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As soon as Kurt shut the door, he let his body fall into it, not caring if Blaine heard a noise.
Holy heck though, he thought. Blaine Anderson was in his room that they were meant to share. How on Earth was he meant to deal with this? How in the world out of all the possibilities did this even happen? There had to have been thousands of students that studied here and dormed, how did he get the one person he never wanted to see, ever again.
Blinking, he fished out his phone and sent a text to David.
To: David
From: Kurt
why didn't you tell me Blaine went here?
The countertenor didn't wait for the reply as he started walking towards reception to put in his quarry about the dorms, praying they could do something.
To: Kurt
From: David
U've gone there 4 a year, how have you not noticed?
The brunette frowned, why hadn't he noticed? He had been pretty wrapped up last year though. Last year, Kurt had decided to focus on school, a lot. He wanted his moneys' worth out of New York and he most definitely got it. He'd made a lot of new friends, gay guy friends, but he'd also had to think about changing his major.
Not that he didn't love singing any more; he just found that he loved history and politics far more interesting. In the end he'd switched over to a politics major but still took musical theatre. Kurt had no idea what Blaine took and the campus was rather big. Still though, you would have thought he'd have seen him at least once.
To: David
From: Kurt
We're sharing a dorm.
The tall countertenor opened the door and gave a charming (if fake) smile to the lady sitting at the desk. His phone buzzed once, then twice but Kurt ignored it.
"Hello young man, what can I do for you?" The middle aged woman asked, sliding her thick framed glasses down her nose.
"It's about dorms," he said nervously.
The blonde woman's head twitched to the side, "What about them?"
Kurt placed his hands on the desk, "Uh, see, I was put with someone I don't exactly get along with." Understatement. "And I was wondering if I could file for a transfer, or maybe move to a different dorm?"
The lady grimaced.
Bad sign.
"You can file for a transfer but it can take up to a month for it to actually be put through, it's a whole lot of forms too... And with switching with someone else? Well, it's not permitted but I'm sure if the reason was good enough it'd be fine."
"Oh," Kurt mumbled, "Well, it's not that bad I just... Can I take a look at the forms and get back to you?"
The woman nodded and slid out of her chair, going to a cabinet and pulling out a few sheets of paper, "All there, just read through and sign away."
Kurt bit his bottom lip as he took them from her, eyes darting over the many lines of small print and spaces for multiple signatures.
"Good luck honey," She said and nodded a goodbye to Kurt.
Walking out of the office with the wad of papers, he felt deflated. Looks like he was stuck this way. His phone suddenly buzzed again and Kurt pulled it out opening the messages.
To Kurt
From: David
Oh. Dude, don't kill him. Give him a chance?
To: Kurt
From: Wes
Just heard from David.. Kurt, please don't upset Blaine.
Please don't kill him either; this could be good for both of you.
Kurt snorted. No way would this be good for him and he was pretty sure it'd be the same for Blaine too.
To: Kurt
From: David
Y isn't Blaine picking up his phone? You've killed him haven't you?
Kurt sighed and replied simply.
To: David, Wes
From: Kurt
I'm nowhere near Blaine. He probably died of embarrassment when he realised he forgot who i was.
Kurt couldn't be bothered anymore so he held down the button on his phone to lock and turn it off. He pushed open more double doors which would lead him outside where he'd have to cross campus and then face him again.
He actually couldn't though. Kurt paused and looked at the forms he held in his hand, scanning across the lines and lines of words.
He swallowed loudly and squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling loudly. He couldn't be bothered to do this. He couldn't be bothered to just run away from Blaine because he'd definitely done enough of that in the past years.
Kurt stumbled over to a nearby bench and all but collapsed into it, dropping the papers to the floor and dumping his head in his hands which rested on his knees. He slowly massaged his temples and then pressed the palms of his hands into his closed eyes, finding the motion oddly relaxing. He rubbed his hands forcefully into his skull, focusing on what he could see and concentrated on the tiny bits of white in his closed eyes.
