Chapter 2

Kurt stepped forward to unzip the leopard print suitcase which Wes had just placed on the four-poster bed - his bed for the foreseeable future. As the boy pulled the zip further I realised this case was full of things such as photographs, trinkets ect. Wes was right, this would help to make his side of the room feel like home. Or at least a little less foreign to him. I got up and crossed the room as he began to flick through a stack of glossy photos, stopping to stand next to him so I could see the contents clearly, eager to learn more about this God. 'Dammit Blaine!' my common sense alerted me. 'subeltly is the key!' Ah well, too late for that now i thought, practically resting on his shoulder trying to get a look. Luckily he didn't seem to notice the hobbit behind him, because Wes and David had started to help him unpack, and he seemed very wary of the two boys handling his things. "Ah! please don't touch that!" he gasped at David, who had started to play with a very threadbare looking blanket, tying it around his neck superman style and racing round the room. in his rush to save his possessions, kurt shoved the the pile of photos into my hands. oblivious to the scene taking place next to me, I figured a little flick through them wouldn't hurt anyone, it couldn't be classed as stalkerish yet, he'd gave them to me! On top of the pile was a picture of Kurt with his arms wrapped around a Latino girl... a very pretty girl. They were both beaming at the camera, looking a bit too cosy for my liking, surely Kurt was gay? He had a HUGE amount of clothes and extremely tight pants (not that I was complaining). Everything about the boy basically screamed 'I am homosexual bitch!' I must have been staring pretty intensely at the picture, because next thing I knew Wes had snatched it out of my hands for a look. "Ooh lala! Who's this is then Kurt? She's cute!" he said in a singsong voice, waving it around in the air. Kurt blushed a little clinging onto his blanket which he appeared to have rescued. "That" he said smugly "is Santana. My girlfriend."

-P.O.V Change-

'Oh sweet Gaga!' I finally manged to retrieve the worn out blanket from the overly hyperactive boys and tugged it close to my chest. I was not letting any one destroy this! It was the final connection I still had from my mother. The blanket she had crocheted herself and sewn the families initials into. It was special and symbolic and I can't recall a single time we snuggled together with out it. With a huge inhale of breath his mothers familier scent wafted from the blanket and filled his senses. His happy thoughts of passed memories were interrupted by his asian room mate, Wes, asking him a rather animated question.

"Ooh lala! Who's this is then Kurt? She's cute!" Stepping forward I saw the picture he held in his hands. 'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww' I said to myslef.

Santana was the prettiest and hotest girl ever and he was her boyfriend! His father had been so proud when he walked in on a very heavy make out session in his room. He had simply told us to stay safe and threw a wink at me before leaving. All the other guys at school had been insanely jealous but they weren't surprised all of the girls wanted Kurt. He was the most perfect boyfriend ever or as Santana had described to them. He was romantic, stylish, hot, he cared about her feelings, he listend to her and the best part he was the most amazing kisser she had ever had. And thats saying a lot with how much she used to sleep around.

"That is Santana. My girlfriend" Kurt told them proudly and couldn't help but notice the wave of dissapointment or so it seemed wash other the curly haired hobbit.

"Way to go Kurt!" David exclaimed hi-fiving the porcelain boy.

"What is she like? A good kisser?" Wes asked amused.

"Well! I don't want to go through all of the gory details...But shes freaking fantastic!" Kurt told them proud of both him and his girlfriend. Even if Santana was a bit bitchy and foward sometimes Kurt thought they made a cute couple.

He was about to go into a full disscussion when he notice the short boys eyes filled with sadness staring out into space. 'Maybe he is uncomfortable I mean I think he's gay?' He decided to change the subject and began showing them more pictures. He had just finished the family ones when he picked up the friends pile. The first ten or so were of him and Santana practicarly raping eachother at Rachel's party last month. That was the night before they got together it wasn't really romantic. They had just woken up in Rachel's bed together...naked. It hadn't felt like it was described in movies and books but it just felt the same as when he kissed any girl. Just pleasant. He wasn't paying attention of Blaine's reactions deciding he must have just wanted to screw his girlfriend like every other guy that saw her did.

"Oh wait who are these?" David asked picking up a picture that had slipped from Kurt's pile. He passed it over after analysing it himself. It had thirteen happy young smiling faces in it and an older man who looked equally as happy. They were all embracing each other. Some closer than others and you could tell those were the 'happy' couples. Kurt had his arm around Santana's waist while she hugged her arms around his neck. Wes looked over at Blaine who had his lower lip worried between his teeth. He hadn't missed the looks he had been giving the new arrival ones cleary filled with want and awe. He was smitten as far as Wes was concerned and he couldn't imagine how his friend must of felt learning the boy he liked had a girlfriend. A GIRLFRIEND! Wes had persumed the new boy to be gay but then scolded himself for being stereo-typical.

"They're my old glee club" Kurt spoke fondly, "They're my best friends" His smile spread across his face instantly but then vanished when he realised he was no longer with them. Of course they were all still in touch ecspecialy since he was dating Santana and Finn was his step-brother but still. They had already began talking about visits and Kurt felt like he hadn't spoken to them in a life time.

"Oh you were in a glee club? You sing?" Blaine had perked up and Kurt was glad there was something about his smile that warmed him up.

"Yes I was"

"Are you any good?" David pushed.

"Well, I would say so probably one of the best in my old club"

"You have to audition for the warblers!" Wes exclaimed jumping into the air with a gavel in his hand which had seemingly appeard from no where.

"Oh my god! WESLEY! Put that damn gavel down!"

"Don't talk about Tina like that! sssssshhhh ssssh baby its okay mean old Blaine didn't mean it" He stroked the object or 'Tina' affectionatly.

"Urrrrrmmm, What are warblers? and I like your gavel" Kurt added the last part on in all honesty although he did find it a little weird he couldn't talk. He talked to his light-saber like it was his own mother. They went everywhere together but he wasn't quite ready to let these other guys know that just yet.

"The warblers are rockstars!" Blaine shouted smiling widely at Kurt getting lost in his pretty eyes.

Sensing Blaine was not going to elaborate David concluded, "-the warblers are our glee club!"

"Oh, cool!"

"So you will join?"

"Yeah when do I audition?"

"5 o'clock tonight? If thats okay?"

"Yes thats fine I already know what to sing!" He clapped his hands together excitedly eager for his chance to show them all excactly what he could do.

"Great! But we have to go now lunch is over in ten minutes! Do you know where the music room is?"

Kurt nodded he had passed by it earlier and his attraction to the beautiful piano had led him inside. He couldn't wait to get back in there.

"Bye guys!" Kurt waved them off then sunk back into his bed. He wanted to talk to Santana but she would be in a lesson right now so he just settled on tidying up his room. But he couldn't stop himself from thinking about Blaine that boy had acted very strangely. 'Oh god please don't say I'm gonna have to deal with another Brittany?'

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