed, a little childlike, but what the hell?
Kurt rolled his blue green eyes once more and giggled a little bit. "You are such a baby." He smiled. "I really can't help it." He chuckled. "I am from France."
"Guys! Where do you want these box-whoa." Wes spoke, pausing with a box full of clothes in the doorway of the open room. "Where the hell did this room come from?"
Blaine chuckled softly, rubbing at his curls. "I may or may not have added some shelves to the abandoned janitors closet when I was going through that Harry Potter phase."
"A phase? Blaine, buddy, you were addicted!"
"Was not!" the red boy yelled.
David smirked, walking in behind Wes after hearing the last bit of the conversation. "Blaine, you wore a cloak and Gryffindor scarf every day for a month-"
"How did you even get away with that-"
"And you ungelled your hair-"
"I mean, with the uniform thing-"
"And wore your glasses-"
"I mean, I couldn't even dye my hair-"
"And made everyone watch that stupid puppet pals video-"
"And-"
"Okay okay! I get it guys!"
Kurt bit at his lip, watching David explain while Wes added in a commentary, then Blaine fell into the conversation easily. He tried not to look so disappointed, but he felt a little left out. Those three had been friends forever and he was just….some new kid or something. The only thing he had remotely close to friends was when he did cheering at the local community center. He didn't even go to a real school! He ate lunch on his own with a tutor his father would send him to do his classes. He didn't have anyone to share inside jokes with or have lunch with or just be friends with.
"Everything alright?" Blaine asked suddenly, staring at him in concern.
Kurt looked up suddenly, unaware that he was letting his emotions flitter across his face, and he just waved his hand nonchalantly. "Vous garçons bêtes" he teased, rolling his eyes. "I do not yet understand your American jokes."
Wes and Blaine looked stumped but David smirked a tiny bit. "We're not all stupid Frenchy." He winked.
Kurt blushed and huffed, crossing his arms over his uniformed chest. "Ecouter." He mumbled causing another chuckle from David.
"How do you even understand him?" Wes asked suddenly, placing down the box.
"You were the one who decided Korean-"
"My mom forced me!"
"And Blaine decided Italian."
"I thought it was sexy."
"I on the other hand chose French." David finished.
Kurt stared blankly. "How do you all do that?"
"Do what?" Blaine questioned.
"All of you just….have this conversation full of interruptions and you all just….vous travailler tous ensemble si bien ... je suis jaloux." He spoke, suddenly nervous of the other two hearing his words.
David took a step forward and smiled at him, whispering softly. "There's no need to be envious, Kurt. You haven't even been here two days and we already consider you a friend."
"Un ami?"
"Of course you silly boy. You're our friend."
Kurt flushed happily at them and nodded his head happily. "Okay!" he grinned.
Blaine looked over, and Wes caught a flash of jealousy in his friend's eye. He set a hand on his shoulder and smiled softly, winking at him. "Don't worry Blainey boy, nobody is going to steal Frenchy from you."
"He's my friend, that's it."
Wes just smirked as he sauntered off, grabbing David on the way to get more boxes. "You just keep telling yourself that." He grinned.
Blaine blushed as he watched Kurt work to keep up, his ears pink.
He ran a hand over his face.
He was totally….how did Kurt say it?
Je ne sais quoi.
I know not what.
Blaine paused before shaking his head and making a stop at the library.
He seriously needed a French to English Dictionary.
