Hello...as you can see we've had a name change. Yay...
Anyway, this is lessthanthreeredvines chapter but I'm uploading it therefore giving the Author's Note and Disclaimer:
WE DO NOT, IN ANY UNFORTUNATE WAY, OWN GLEE, DARREN CRISS, THE WARBLERS, CHRIS COLFER OR ANRY BIRDS!
There. Sorted. See you at the bottom
-TheFantabulousPanda (formerly thebedazzlingmasqueradegirl)
A dark skinned boy, in a polyester uniform, walked towards Kurt with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hey there, you must be Kurt, I'm David." he held out his hand for Kurt to shake. Kurt returned the smile and took the hand shaking it gently.
He looked around the large entrance hall that he was stood in the wooden structures shining as the sun hit it in just the right way. Crowds of boys were walking past the entrance way leading from the reception to the classrooms. They were all blurring together in a blue crowd of blazers.
"Err…Kurt you ok there? We should get moving if you wanna get un packed by tomorrow by the looks of all the luggage you have." he looked behind Kurt seeing the mountain of bags behind the boy.
"Err… yeah I guess," Kurt turned and pulled two of the luggage handles, "thanks for helping me today by the way, I would have got lost straight away if it weren't for you being here…" he trailed off as he waited for David to get the other four bags that Kurt had brought with him.
They walked along the wide, long corridors looking at different classrooms as they made there way to the dorm. Some of the boys gave Kurt a funny look as he walked past the classrooms where they were scattered around. Some of them started to whisper, yet quickly cut there conversations short as David gave them a death glare that even Kurt would be proud of.
It took around twenty minutes to finally reach the room that Kurt was staying in.
"Well then, here we are…" David trailed off looking around the corridor with an uneasy look on his face, not sure what to do. He placed Kurt's suitcases on the ground and turned to look at him, "Well then, I guess I'll just leave you to unpack. Good luck Kurt. I think you'll like it here." David gave him one last smile before turning and walking to his dorm, which was luckily only a few doors down from his own room.
He pushed the door open with a small amount of force, one that would seem like the door was often slammed shut or pulled with a large amount of power to be opened. The room was normal to say the least. It was a good size and there was probably enough room in the wardrobe for him to store all the clothes he had brought with him. The only thing that worried him about the room was that there was two beds. What happened if the person that shared the room with him was another Karofsky? That would be just his luck wouldn't it? Having to spend so much time with the Neanderthals at his old school and then having to share a room with a homophobic jerk that he was likely to be place with.
He looked at the other side of the room, it was the same as his side, yet a lot more messier and it had posers of bands and artists. There was also a guitar case propped up against the wall in the far corner of the room.
So this guy likes his music then,
Kurt thought to himself, Maybe we won't clash as much as I thought we would.
Kurt was pulled from his reverie by the bell ringing to say that the lesson for that hour was over. He looked over to his side of the room again and started to unpack his many items of clothing from one suitcase to sort them into sections of how they would go into the wardrobe. The first thing he pulled out, was his new uniform, to be honest Kurt wasn't looking forward to having to wear a uniform as bland as the Dalton one was, but he would have to learn to live with it.
The clothes were sorted, the desk was tidy, everything was where it needed to be and he still had a while until lessons were finished for the day and he could meet his room mate.
He wandered over to his bed-side table and picked up his phone, which he had placed there before he started to unpack, and decided to ring his dad.
He picked up on the third ring.
"Hey there Kurt! Didn't expect a call off of you so soon if I'm honest son. I thought you would be busy unpacking all of those damned clothes you have." his dad said with a chuckle from the other end of the conversation.
"I've already unpacked the clothes dad, I'm not Finn. I can do stuff properly, but I can also do them quickly." Kurt replied with an eye roll, though he knew his father couldn't see it.
"Did you just roll your eyes?"
Okay, maybe he was wrong, "Well, how are you settling so far?"
"It's okay. I haven't really looked around Dalton yet but, I met this guy called David." He said with a small smile.
"David."
Burt mused, knowing it was also the first name of that homophobic psycho that caused his son to move schools, "Is he your roommate or do you have private rooms?"
"No, he's not my roommate. I have no idea who my roommate is." Kurt told him, sitting on his bed, "All I know is, by his posters of bands and his guitar case is that, he likes music. Possibly rock."
"Well, okay, Kurt. Ring if you have any problems, I need to get back to work now. Finn misses you very much and wants you to ring him."
Burt ordered him.
"I will, Dad. Love you." Kurt said with a sad smile on his face.
"Love you too, buddy."
And he hung up. Kurt sighed, pressing the "end" button on his phone before throwing it carelessly on the bed and looked around his small area of personal space.
He'd been sat on his bed for 5 minutes now, and the urge to look around his roommates side of the room was becoming a pain, he gave into the urges and stood up, then, the door to his dorm room suddenly opened.
"Who the fuck are you?" The boy asked.
Kurt looked at him, he had dark, curly hair, he was wearing a leather jacket not the Dalton blazer, and there was a smell of alcohol and smoke on him, "I-I'm Kurt, I'm your new roommate, I transferred here today."
"I don't have roommates…" the other boy started.
He was a bit shorter than Kurt was, but that didn't make him any less terrifying to look at because it looked like he could cause so serious damage if he wanted to.
"I-I didn't ask to be your roommate, they just said that this was my room and that this is where I'll be for the rest of my time here at Dalton. Now, I am Kurt and you are…"
"Blaine." he said stopping short. He looked over Kurt one more time and then walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it as he pulled out his phone and started to play Angry Birds without giving Kurt another glance.
Kurt stared at the boy for about 2 minutes until he was finally sick of the uncomfortable silence they were both in.
"I like the way you've decorated your side of the room by the way." Kurt started.
The shorted boy sat upright faster than Kurt thought possible, "You didn't look at anything did you?" he asked. Panic laced his voice which made Kurt wondered what he was so worried about.
"No, no I didn't!" Kurt said quickly, trying to reassure him, because it looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
"Good, well just don't." He went back to playing the game on his phone, trying to calm his breath.
"Look, I've had too deal with Homophobes like you all my life and I came here to get away from them so don't have a go at me ok?" He stood up and went to walk out.
"Wait!" Blaine started.
Kurt turned around too look at the boy, "What do you want?" Kurt asked, venom in his tone.
"I…It doesn't matter. Just go away!" he said as he got up walking towards the bathroom.
"Unbelievable…" Kurt muttered to himself. As he walked out of the room towards David's room.
Blaine waited until he heard the door to the room shut until he decided to leave the room. He thinks I'm just like them. Blaine thought to himself.
He walked over to his guitar case and opened it, looking at the sleek black paint work that has been slightly ruined over the years as it was quite old. He walked over to his bed and place the guitar onto his lap getting into a comfortable position and started to strum a random tune.
Music was the one thing, that kept Blaine sane throughout his time at Dalton, it was the one thing that never changed him and he loved the sounds his guitar could make.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the light from the hallway filled the room.
"I thought you were going somewhere. I thought that I told you to leave me alone!" he said thinking it was Kurt.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that you stupid little fag!"
When he looked up, his heart stuttered a bit and his eyes clouded with fear, "Dad?"
Wow! Wasn't that good. Lessthanthreeredvines, give yourself a big pat on the back!
We'll be updating with my chapter next. Woop!
- TheFantabulousPanda