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It was obvious to Kurt when he stepped inside his dorm room for the first time that his roommate had already been living there for some time. The right side of the room was quite 'lived in', although it was very tidy.
The desk had a blue laptop sitting on top of it along with a file organizer that was filled with papers, a cup of pencils and pens, and even a strange plant in a simple clay pot at the top left corner of the desk. On the wall above the desk were a few different posters with different constellations graphed on them that Kurt had never seen before. The bedside table had a lamp, alarm clock and small pile of books. The bed in the far corner wore a rich, red bedspread that was obviously not the school-provided bedding. A fluffy grey cat was lounging on the bed, its tail flipped back and forth as it looked Kurt over.
Surprised that the school would allow pets, Kurt raised an eyebrow at the cat. He was unimpressed that he would have to live with the fluff ball but consoled himself with the fact that it was obvious his new roommate was a very organized person.
With a sigh, Kurt dragged his suitcase across the room and allowed himself to plunk down on his bed. It had simple white sheets on it with royal blue trim. A matching royal blue comforter was folded and laying at the foot of the bed. The school provided things like bedding and uniforms which was not really the norm for any boarding schools Kurt had heard of, but, he assumed, when you have to travel so far to get here, it made sense they would provide items as such.
Given the grandeur of the building, Kurt was a little surprised and dismayed at the minute size of the shared dorm room. It had a calm, elegant shade of crème on the walls and the same rich dark wood trim, but the room was just plain small. I might have even been a tad smaller than Blaine's dorm room back at Dalton. It wasn't as though Kurt had expected a palace, but the room was plain cramped feeling and he hadn't even unpacked yet.
Heaving his suitcase up onto the bed beside him, Kurt took hold of the zippers on each side and unzipped it. Flipping the top up, Kurt stared into his suitcase wondering what to unpack first. He looked up suddenly when he felt eyes watching him. That cat. It was now sitting in the middle of the bed opposite, still watching him intently. Trying to shrug off the strange feeling the cat's stare was giving him, Kurt looked back into his suitcase.
Pulling out a small lamp and alarm clock, he reached over and set them on his bedside table. Then Kurt took out some of his neatly folded clothes and set them in orderly piles on his bed. Taking a few other items out of his suitcase, Kurt stood and surveyed his provided furniture before deciding on a home for each item. Seeing his bed had drawers under it, he began to organize his clothes into them – the ones he didn't hang in his wardrobe that stood in the corner closest to the door.
He had finished unpacking his suit case and was just decided where he would stow it when a soft knock sounded at his door. Crossing the room, Kurt opened the door, nervously. He smiled when he saw Blaine waiting in the hallway.
"You were fast," commented Kurt, opening the door wide in invitation.
"Well, I'm not as meticulous about my clothes as you are," said Blaine with a soft chuckle. "Meet your roommate?"
Kurt shook his head as Blaine followed him into his room, allowing the door to close behind him.
"Wow, your room is small," commented Blaine. "But, you have a way better view."
Blaine moved closer to the window that occupied the wall between the two captain's beds. He looked out over the courtyard and gardens between their dormitory and the one across from them.
"Your room is bigger?" asked Kurt.
"Maybe a little bit," answered Blaine with a nod.
"Figures I'd get the tiny room," grumbled Kurt, plopping down on his bed.
Blaine sat down beside him and took one of his hands in his own. It wasn't a particular romantic moment nor did he mean it as a particularly romantic gesture, he just wanted to hold his boyfriend's hand. The warmth and comfort of the familiarity of it in such a new place was just what Blaine needed. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned his head against Kurt's shoulder.
"So, have you met your roommate?" asked Kurt, placing his second hand over Blaine's and his.
"Yeah," said Blaine. "He seems nice enough. I just wish we could have roomed together."
"Something tells me that if we were roommates I wouldn't get much homework done... or much sleep for that matter," teased Kurt, his eyebrows raised suggestively.
