A/N- Thank you all so much for your lovely reviews! Really! The response is overwhelming and I'm so glad you're enjoying this story! Ok so here's where it gets AU and I get very very nervous! I've not proof read I'm sorry I know it's unprofessional but I just wrote this on a spur of the moment before I get really busy till Friday!
I hope you like my world I'm creating, I've only introduced Phillip and Charlotte, but there's more to come. I want them to be genuine characters with stories and personalities sooo they will come gradually. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
Again any feedback is appreciated! I can only apologise again for the lack of proofreading but I'm too nervous!
New kid
Kurt looked at himself in the mirror one last time as Finn took the last of his boxes upstairs, the blue blazer didn't sit right on his shoulders and as much as Carole had ironed them he could still see the creases in the pants from where they'd been wrapped in plastic. He sighed as he picked at the tie, attempted once again to tie a Windsor knot, now Kurt was fashionable, he wore ties, but he never had to tie it perfectly, in such a mundane way...and never when his heart wasn't really in it.
He looked up as he saw Carole come in to the room, and smile softly at him, wiping away a tear he didn't even know had escaped, as she gently brought him to her chest. He felt the sobs start to come as she held him close, he was going to miss her, he was going to miss everything. But he'd only just got a mother back in his life and now he was leaving.
'Oh Kurt, shhh don't cry baby, everything will be fine, you have Blaine there and you'll have the glee club. '
Kurt nodded into her chest as he clung to her tightly; his tie lay forgotten around his neck as Carole hugged him.
'Hey, come on now,' she pulled him away gently and held him by the shoulders, 'You've been so brave through all this, this is supposed to be the fun part.'
Kurt nodded through his watery eyes, as she smiled down at him gently.
'Now let's see what we can do about this tie hm?'
Kurt smiled weakly as she stepped back to survey the tie, with expert hands she lifted his collar and placed the tie back around his neck. It took her ten seconds to tie the Windsor knot and tighten it round his neck.
'There we go, now all you have to do it pull it and loosen it when you want to take it off, and tighten it when you want it back on...if the knot gets a bit messy well then you can just ask Blaine to help you.'
Kurt nodded absentmindedly as she turned him firmly towards the mirror.
'Now look at you, look how smart you look. Now if we could only get Finn and your father to dress this smart.'
Kurt laughed as he pictured Finn in the uniform, blazer askew, pants too short.
'Now I know I'm not going to be around all the time Carole, but that's no excuse to start dressing them in polyester blazers.'
She laughed as she hugged him from behind, as they both stared at his reflection in the mirror.
'You're going to be fine Kurt, in fact you're going to be more than fine, and you know why...' She spun him round to face her once more as she gripped his shoulders fiercely, 'because you are an amazing individual Kurt Hummel, one that I am proud to love and to call my son.'
He choked back a sob as he hugged her tightly once more, smiling into her chest as she kissed him on his head and stroked his hair.
'I love you too.' He mumbled and they broke apart and grinned at one another as Finn came charging down the stairs to inform them that Burt had started the truck and was threatening to leave without them.
ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES
Kurt smiled at his father as they stood at the truck, Finn and Carole thoughtfully standing back as they said their goodbyes in Dalton's visitor parking lot.
'So this is it...' Kurt began, smiling slightly at the way his dad shifted awkwardly on his feet, how he fidgeted nervously with his baseball cap.
'You ring me every night you hear me?'
Kurt laughed as he nodded;
'I will, and you make sure you don't eat too much junk...I left your diet stuck to the fridge door and Carole has been given a list of what your allowed to eat, If I so much as smell a burger on you when I come home we will be having words...' Kurt babbled on as his dad smiled down fondly at him and held out his arms for Kurt to sink gratefully into.
'I'm gonna miss you kiddo,' Burt mumbled into Kurt's highly flammable hairsprayed hair.
'I'll miss you too dad.'
They broke apart as Kurt quickly swiped at his eyes and he saw Burt do the same. He'd not stopped crying recently!
'Ok, now if you have any trouble you ring me straight away you hear? And no funny business, especially with that Blaine...you tell him about my shotgun!'
Kurt laughed as he waved his dad away,
'I will, now leave before people start to think you go here.'
Burt smiled as he pulled him in for one last quick hug.
'Alright I'm leavin', but I meant what I said, you call me anytime! '
Kurt nodded at his worried father;
'I will I promise, now get in the truck and let me say bye to Finn.'
Burt laughed as he was shuffled off by a sniffling Carole.
'Alright, alright, I'll call you later Kurt...I love you.'
'I love you too.'
And with that the truck doors closed and Finn was left, standing awkwardly to the side, his hands playing nervously with his phone.
'Erm, Rachel says I should tell you I love you and I'll miss you...so erm yeah...what she said.' He began, he'd shuffled over to Kurt in the process and was now looking down at him, a look Kurt couldn't decipher in his eyes.