He used to do that a lot as a kid. Whenever things around him got too much, he'd sit down in the corner of the sofa or something and just shove his hands over his face, clenching his eyes closed. Beneath the lids, he'd focus his pupils on what he could see. He'd spend minutes searching for the white spots in his eyes as they were shut and try to think as doing so.
Now it just made him feel physically weary. He let his head drop down to his elbows, emitting a soft moan and then lifted it again, resting his chin on his palms, staring out across the courtyard.
He knew he'd go back. He'd pick up the forms and toss them in the trash can. He'd storm in and ignore Blaine because what else could he do? He'd try and figure out an alternative. He'd...
He didn't know what he could do after that.
Kurt straightened up and leant slowly against the back of the bench. All of that could wait for now.
Suddenly a soft voice sounded from behind him, making him jump a mile in the air.
"Hello? Are you okay?"
Blaine was sitting at his desk when the door clicked, although he was very unaware. Slumped over a large English Language textbook, a pen was held loosely in one hand and there was a tiny patch of dribble running from his mouth and down the spine of the book. Yes, on the day he got a new roommate who turned out to be a bit of a shock, he fell asleep while revising.
Oh, the shame.
And as the door opened cautiously, he simply shifted in his sleep, turning his head around. As his arm moved, his discarded phone nudged to the side and slowly slid down the side of the desk. It fell and hit the floor, pressing buttons and shining a light saying he had several missed calls and messages but Blaine still was unconscious.
Kurt carefully closed the door, not wanting to turn and face him. He took a small breath and turned around, sauntering into the room more confidently than he should be.
He walked over to the hunched figure, a frown set on his face, ready to give a strict and demanding speech which he'd been working on and memorising for the best part of an hour before he realised what state the 19 year old was in.
He contemplated waking him up, but he stopped. While Kurt told himself he didn't want to be near him, there was that stupid tiny part of his brain resurfacing and telling him that he always liked to see Blaine asleep. He used to wake up in the middle of the night but instead of going back to sleep, he'd watch the smaller tenor breathing peacefully next to him, usually hugging him tightly to his chest.
His stomach squirmed uncomfortably and his shook his head sharply. Mercedes advice rung in his head loudly, her words being something like, "Boy, you really need a new guy in your life to get over one." Kurt scoffed and walked over to his bed, throwing himself down with an angry thump.
"Wu-? Who are we-? Whuzza time?" Blaine mumbled, shooting his head up. Kurt almost sent him an endearing smile that was still instinctive.
No, Kurt. That was a long time ago.
Kurt ignored him, flipping his legs over his bed and going to turn on his lamp and look in the drawers. At least, he thought that but in reality he was watching Blaine from the corner of his eye.
Blaine ran a hand through his gelled hair and over his face. He turned to face the countertenor and let a sleepy smile grace his face.
"Oh, right. Hey," He said softly. Kurt's stomach churned again.
Kurt nodded slightly. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Blaine stand up, stretching his arms wide and cracking his back. Kurt shivered slightly, not knowing if it was due to the noise or how a small sliver of skin was exposed around his abs when he stretched.
He relaxed and walked over to Kurt, stopping in front of him. Kurt kept his head tilted down but moved his eyes up, staring at Blaine.
"...Yes?" He asked in a monotone voice. Suddenly a hand was thrust in his face.
Blaine bit his lip and said, "I was thinking earlier. There's no way we can be roomies if you won't even look at me. Or talk to me. And while we've had arguments and ...stuff, I just think we're both older now. We should – try and put it behind us. Because, we both had sides to this story."
Kurt let his mouth fall open slightly in a curling grimace. He glared from Blaine to his outstretched hand, watching the smile slip from his face.
"Fuck you."
Blaine blinked as Kurt spat the words out. He turned around, pulling his legs onto the bed and ignored the boy who spluttered slightly. Kurt blinked once, twice, three times to stop the tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
Put it behind us? Both had sides?
Fuck you Blaine fucking Anderson you fucking fuck.