"I'm not that needy of a boyfriend," replied Blaine, giving Kurt a mock look of incredulity and hurt.
Kurt laughed lightly and removed his hand from where he had it placed over Blaine's and his to pat Blaine's knee.
"Sure you aren't," he replied, winking.
That was when Blaine noticed the cat; it had moved to Kurt's roommate's desk and was sitting near the potted plant, still staring at them.
"They let you have cats, here?" wondered Blaine in surprise.
Kurt shrugged.
"Actually," came a rather dignified voice. "They have a strict 'no pets' policy."
Kurt and Blaine both started at the unknown voice.
The cat jumped down from the desk and disappeared into a small cloud of particles. When the particles disbanded, they were surprised to see a boy sitting in the chair that stood in front of the desk where the cat had just been.
He was sitting comfortably, but with perfectly prim posture; his back straight, his chin lifted, his right leg crossed over his left knee, his hands in his lap. There was a dignified but unreadable expression on his face. The most interesting thing about him, though, was that his skin was grey-green colour and his ears were tall and slender, almost like an elf's.
Blaine and Kurt sat in dumbfounded silence.
"I apologize for not making me presence known sooner," he spoke in a dignified manner. "I find that I get a much more advanced first impression of my new roommates if they don't know I'm here when they arrive."
The alien boy waited, but Blaine and Kurt remained silent, so he continued.
"I am Corneau," he introduced himself. "And you two are?"
"I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson," replied Blaine, suddenly. Smiling, he stood from Kurt's bed and reached to offer his hand in greeting.
Corneau lifted an eyebrow and looked down at Blaine's hand as if it were unclean. Finally, he sighed slightly and grasped it with disdain. His hand was cold and his shake frigid. Blaine smiled slightly, thinking that Corneau reminding him something of the legendary Dorian Grey.
"Good to meet you, Blaine," he spoke, not the least bit warmly. "And you? You must be my new roommate."
"Yes," spoke Kurt with a frown. "I'm Kurt Hummel, we're from Earth."
"Naturally," replied Corneau with disinterest.
"Where are you from?" asked Blaine, sitting back down beside Kurt.
"Here," Corneau answered simply.
Blaine and Kurt exchanged glances.
"I've been attending StarPfig since I was 10," explained Corneau, with an air of contempt.
"I thought this was only a secondary school," questioned Kurt, in spite of his growing dislike for the alien boy.
"Yes, well, I came a bit early," replied Corneau. "You would say I was something of a prodigy, I would presume. However, graduation here requires you to be of a certain age. So, I am still here, even though I have had enough credits to graduate for a few years, now."
"So, you've been here for..." Blaine began to ask.
"Six years," cut in Corneau with a nod. "This is my last."
Blaine and Kurt nodded quietly, not having anything to add.
"Have either of you read your student handbook or checked out your schedule, yet?" asked Corneau. "You should probably do that first thing. It should be in the top drawer of your bedside tables."
"Okay, thanks," spoke Blaine.
"I have somewhere to be," spoke Corneau. "Goodbye for now."
"Bye, nice to meet you, Corneau," replied Blaine, politely.
"Bye," called Kurt as Corneau slipped out their dorm's door.
"That was... unnerving," said Blaine with a small chuckle after Corneau had left.
"Ugh, tell me about it," responded Kurt in disgust. "And I have to have him for a roommate."
"Well, it could be a good thing," replied Blaine, looking on the bright side. "He's probably been here longer than some of the staff, if anyone can show us the ropes, it'll be him."
Kurt nodded and then reached to pull open the top drawer of his bedside table. He pulled out a heavy stack of papers that were supposedly the student hand book. Lying on top was the schedule. The stack of papers had to be at least an inch thick.
"Some light reading?" laughed Blaine, seeing Kurt's forlorn expression
"We better head out, Blaine," spoke Kurt, standing in Blaine's dorm doorway.