Kurt smiled softly as he realised that Finn meant every word, and he really was going to miss him.
'Well I say what Rachel says too...'
Finn grinned as he seemed to come to the decision that it would be alright for him to pull Kurt in for a hug, so he did just that. It didn't last long, just a quick hug and then they pulled apart, staring everywhere but at one another as Finn cleared his throat awkwardly.
'So erm, I'll keep an eye on your dad for you, make sure he eats right and all that...'
Kurt smiled softly as he looked up to meet Finn's eyes.
'Our Dad, Finn, look after our dad...'
He caught one glimpse of the shocked but elated expression on Finn's face before he was roughly pulled in for another quick hug, before Finn began to walk back to the truck.
'Stay safe Kurt...and erm...any problems you give me a ring yeah?'
He called back over his shoulder as Kurt nodded in response, before climbing into the back of the truck.
They all waved as they drove away and Kurt couldn't help but notice the way his heart ached as he watched them drive through the gates and out of sight. He was alone...
'Hey Kurt!'
Blaine! He'd almost forgot, Blaine was supposed to be meeting him at the front of school to take him to see the headmistress. He turned round to face the entrance as he saw Blaine jogging towards him.
They hugged immediately, as soon as they came within reach of one another, and Kurt felt such a sense of relief that he had Blaine, he had somebody he knew, somebody he more than knew, he had one of his closest friends here.
'How are you feeling? I've been waiting over there for a while; I didn't want to interrupt the goodbyes.' Blaine enquired, his eyebrows furrowing in that adorable way as Kurt shrugged in response.
'I'm ok, a little sad, but nothing major...we should go meet the formidable headmistress then...should I be worried?'
Blaine laughed as he slung an arm around his shoulders as they walked into the school,
'Not at all, she's lovely, she only started this year, first female head Dalton has ever had...she's quite revolutionary, think she wants to make some changes, bring Dalton into the 21st century!' Blaine finished with a flare; Kurt couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, at simply walking with the older boy.
'I think I could like this woman...well I already like her, she got me a scholarship so I could board here and apparently I'm already on the warblers...'
Blaine stopped for a minute and turned to him, a look of shock on his face;
'You're already on the warblers? How? I mean, not that I thought you wouldn't be able to do it, but it's usually a very rigorous audition process...'
Kurt blushed as he realised he hadn't told the other boy a few things;
'Oh well...my old cheerleading coach apparently sent the school this video of us at Nationals...I had to sing a 14 minute Celine Dion medley...in French...'
He laughed as Blaine attempted to recover his composer before speaking;
'Well, we'll get to the cheerleading later...don't think you've gotten away with that little gem of information...but being on the warblers means you get to stay in chorus house...with me..'
Kurt tried to process that information as Blaine led them down the corridor once more;
'That is where I'm staying! We just dropped my stuff in there before, but how did you know?'
'Oh, well Dalton is very big on extra cirriculars, so they get housed together. All the warblers live in chorus house, all the soccer players live together, all the swim team do...etc..if you do to things, well you just pick which one is your main, it's been like this forever! Only they change the names of the houses every year, the new seniors in each house gets to pick; they feel it gives us a sense of unity...'
Kurt nodded slowly, trying to process all this information as they neared the principal's office.
'So what's your room number?'
'13b,' Kurt answered absentmindedly; he was still trying to process all the new information.
'That's just a few doors down from me! And Wes and David are just across from you...ahh you're rooming with Phillip, he's very shy, but give him time and he should warm up to you. '
Kurt nodded, he'd been given the name of his roommate, he wasn't worried about that, after rooming with Finn, he felt he was prepared for anything.
'Who do you room with?' He asked curiously, as Blaine knocked on the principals door.
'Oh no one,' he replied with a cheeky grin, 'perks of being student council president.'
Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes...student council president...he should have known.
ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES
By the time Kurt had been given his timetable and given a tour of the school...by none other than Dalton's student council president, it had been nearing the end of the day so Blaine had shown him back to chorus house before rushing off to his last class.
The building was amazing, there were big glass doors at the entrance, with a little machine that Kurt was told was for his student ID when he was given it.
'It's to make sure you don't miss curfew' Blaine had explained when he'd enquired about it, and Kurt had simply nodded. He'd been told about curfew, and he wasn't happy about it.
He was expected to be back in chorus house for 10pm, freshman we're an hour earlier, juniors like Blaine had until 11 and seniors till midnight.
Lights out was supposed to be an hour after each of these, but nobody enforced it, the houses didn't have a teacher living there, it was trusted to the prefects, but as long as nobody was being too loud or misbehaving the prefects didn't really care what time people went to bed...or what room they slept in.
