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"My name's Blaine." The brown haired stranger informed Kurt before offering his hand. Never one to be impolite to someone with equally good manners, Kurt matched the motion and forced a smile.
"Kurt." The blue eyed boy offered, before actually smiling at the way curly hair boy mouthed the name to himself, as if he was trying to remember it. Kurt couldn't help but notice how good looking the other boy was, and while there was no denying that Kurt was physically attracted to him, Kurt was fully aware that that was all he'd let himself feel. There was a moment of silence and Kurt realized that he was supposed to be asking the other boy a question. However when he went to open his mouth Blaine let a little chuckle out.
"Now Kurt," Blaine spoke softly, allowing the new name to roll off his tongue. "Judging by your suitcase, I take it that you should be on your way to the dean's office to officially sign your boarding papers?" Kurt raised his eyebrows slightly before nodding, not feeling the need to question how Blaine knew that. "Well then allow me to escort you." Blaine offered, swaying his hand in the direction of a large corridor.
"You don't have to." Kurt commented, wincing at his harsh tone before reminding himself that he isn't here to make friends. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother. You can just tell me which direction I should go in." Blaine's lips were pursed in thought before speaking again.
"See I would just do that, Kurt, but the thing about Dalton is that it's kind of like Hogwarts." Kurt couldn't help the small snort that he released over such a dorky comment. "I mean the staircases practically move on their own, so it is very easy to get lost." Blaine's tone continued to be extremely playful and Kurt found himself having trouble keeping up his wall.
"I'm a big boy, Blaine. I'm sure I can handle it." Kurt informed him and Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment. He was probably trying to figure out why Kurt was being so cold. He smiled again before he spoke.
"I'm sure you could," Blaine admitted before he reached down to loosely grab Kurt's hand. "But I know a shortcut."
And before Kurt could pull his hand away, he was being gently pulled down the now emptying hallways. Kurt didn't say anything and neither did Blaine.
The only thing that Kurt could think about was the annoyance he felt in himself. The fact that he didn't remove his hand from the handsome boy's gripped irritated him, but something frustrated him more. He couldn't deny the spark of joy that he felt when his hand was grabbed, the quick moment of having someone close to him again(as brief as it was) but he would definitely try to forget it.
The pair stopped in front of a wooden door with a small plank that read 'Main Office'. Pulling his hand out of Blaine's, he quickly thanked him before making to enter the office, only to have his hand grabbed again.
"When you're settled in, we should hang out." Blaine had a heart stopping grin on his face, made all the more endearing when he winked. "I'm in room 107." He released his loose grip on Kurt's hand and began walking down the hallway backwards, still smiling slightly at Kurt.
Waiting till he was out of sight, Kurt took a moment to release a breath he didn't know he was holding.
'Why does he look at me like that?' Kurt couldn't help but wondering. Thinking back to the way Blaine looked when he smiled, the way it actually reached his eyes and through those eyes someone could practically see into his heart.
Kurt had trouble understanding why he would look at himlike that. Kurt hadn't seen a genuine smile that wasn't laced with sadness or empathy in so long. 'It's because he doesn't know you. He would look at you like everyone else, if he did.'A part of Kurt's subconscious reminded him before shaking all those thoughts, even the good ones, from his head and entering into the office.
He was immediately introduced to the school's Dean, Mr. Clove, who after about only 5 minutes, Kurt decided was already largely more useful than Figgins.
He was told a little more about the school and their policies. He was given a handbook on the school rules and soon he was signing his boarding papers and giving his first tuition check.
"As for your schedule, Mr. Hummel," At the use of that name, Kurt fought the urge to look to the side where his father would normally be seated, before realizing that Mr. Clove was actually referring to himself. "You'll begin classes on Monday. This means you have the weekend to get comfortable." Kurt nodded, almost looking forward to getting his life out of suitcases and boxes. "One of members of student body will drop by your room sometime this weekend, to help you get properly adjusted, give you your schedule, show you around." Kurt wanted to ask if he could opt out of that, but worried about seeming rude. He was handed his room key and told he was free to get settled in.
"Thank you very much, Sir." Kurt spoke softly before making his way to his new room, 114. A single room with a shared bathroom which was the closest thing Kurt could get to total privacy.
Once he unlocked his door and entered his room, he quickly put his suitcase in before heading straight back to the car to grab more of his things and bringing them back up. Keeping up with this pattern until his SUV was empty and once empty room was now a box filled mess.
He wanted to tackle the pile of boxes that filled his room immediately but figured that he should probably have some sort of dinner first. Glancing at his phone to see the time, he noticed two things. The first was that he had multiple unread text messages from his former glee club members, which he promptly answered with generic and light hearted statements, in order to make sure nobody worried about him.
The second thing he noticed was that it was edging towards 7 o'clock. Dinner had already been going on for almost two hours now, which allowed Kurt to release a sigh of relief, he did not feel like entering into a cafeteria full of strangers.
Entering into the cafeteria, Kurt couldn't help but remember what Blaine had told him. The dining hall really did remind him of Hogwarts. The large wooden tables and wooden panel walls making it appear almost castle like but unlike Hogwarts it was nearly empty. Kurt quickly items for dinner before he found a small table in the corner to eat, thankfully undisturbed.
The food at Dalton, Kurt decided, was decent. It was nothing like what he would cook for dinner at home, but Kurt decided that he was completely happy with that. He had no ability to cook dinner for himself here (apart from the small kitchen that his floor shared for cooking snacks) but Kurt also had no desire to cook either. Cooking had able been something he had done from him father, since he was old enough to properly understand his mother's old cookbooks. It was something that Kurt once considered enjoyable and therapeutic, but not anymore. Now it was just something to remind him that he had no oneto cook for.
By the time Kurt had finished eating and made it back to his room (stealing a couple of snacks to keep up in his mini fridge until he had time to properly stock it) the time was edging towards 8 but his body was already exhausted.
Kurt had a quick debate between unpacking his room and taking a hot shower, the latter winning in the end. Digging threw one of the boxes; he located his shower caddy and a pair of suitable pyjamas before knocking on the bathroom door and entering when he heard no signs of protest.
The bathroom, like his bedroom, was white in color and very harshly lit. Two sinks sat on a counter with a shower and toilet parallel to that. Stripping down into his birthday suit, he stepped into the shower and began to wash the day off.
Later that night, when Kurt had finished his shower and decided not to finish unpacking, he laid in his bed. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to get use to this. His new life. It wasn't something that would come easily. Speaking to Blaine had been an obvious warning of that. Kurt couldn't help the small part of him that wanted to continue to get to know him, but he wasn't worried about that actually happening. The hurt, fear and anger he was currently being suffocated by wouldn't let him...and Kurt was fine with that.
Once Kurt finally finished with his thoughts and his head was clear. He was able to hear something. Through the tiny walls, Kurt could hear the person on the other side snoring softly. He couldn't help the small and sad smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't stop the tears that gathered. It was the first time in a long time he had heard snoring and the sound reminded him of his dad. And although the snoring was nothing like his father, who could practically pull the wallpaper off the wall he slept, the sound was comforting never the less and it quickly lulled Kurt to sleep.
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