"I'm coming," replied Blaine, a little out of breath from getting dressed in his new uniform in a rush
After tying his shoes, he quickly grabbed his book bag and slung it over his shoulder before stumbling into the hall to join his boyfriend. Kurt adjusted Blaine's blue tie and patted the shoulders of his black blazer.
"You ready?" asked Kurt, a slight smile.
"Hope so," laughed Blaine. "Sorry for taking so long."
They hurried down the hall, then down the grand staircase and out the front doors of Sprigglespurts Hall. Kurt couldn't help but slow down to look in admiration as they passed through the large iron gate of their dorm grounds. Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him at a quick jog down the stone path to the cobblestone road and over to the Palladino Forum where they were supposed to be meeting for their Orientation.
There was a large gathering of students making their way into the main entrance. Kurt and Blaine fell into line and soon found themselves stepping into the fantastically decorated front room of the Palladino Forum. A familiar tall, lean woman was standing at the front of the room. Once the large group of new students had finished filtering into the room, she raised her hands demanding silence.
"Welcome to StarPfig Academy for the Specially Gifted," she spoke over the room. "I am the Headmistress, Miss Sidusmatcus. You all come here from different planets. You have different appearances, backgrounds, languages, and customs, but there are some things you all have in common. The first thing being that you are all here at StarPfig for the very first time. There are undoubtedly others, but that is for you to learn about each other."
Kurt and Blaine exchanged looks at her words.
"This is Palladino Forum," continued Miss Sidusmatcus. "This is our main building where we will meet for many of our school events. This is where you'll come for your meals. We also have a few classrooms here and upstairs are our Administration offices."
She strode out of the main room to show the new students around the building. The group followed her in a fairly orderly fashion. She pointed out the doors to the girls and boys bathrooms as they walked through the hallway, as well as the doorway to the kitchen. The hall then opened into a very large cafeteria. The group followed her into the large cafeteria. It was empty save for two alien women who were beginning to ready for the evening's meal.
"Let us head outside and I will give you a quick overview of the rest of the campus," she spoke, leaving the cafeteria through a different door.
The group filtered out of the building through a smaller front entrance onto the stone pathway and grassy lawn in front. Standing up on the step to be slightly higher than the group, Miss Sidusmatcus pointed toward Sprigglespurts Hall.
"To the North of us just across the main road are Sprigglespurts Hall and the Main Auditorium. Sprigglespurts is home to our Performing Arts and Music theory students. North East of us is the Pleiades Towers and our Health and Wellness Studies buildings. Along with them is our Infirmary should any of you ever have need of it."
Turning to point behind the Palladino Forum, She continued.
"Our gymnasium, swimming pool and sports fields are all East of us. Sometimes we do host other schools and have large events here; you are always welcome to attend such events if you have no conflicting classes scheduled. To the South East of us is Athleta Hall where our Athletic and Kinesiology students reside. Straight East of us is out Topiaria Centre and Horticulture studies facilities. We grow a lot of our own foods here. Near that we also have our Mechanics facilities and then South West of us are our Universal studies classes and dorms."
Turning back to face the students, she pointed behind the group to show them a few of the buildings just on the other side of the walkway from where they were.
"Then straight West of us, here, we have our Earth Curriculum and other specific planetary curriculum classes, our Universal History and Astronomy classes, our Academy's Museum and Library and our Performing Arts & Fine Arts Classrooms. Behind the Library is the Kirchoff Gardens which are particularly special to the school as they are to celebrate our very first Headmaster, Jonathan Kirchoff."
There was so much to take in that Kurt and Blaine weren't sure if they could possibly remember everything. They were happy, though, to recognize that the majority of their classrooms were near their dorm.
"As you arrived, you walked up the winding path from the Air Terminal; some of the buildings you passed were dorms for our Faculty members and Guest dorms. The guest dorms are often used for when we have other sports teams or performing groups here for games or concerts. Also, we have a few times in the year where parents are invited to visit, and those guest dorms are used for that as well. You are not permitted in the guest or faculty dorms without special permission.