So there it was...curfew...Kurt could tell already that was going to be something he struggled with. Not that he minded being inside chorus house, it was amazing, the first floor was taken up by the largest kitchen he had ever seen, each cupboard had somebody's name on it and there were numerous notice boards, taken up with random post it notes and silly posters.
And through another door was the common room. Filled with a few computers, some games consoles and a large plasma screen TV on the far wall. There were numerous sofas, bean bags and cushions scattered around, as well as an array of DVD's that somebody had evidently left. He nodded to a lone boy frantically typing at one of the computers, as he made his way up the stairs towards the second floor.
This was his floor, it was pretty simple, a long corridor with around ten rooms, there were more stairs at the end of the corridor that led to the third floor, which Blaine had informed him was mostly full of seniors and the odd younger student who couldn't be trusted without the prefects near.
Reaching room 13b Kurt opened the door and was surprised to see a small boy sitting on the bed on the right hand side.
The room wasn't amazing, but it wasn't awful either. It was big he'd give it that, with two double beds against opposite walls, and two desks on their own side of the room. Each boy had their own bedside table, their own set of shelves and wardrobe. To the left hand side, there was a door which Kurt knew from exploring before that it led to their ensuite bathroom.
Turning his attention back to the boy on the bed, Kurt quickly assessed him; he was cute, in a young boyish kind of way. Definitely not Kurt's type, but he looked friendly. With bright red hair and freckles dotting around a slightly chubby face.
He smiled warmly at the boy before approaching him and holding out his hand.
'Hi, I'm Kurt...I'm guessing you must be Phillip, my roommate?'
Kurt couldn't help but notice as the boy flinched slightly at being addressed and a panicked look crossed his face before he answered.
Blaine hadn't been lying when he'd said he was shy.
'Yes...erm...yes I'm Phillip.' The boy answered quietly, so quiet that Kurt had to strain to hear him, but hear him he did and he smiled brightly at the boy before turning to the rest of the room. The chatty approach was definitely going to be the best way forward with this one.
'Ok...well am I alright to take this bed? And which wardrobe is mine?' He addressed the boy brightly, making sure to stay friendly, asking him questions, trying to engage him. He was met with another panicked expression as the boy pointed towards the wardrobe on the left side of the room.
Kurt grinned in thanks before he busied himself with all his boxes.
'Right...well thank you, I guess I better start unpacking.'
Deciding to start with his sacred clothes first he started to unpack one of the ten boxes he had filled with them...he may have to wear a uniform during the day...but night times and weekends were a whole different story.
'So how long have you been at Dalton?'
He decided to carry on chatting the boy...Phillip...he'd been shy when he was in middle school, afraid to talk to people and he knew from experience how disheartening it was when someone gave up on you. Sometimes you wanted to talk to them, you just physically couldn't.
'Pardon?' Kurt questioned brightly, when he noticed Phillip mouthing the words but barely saying anything.
'Two years...' It came out in a breathy whisper, but Kurt felt he was making progress.
'oh that's cool I bet you feel like it's a second home?' Kurt replied as he carried on hanging up clothes, in order or colour and designer.
'hmm..' Came the reply, Kurt decided he wasn't going to be phased and carried on regardless.
'Well I mean...because you live here and everything, I guess we're probably going to spend more time here than we do at home...'
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Phillip, he was definitely listening, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He just had to get Philip used to him and then he'd get him talking.
'Ok...do you mind if I put some music on?' He questioned as he lifted his speakers out of a box and set them on the desk. He noticed how Phillip shook his head that he didn't mind so Kurt Pulled out his Ipod from his pocket and plugged it into the speakers, fiddling with the controls he carried on talking.
'I feel a bit of Britney is needed to tackle these boxes...'
He heard a slight noise coming from the bed and Kurt turned round to face his roommate in shock, hands on his hips.
'Do not tell me you don't like Britney...she's amazing and beautiful and such a diva...next you'll be telling me you don't like Madonna...'
He was met with silence from the bed.
'Oh. My. God. You don't like Madonna do you?'
'I like Madonna...' Came the soft reply, as his roommate settled back onto his bed, book in hand.
'Oh thank Coco for that! Ok any song requests?'
He asked turning back to the Ipod, not expecting an answer he carried on his monologue.
'How do you feel about 4 minutes?' He questioned, not even waiting for a reply, he hit the play button.
'Ok good...because I feel pretty positive about it too...'
ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES
Kurt had been unpacking for about an hour and a half, chatting every now and then to Phillip, who had taken to choosing the songs on Kurt's Ipod for them to play. It wasn't a conversation...but it was a start.
He was just about to put his beloved moisturisers in their order on his desk when he heard the slam of a door and heavy footsteps.
He went to the doorway, followed closely by Phillip and watched as a very pretty, petite brunette, wearing the uniform of the girls school down the road stormed down the corridor, tears streaming from her eyes. With a frantic David running after her.
