Chapter 1: Pretending to be Normal
Kurt figured it was good he had a lot of imagination. The morning of the move, he could very well pretend he was this normal kid, packing his bags in the back of his Navigator, and driving off to college after a teary goodbye with his parents. But Kurt Hummel was anything but normal. His itinerary looked daunting. Breakfast, prep time, press conference, ride to Air force 1, plane trip to New Haven, ride to Yale main office, short meeting with Dean, ride to dorm building, press conference, and parental departure. Kurt was just finishing his moisturizing routine, when Marie walked in to remind him of said schedule. He barely paid attention to her, and moved to get his new Marc Jacobs coat. Soon enough, he was walking towards the presidential limo, with Mike and Noah following.
When he finally got in the car, his dad and Carole were already there, his dad with a newspaper, and Carole was looking at something in Marie's IPad. They talked for a little while, but really, it was difficult enough without trying to fill the silences. Burt and Kurt were similar in that they tried to ignore that sad feeling for as long as they could.
Air Force 1 on the other hand was filled with the advisors talking to all of them, and the mostly with him. His behavior was very important, he had to portray a certain image to the public, and although yes, he was not in the direct presence of his father, he wasn't his father, but in any case everything he does reflects on Burt, and for some reason on his policies.
Yale looked exactly like every brochure, book, movie, and photo he'd ever seen. It was an incredible feeling. Of course, it didn't last long. The moment his father stepped out of the car, the band started playing "Hail to the Chief", and the crowds began to cheer around them. Kurt decided to pace up and get inside the building before the protesters started being the louder group.
The dorm looked more like a fancy apartment complex. From the open doors he gathered that all rooms were doubles, that they had living rooms, and individual bathrooms. He wondered if Sam was waiting for him in his room already, if he would accept Kurt after dealing with the agents, and the press and all the baggage Kurt brought with him. The third floor was a little quiet, but he assumed it was because the secret service had already flanked both ends of the hallway.
Kurt opened the fourth door on the left and entered behind Mike, who walked in and made a small survey of the room, then walked out. Kurt noticed that Sam wasn't there, but instead of taking the more comfortable bed, he took the one that was close to the door, and therefore a little more uncomfortable to deal with. His dad chose to stand by the window, while the guys brought in the bags, and a few boxes into the room. Soon he was saying goodbye to Carole, who stepped outside to give Kurt a few minutes with his dad.
"You know, you have no idea how proud I am of you" Burt said, turning around, and finally looking at Kurt through tear shined eyes.
"Dad…" Kurt started but Burt interrupted.
"And your mom. God, she would be just as proud as me." Burt said, with a little more emotion. "After Middle School and High School… after all that went on, and everything else you had to deal with… You are so strong kiddo, so brave. They all tried to bring you down, to tear you up, but you didn't let them, you pushed forward, and look at you now. The young man you've turned into Kurt… I'd have been proud of half the man you are now"
Kurt threw himself into his dad's arms, and hugged him tight. This is what happened between them. They didn't speak until the last moment possible, and then it usually meant, one of them was crying, likely, that most of the times it would be Kurt.
"I want you to enjoy this Kurt. This is your life, and yes, I need you to act a certain way, and respect certain rules, but I need you to have fun as well. I need to know you are happy here." Burt said while he watched Kurt's smiling tear stained face.
"I will dad, don't worry"
Burt nodded, and took a small step back, smiling. Soon enough, they walked out of the room and walked outside the building. "Hail to the Chief" was playing when they walked out, and the crowds cheered/booed as Burt and Carole, hugged Kurt one last time, before getting into the limo. Kurt walked back inside, and decided to wait for Sam while unpacking his stuff.
A knock on the door distracted him, and he walked over, opened and found the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was a little shorter than him, light olive skin; dark hair gelled down into a helmet, which for some reason looked good on him. Deep hazel eyes and an amazing smile.
"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson; I'll be the R.A in this floor. I figured I could introduce myself now, and see if you needed anything." The man, Blaine, said.
"I-I uhm. I'm good I think" Kurt said.
"Ok, but here is your dorm rules packet, and there is also one for your roommate Sam, he called and said he was stuck in traffic, but he should be here soon." Blaine said handing Kurt a couple of booklets.
"Thanks" Kurt said. "I'm Kurt by the way"
"Nice to meet you Kurt, I hope you enjoy your time here" Blaine said and then waved good bye as he walked away.
Kurt stood at the door for a few minutes watching Blaine walk away, it wasn't until Noah, sort of cleared his throat that he realized he was staring at a closed door down the hallway.
"Noah, what are the chances of you and Mike not searching my roommate when he gets here?" Kurt asked the agent, trying to think of something other than his very attractive and very likely straight, R.A.
"For the millionth time, please call me Puck, I hate my first name. And no can do on the search. We need to make sure this kid isn't a closet axe murderer." Puck said with a little joke-y tone.
"Kurt, you know your dad would fire us if we just let him in, and then you'd have to deal with Tina, cause she would murder you for getting me fired" Mike joked with him as well.
There was a particular reason Kurt didn't really mind having Noah (He refused to call him Puck) and Mike as his bodyguards. For one, they'd known him since he was 17 and they were fresh off the agent training. Second, they'd managed to stay true to their job without being soulless robot bodyguards; for some reason, they could talk to Kurt as a friend and not feel the need to worry that Kurt will get upset. Granted, when his dad or any senior officer was around they both were protocol personified, but when it was everyone else, Kurt could almost say they were friends. His only friends.
For all the time he spent selecting and organizing his bag, unpacking it was definitely a lot simpler. Granted, he could have used a little more closet space, but it was all great. He was reading over his packet, when he heard the voices outside his door.
"… I mean, come on, do you really have to search it all?!" a voice said. It sounded like Sam was there. "Oh no! please just leave the beers!"
Kurt could hear a little scrambling, and dragging, and soon enough, Mike was holding a door open, and Noah was helping a shaggy haired blond man bring in two large duffel suitcases.
"Hi! I'm Kurt" he said stepping forward to shake the blonde's hand. "I'm so glad you are here"
"Me too, but can you ask Mohawk to give me back the beers?" Sam said, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Not going to happen" Puck said from the door.
"We'll work on him" Kurt said smirking, and then helped Sam move his suitcases to his side of the room.
"Thanks for leaving the better bed I guess"
"It's the least I can do considering you agreed to be my roommate" Kurt said a little sheepishly.
"Between you and the weird science major with the pet rats… I choose being questioned by the FBI any day" Sam said.
Kurt obviously didn't hear the joke tone cause he immediately blanched at what Sam had said. "FBI? Did they…? Omg! I am going to kill my father!"
"Hey no! I was joking! Please don't kill your dad, his arts grants initiative is going to help me pay for college" Sam said smirking now.
"Ha, ha" Kurt said sarcastically. Soon enough they were both organizing the room so it felt a little homier.
After a couple of hours, and three failed attempts of Sam trying to get his beers back, he was changing into a slightly nicer shirt, and nice shoes.
"And where are you headed?" Kurt asked a little curious.
"Greek row parties" Sam said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do you want to come?"
"I can't. I have a planned night with the Dean" Kurt said making a face.
"Your dad?"
"His advisors"
"That must be a bummer"
"It is, but it'll be over early, so I'll probably come back here to the lounge and watch a movie"
Sam left soon after for the party, after a renewed attempt to get Kurt to come with him. Kurt remained steadfast though: no party.
The dinner with the Dean and some of the faculty, didn't last late as predicted, and when he got to the lounge, he could see it was already occupied.
"Hey Kurt! Wanna watch with?" said the voice of one Blaine Anderson.