'Charlie please...come on I said I was sorry...' He shouted desperately as the girl furiously whirled round to face him.
'It's always sorry with you David! If you didn't keep doing it then sorry wouldn't be necessary!' Kurt cringed at her voice, she sounded heartbroken, he could tell David felt the same as he took a step forward, his voice pleading.
'Baby please...' He began, only to be interrupted by the furious girl.
'Don't you baby me David Jones!' She screamed, wiping her eyes quickly as she realised quite a few people were standing in their doorways.
David who had obviously noticed too, quickly backtracked.
'Ok...ok...look i'm sorry, just come back to the room, we can talk...' He began, but the girl stubbornly shook her head.
'I don't think I want to talk to you right now!' She went to walk away only to be stopped by a hand on her arm as David whirled her round to face him.
'Why are you being like this!' He demanded, obviously coming to the end of his patience.
'Because you don't listen and you don't respect me, I don't know how many times we've had this same conversation_' The girl began, obviously repeating a conversation they'd had many times, only David didn't seem to want to hear it this time and he interrupted her with a shout.
'Well maybe if you weren't such a prude!'
He was met with silence, and Kurt could see the girl...Charlie, visibly deflate as he spoke to her like that...humiliated her really...she looked around quickly before facing him once more and speaking quietly her voice cracking.
'Oh ok...I see...don't mince your words David, say how you really feel why don't you...in fact why don't you tell everyone...oh no wait...you already did that!'
David took a step forward, obviously regretting his outburst;
'I didn't mean that Charlie.'
He went to take her hand but she snatched it away from him;
'That's the thing David...you did, we both know you did.'
He sighed as he looked at her, tears streaming down her face. Kurt didn't know what was going through his head but he saw him turn slightly as if to go back to his room...it took all Kurt had not to scream at him to stop! To stay and talk to her!
'Maybe we should talk when you've calmed down...I'll ring you later ok?'
David asked, obviously giving up on the argument. She looked at him in contempt before turning away from him.
'Don't bother.' She spat, before whirling round as she heard his bedroom door close. Kurt saw her shoulders start to heave, as awkward boys tried to subtly return to their rooms, Kurt shook his head...men, they just didn't know what to do with crying girls.
Making a decision Kurt stepped out of his room and placed a hand on her shoulder.
'Hey, are you alright?' He asked gently, as she spun around so fast he had to take a step back.
'Yes...yes...sorry if we disturbed you, I'm just leaving.' She answered, she seemed flustered, embarrassed and Kurt couldn't help feeling sorry for her. There was a time when he was crying in school and nobody noticed...
'Ok, it's just you seem a bit upset...' He ventured, he saw her smile weakly as she wiped at her eyes.
'That's a nice way of saying I look a state...' She countered and he smiled at her as he realised...this he could help with.
'Why don't you come in? I'm just finishing unpacking, but I'm sure I have some facemasks in a box somewhere...we could sort you out good as new before you leave...' He gestured to his open doorway, where Phillip had made a quick escape...maybe to the common room, the idea of somebody new entering the room way too much for him to take.
'Thank you...I'm charlotte by the way.' She said as she made her way into the room and perched on his bed.
'It's not problem...I'm Kurt.'
She smiled at him as he handed her a bottle of water and some face cleanser.
'So...take that make up off, and we can get started on your beauty regime...'
Half an hour later, the pair were lounged on Kurt's bed, cucumber face masks on with Dido playing serenely in the background.
Kurt gazed at the ceiling as he lightly questioned her.
'So are you going to speak to him later?'
Charlotte brought her hands in the air and back down on the bed with a thump as she answered him.
'Oh I don't know!' Kurt turned on his side towards her and she did the same, obviously signalling they were going to have a proper conversation.
'You love him right?' He questioned, trying very hard to look at her the way Blaine looked at him when he was questioning him without trying to push him for answers.
'Yes, of course I do. I think maybe sometimes I love him a bit too much.' She answered and Kurt could see the sadness in her eyes, even through the face mask, there was definitely more going on here than a stupid argument.
'He definitely loves you back.' He said with conviction, he'd seen David's face, and Kurt knew whole heartedly, without even knowing David very well that what he was saying was true.
'How do you know? I mean no offence but you've only just transferred here, I've known David for years and even I don't know what he's feeling half the time...' She said sceptically.
'Just the way he looked at you, I've seen enough movies, read enough books and watched my friends and family fall in and out of love enough times to know what it looks like...and trust me, that boys face crumpled the minute he realised how upset you were.'
He noticed how her face changed and for a second her eyes seemed to light up, before she remembered what they'd argued about in the first place.
'But it's all the time! It's the same argument over and over again.'
Kurt nodded sympathetically;
'I think I can hazard a guess as to what it's about...the erm...prude comment.'
She was silent for a minute and Kurt felt himself grabbing her hand in silent support as she obviously relived her humiliation at that comment.
'Yeah...he's never gone that far before, he's never called me that out loud, even though I know he thinks it...I'm not a prude, sex doesn't scare me but David knew my views when we first started seeing each other...'
Ahhh, and now they get to the real issue...Kurt nodded in understanding.
'Religious?'
She looked at him carefully before answering.
'Yeah...catholic.'
'Ahh I see...'
She sat up abruptly and Kurt followed her as she turned to him with accusatory eyes.
'Oh no, you think I'm a prude as well don't you?'
Kurt held up his hands in mock surrender before he answered;
'No, no, not at all, it's your body you're entitled to do what you want with it, I just hope you're withholding out of respect for yourself and not because you think some book is telling you to.'
She nodded slightly before turning those big blue eyes on him;
'I'm guessing you're not very religious?' She questioned as Kurt handed her a makeup wipe, signalling it was time to take off the mask.
'Ha, try not religious at all...'
She nodded contemplatively as she began to wipe the gunk off her face;
'Ok, that's fair enough, but yes my religion doesn't approve of sex before marriage but I like the idea of sex being sacred, between man and wife...I think it's important that you don't give away that part of you so frivolously. '
Kurt shrugged as he paid careful attention to the mask around his eyes.
'Ok I can respect that. But David doesn't?'
She looked almost sad for a minute as she threw the used wipe in the bin and Kurt handed her another one.
'Oh I don't know, sometimes he does, sometimes he completely understands and he's great about it. But then obviously...when things get a bit...heated...well he forgets...or he wishes I would...I don't know it's hard. We've been together two years now and most people would have had sex by now, or at least done something...'
Kurt smiled sympathetically, before putting a blob of moisturiser on his finger and doing the same for her.
'I can't give you any advice, if you believe that withholding is what you really want to do then it's important you stick to your principles...'
He gestured to her to spread the cream around evenly as she spoke.
'I know...it's just he doesn't seem to understand that it's hard for me to. It's not like I'm not attracted to him or I don't feel anything! In fact it's completely the opposite, it's like he thinks I'm doing it to punish him!'
Kurt laughed at this and held his hands up;
'He's a boy...obviously I'm an exception but most boys don't think into things as deeply as we do...they don't analyse every word, every look, every little moment...they just go with the flow...'
She sighed as she thought about this;
'I know...but I can't help just wanting him to know. I don't want to have to explain how I feel over and over again.'
'He'll get it eventually...you just have to persevere.'
He patted her hand in sympathy;
'I know...and I know we'll make up...doesn't mean I can't let him stew for a while.'
He laughed at her and watched as she freed her hair from its band and it tumbled down her face...she really was very very pretty.
'Now that I agree with...hold out till the gifts start coming...'
She laughed as she reached to the floor to put her shoes on;
'Definitely...and if I can muster up a few more tears that might even get me a romantic date...'
Kurt groaned;
'I feel like I've created a monster...'
She turned to him with a laugh;
'I like you Kurt...'
Kurt was a bit taken aback at first, it wasn't often that people he just met claimed to like him...in fact most people he'd just met thought he was a snooty bitch.
'Well...thank you...I like you too...' He stammered as she laughed at his nervousness.
'Give me your number and we'll text ok? We'll arrange to meet up soon! I can rant about my insensitive boyfriend and you can talk to me about a certain handsome curly haired warbler who David might have let slip you're pretty close too...'
She teased him as she shrugged into her coat.
'Oh no...you can have my number, but any Blaine teasing and it's friendship over.'
She laughed as she blew him a kiss.
'Now that I can't promise...'
Kurt noticed her glance at her watch quickly as she tied her scarf around her neck;
'Oh look at the time! As cliché as it sounds I have my church group to go to! I'll text you Kurt!'
Kurt smiled, he wasn't into religion but he could definitely see himself being friends with this girl.
'Ok see you soon!'
He called after her as she ran out the door.
'Bye and thank you for the advice...and the fabulous skin care!'
ALL IT TAKES – ALL IT TAKES - ALL IT TAKES
Barely an hour after Charlotte left, Kurt had just convinced Phillip to take control of the music again, when in burst David. Sweat pants on, t-shirt stained with what looked suspiciously like baked beans. Before he had a chance to comment he was hugged with such enthusiasm he nearly fell on the floor.
'Kurt my old friend!'
Kurt laughed as he pulled away, surveying David with a raised eyebrow.
'Hey David, you're looking very...erm...un Daltonish...'
The other boy looked a bit sheepish as he fiddled awkwardly with his t-shirt.
'Yeah, had a bit of a domestic with the old ball and chain...a feast and about three hours on COD was definitely necessary, that's why I've not come to see you sooner! I wanted to welcome you! '
He clapped him on the back so hard that Kurt started to suspect he was going to have a bruise there the next day.
'Oh well consider me officially welcomed!'
He laughed as he motioned for David to sit on the bed, as Kurt moved around him, finishing the last of his organising.
'I am sorry about the screeching down the corridors earlier...I know you saw it, I saw you peeking out of your doorway...Oh no I'm not annoyed, I'd look too, in fact I do anytime Danielle is here and her and Wes are shrieking at each other...'
Kurt turned to look at the other boy;
'Oh you don't have to apologise, and I like Charlotte, she's nice.'
David nodded distractedly, until he realised what the younger boy had said;
'She's nice? Wait you know Charlie?'
Now it was Kurt's turn to look sheepish, as he answered;
'Oh well...no not really...just she looked upset and I had facemasks and she looked like she needed to talk so_'
David interrupted him before he could dig himself into a panicked hole,
'Hey, it's ok, I like that you and her had a chat, she gets along with the lads fine obviously but it would be nice if she had a friend here...was she really upset?'
Kurt thought for a second before he answered, he was firmly on Charlie's side, she had a right to be angry at him, but at the same time, David was obviously suffering, so he didn't want to be too harsh.
'Erm...a little.'
David laughed bitterly, as he realised Kurt was trying to be nice.
'I really fucked up didn't I?'
Kurt sighed as he took a seat on his desk chair, spinning it so he was facing David.
'Well, I wouldn't say you came out of the argument smelling of roses.'
David groaned as he slapped his hands over his face.
'I didn't even mean to say it! It just slipped out...and I just walked away! I should have stayed shouldn't I? Talked to her...'
Kurt shrugged;
'Well she was crying...' He hinted, his eye's clearly telling David that yes he should have talked to her, but there was nothing he could do to change that now.
'I know! But crying girls! I just don't know how to handle that!'
Kurt smiled at his sympathetically and patted his knee, amazed when the other boy didn't pull away in disgust.
'I don't think many people do...no in all seriousness, she'll be alright, I think it was probably more angry tears than anything...'
David looked at him like a little eager puppy, and Kurt couldn't help but smile.
'I should ring her...apologise?'
He grinned as he stood up to get back to his organising.
'That might be a good idea...' He hinted as he nodded to Phillip to change the song on the Ipod.
'Did she tell you what we were arguing about?' Kurt sighed as he looked at the expression on David's face..ok so the conversation wasn't over yet.
'...sort of...' He said hesitantly, he didn't want to get Charlie in trouble, but David seemed to understand that he knew.
'I was such a dick! Literally, a literal dick...a dick that thinks only with his dick...'
Kurt laughed at the melodramatic tone David was using.
'I wouldn't go that far! I think she just wants you to understand where she's coming from...'
He watched as David tugged his hair in frustration;
'I do...I do understand...but sometimes...blue balls Kurt...literal blue balls...'
Kurt shifted awkwardly, he'd never talked about sex with a straight guy before...well he'd never spoken about sex with any guy before.
'This is probably something you need to sort out with her, if it is that big of an issue...' he suggested awkwardly, but David either didn't notice his awkwardness or didn't care as he carried on ranting.
'We are at an impasse...we'll always be at an impasse...she wants no sex before marriage and I don't know if I even believe in marriage, but I love her...sooo I'm going to go ring her and apologise until the next time this argument crops up again...'
Kurt laughed at how quickly David seemed to change his mind;
'Maybe take her out somewhere nice...I think she'd like that...' He hinted, smiling in memory of Charlie's plan to get a romantic date of the argument.
David stood up quickly and clapped him on the back once more and Kurt had to hold back a wince.
'Excellent idea Kurty boy! I'm going to go ring her quickly, you up for dinner in about an hour? Wes and I will come knock on our way down!'
Kurt smiled and nodded.
'Yeah sure...that'll be nice.'
Once at the doorway David seemed to remember something and he turned once more and smiled a genuine smile at Kurt.
'Ok see you in an hour...I'm glad you're here Kurt...'
And Kurt went back to his final stages of unpacking with a smile on his face and an extra bit of chatter for Phillip to listen to.
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'Yeah dad I'm fine...no everyone is great...yes I've been fed...no nobody is picking on me...no I don't need you to come down...tell Finn as well...I...Oh ok...yeah love you too...speak to you soon...night.'
Kurt sighed as he hung up the phone, he glanced over to where his roommate was fully engrossed in the Madonna tracks Kurt had sent him, headphones plugged into his laptop, eyes closed as he listened to the music. If he was going to have a cry, now was the time to do it.
He did like Dalton, everyone was really friendly, he'd met Charlotte, he'd bonded with David, Blaine had been amazing and he was meeting the rest of the Warblers tomorrow. But he still couldn't help feeling a little home sick...ok well he was very homesick!
He missed his dad, he missed Finn, he missed Carole, he missed his bed and his room. He missed sitting round the dinner table and laughing as his dad spilt something on his shirt or Finn chocked on a vegetable he didn't recognise. He missed catching Carole's eye as they smiled at the two of them.
He wanted his dad; he wanted his dad to come and hold his hand and tell him everything was ok. Maybe even lie in bed and cuddle him, something that he hadn't done for years...but he wanted it now. Everything was so scary and overwhelming and although he knew he could be happy here, he'd never been away from home like this before and he didn't know what to do.
And before he knew it, he was crying into his pillow, big heart wrenching sobs that tore up his body. He wanted to go home, he wanted his dad. He didn't want to be in this big school, with its intimidating ceilings and stupid itchy uniforms. He wanted his room that he decorated; with his clothes hung neatly in his wardrobe...he just wanted to feel less lonely.
He didn't notice as Phillip left his bed and opened the door, he didn't notice as the figure in the doorway clapped the shy boy on the shoulder before making their way over to Kurt's bed. He did notice though when a hand started rubbing comforting circles on his back and another started stroking through his hair.
'It's ok...it's ok to cry...let it out...that's it...I'm here...'
Kurt sat up in shock as he recognised the voice...Blaine...Blaine was here...in his room, at Dalton and he was crying again. But rather than being embarrassed by this Kurt just found himself dissolving into tears once more as Blaine reached for him and pulled him into a hug.
'Kurt it's ok...shhh...this is normal...it's worse at night, I promise it gets better...'
Kurt didn't know how long he stayed clinging to Blaine crying onto his school shirt, but he didn't care, the older boy was rubbing circles on his back and whispering reassurances in his ear. Slowly as the sobs subsided into hiccups Kurt pulled away sheepishly.
Blaine said nothing, he simply handed Kurt a clean handkerchief, and wiped a stray tear with his thumb. Kurt laughed softly as he wiped his eyes;
'Do you buy these things in bulk or something?' He teased, Blaine laughed softly as entwined his fingers with Kurt's.
'Hey, don't knock it; I believe this is the second time you've made use of my handkerchiefs...'
Kurt eyed him scathingly;
'You do realise you're not thirty right?'
There was silence for a second and Kurt realised the older boy was staring at him, those hazel eyes boring into him, Kurt felt like they could see into his soul...and then he realised they probably could.
'Kurt...are we going to talk about it?'
Kurt felt his stomach knot, he knew Blaine wouldn't just hug him and leave it at that, he'd want to talk, he always wanted to talk. And it's not that Kurt didn't want to talk...but the hugging part, that sounded quite good right about now. Especially considering that's all he really wanted in the first place.
'Just homesick I guess...' He shrugged as he looked down at the bed spread, swirling the pattern in the duvet with his free hand, his other hand unconsciously clenching his fingers around the older boys.
'Everyone get's like that Kurt, you don't need to be ashamed...when I first came here I was so homesick I drove home on my first night, Wes and David had to watch me like a hawk for the first few weeks because I kept leaving...'
'I used to make my mum put my dog on the phone...' Kurt and Blaine both glanced up to where Phil was sat up in his bed, his earphones out, hands twisting his quilt in nervousness.
Blaine smiled at Phillip reassuringly before turning back to Kurt;
'See, everyone deals with it in different ways_'
'Did Blaine tell you when we found him on the phone to his dad, frantically trying to convince him that Dalton was giving him a brain tumour and he needed to let him come home...'
Kurt laughed as Blaine groaned and slapped his free hand over his face, Wes and David grinned cheekily from the doorway before making their way over to Kurt's bed.
'Yeah...' David continued where Wes had left off, 'He was reciting symptoms off a printout he'd got off the internet, his dad was worried sick, he rang the headmistress and everything...how many weekends did your dad ground you for after that Blaine?'
'Two...' Came the mumbled reply, from where Blaine was hiding his burning face in his hand.
David laughed he and Wes playfully shoved Blaine and Kurt up the bed, so they were side by side at the headboard.
'Come on, shove up...make some room for Uncle Wesley...'
Kurt laughed as he found himself with his side pressed against Blaine, the other boy smoothly putting his arm around his shoulders and pulling him close so he was leaning on him.
'Please don't call yourself Uncle Wesley again...' Came the amused reply from David as he too settled himself on the other end of the bed.
'Fine...but what I will do Kurt is tell you what happened with David here...'
Blaine laughed as he traced circles around Kurt's shoulder;
'Ooo I love this story...' He teased as David groaned.
Kurt, noticing how Phillip had retreated back into himself when the others came in the room, glanced over at his roommate and smiled.
'Do you want to join us?' He asked, unknowingly setting Wes off on a mission in which he clambered off the bed, towards Phillip and hauled the other boy forcefully from his bed.
'Come on little Phil, come join us...let me tell the story of David and his homesickness...'
Kurt laughed as he noticed Phillip smiling slightly as he shyly settled on the bed as Wes went back to his position next to David.
'Ok kids, once upon a time, there was a handsome prince named Wesley, who as a lowly freshman, new to the school was overjoyed to find he and his best friend since middle school were sharing a room...'
'Wes...can you just get on with it!' David groaned, from where he was squished against the wall.
'Alright fine, you have to ruin everything don't you? David here dealt with his homesickness in a strange way...strange for his poor roommate who was forced to listen to him play Celine Dion over and over again, because she is his mum's favourite and it reminded him of home...'
'Hey, nothing wrong with a bit of Celine...' Kurt protested lightly, as he felt Blaine squeeze his shoulder, obviously please that he had cheered up slightly.
'No Kurt, I'm not saying there is, but when Celine is played all through the night, because David as he put it himself wanted to ''dream of his mummy...'' something is seriously wrong...'
Kurt couldn't help it then, he laughed, he could feel Blaine shaking with laughter beside him and even Phillip had his hand over his mouth has he laughed.
'Wes...was the mummy bit really necessary? You know she likes me to call her that...it's just a habit...'
Kurt couldn't help it, he laughed even harder at David's outraged face as Wes patted him on the head sympathetically.
'Oh no Wes, you are not getting away with it!' Blaine declared, still partially shaking with laughter. 'David told me all about you making your mum leave your webcam on in your room, so that when you opened your eyes in the morning it would seem like you were at home!'
Kurt cracked up once more as he glanced around the bed, he felt so much better than before. Less than an hour ago he'd been hysterically crying into his pillow and now he was feeling like he'd made some amazing friends already, friends willing to share their embarrassing stories just to make him feel better. He felt Blaine's arm move slightly from his shoulder as he brushed Kurt's hair away from his face.
'Ohhh Blaine's got his serious face on! Right come on Wes...you too Phil, let's go get mine and Wes' pillows and quilts and some supplies from the kitchen and Blaine can have his serious talk with Kurt that we know he's dying to have. '
Kurt looked up, confused as David, Wes and Phil began to move from the bed.
'Pillows and quilts?' He asked.
'Yeah,' Wes replied like it was the simplest thing in the world, 'We're having a sleepover obviously, it's your first night, we're going to eat loads, watch a film...though I'm begging you not to let Blaine pick...and then we're going to sleep...altogether...in this room like a big gay wet dream...'
David slapped him round the head as he ushered him out the door;
'You need to learn when to stop speaking Wesley...oi Phil, stop loitering, come on you're helping us!'
Kurt could hear them squabbling down the corridor as Blaine laughed softly beside him.
'He means well...' He offered as Kurt smiled.
'Yeah, I gathered...I...thank you for this...'
'You don't need to thank me.' Came the quick reply, Kurt turned to the side slightly so he could look the other boy in the eyes.
'I know I don't...but still...thank you.' He watched as Blaine's face lit up in a smile, and Kurt couldn't help but smile back.
'Are you feeling any better?' He asked suddenly, and Kurt once again felt the intensity of those eyes on him.
'I am actually...I mean really; I can't explain how I felt before, I sort of...I don't know...I wanted my dad to come and make things better I guess...but then I got you...and to be honest it was sort of better...' He laughed as Blaine's eyebrows raised in a mock snooty face.
'Well, what can I say...we've been through this before, I am of course the cuddle monster...'
Kurt laughed at the use of the nickname, he liked that they had all these in jokes between them. It was nice how close he felt to Blaine, he forgot that as he had his crying jag...
'How did you know by the way?' He questioned suddenly.
'Know what?' Blaine asked, confused as he ruffled Kurt's hair affectionately.
'That I was crying...'
Kurt looked down at the quilt again, slightly embarrassed to mention the crying so soon after it had happened. Blaine smiled reassuringly.
'Oh well, I was going to come see you in a little bit anyway, make sure you were alright, but then Phil text me and the plans were moved up...'
Kurt was speechless, Phil had text Blaine? Phil the boy who hardly spoke, who Kurt had been afraid he was pushing into being his friend, had seen him crying and knew to text Blaine.
'Wow, I didn't think Phil even noticed...'
Blaine tutted slightly, as he shook his head.
'You'll be surprised what he notices, trust me, underneath the shy exterior he's a really nice guy, you'll have a great friend in him I promise...once he cares, he really cares.'
Kurt smiled as he settled back against Blaine, listening to the sounds of Wes and David squabbling down the corridor as they dragged their quilts and multiple junk food items towards his room.
'I'm beginning to get that impression with a lot of people...' He replied as he smiled happily.
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