You all should have received a specific school schedule customized to your class list as well as a student hand book. They would have been waiting for you in your dorm room. These handbooks have a lot of information in them as well as our rules. I know they are long, but it is imperative that you read through them and keep them for the course of your time here at StarPfig as they will serve as a fantastic resource for you.
One tip I will share with you is that in the next day or so when you have the free time, you should walk around the entire campus to get an idea of where everything is and how long it takes you to get to each of your classes. We do not take tardiness lightly at StarPfig and because our classes are rather advanced, you will not want to miss any of your classes if you can help it.
Now, each of your dorms will be having a group meeting in approximately half an hour. This is part of your orientation. After the meeting we will have our evening meal and then you will have free time until curfew. Tomorrow our regular class schedule will begin. Do not expect an easy first day of classes like you may have back at the schools on your planets; you are attending StarPfig Academy for the SPECIALLY Gifted, now. That is all, you are dismissed."
And with that, she disappeared back into the Palladino building behind her. The group of students slowly broke up and headed the different directions to their own dorms.
"Kurt, what have you gotten us into?" asked Blaine with a laugh trying to sound light-hearted and humorous about it, though he was feeling pretty nervous about this strict new school.
"This is going to be fantastic, Blaine," said Kurt with a genuine smile as he slid his hand into Blaine's. "We're in a dorm with a bunch of like-minded people, we'll be taking classes specifically tailored to our interests, we have some of the most amazing facilities in the universe, and when we graduate we'll have one of the most prestigious schools ever on our transcripts."
"If we graduate, you mean," said Blaine teasingly, purposely bumping his shoulder into Kurt's.
"Have some faith in us, Blaine," said Kurt, still smiling. "We've got this."
The dorm meeting turned out to be a rather boring one, though it was a good opportunity to meet the other boys living there. Blaine knew that he wasn't going to remember all their names, but it made him feel a little more at ease to have introductions made and to see how pleasant most of them were. It seemed as though Kurt really had lucked out and gotten the least friendly guy of the entire bunch as a roommate. The meeting itself really consisted of introducing all the new students to the building, learning the house rules, putting names and faces to the head boys, and being taught a few of the ins and outs of living at Sprigglespurts Hall.
It was obvious that Kurt had not been pleased to learn that the Hall was maintained by the boys, meaning, everyone had weekly chores which included cleaning the bathrooms. Cleaning up other people's filth? The look on Kurt's face was a mixture between horror and disbelief; it had made it difficult for Blaine to refrain from laughing out loud in the middle of the meeting. At least you'll know it was cleaned properly, Blaine had whispered back. He obviously had spent enough time with Kurt to know the right thing to say. Kurt's response was to nod and calm considerably.
There was a small building at the north end of the Spigglespurts property, it sat between the corner of the girls' and of the boys' buildings which angled away from each other forming something of an unfinished triangle. At the end of the dorm meeting, the two head boys had led the group of boys to it to show them that it had laundry facilities along with a storage area that held the cleaning supplies and other items used for maintaining their building. After a quick walk around the Sprigglespurts grounds which were completely fenced in with the beautiful iron fence, the boys were dismissed with the announcement that the evening meal would begin very soon and they should head over there shortly.
"I am so hungry," exclaimed Blaine in anticipation as he and Kurt stepped into the cafeteria.
It looked a lot different from the large empty room they had seen during their Orientation. Now, it was completely full of students of every colour, shape, and size. Feeling a little intimidated by such a bizarre scene, the boys hung back near the doorway for a few minutes, taking it all in. Finally, they decided (well, their empty stomachs probably did most of the insisting) to join in. Together, they moved to the back of the line at the far end of the cafeteria. Though it was a long line-up, it moved rather quickly and soon they were grabbing trays and sliding them along the metal countertop.
Eyeing the strange selection of foods with concern, Blaine leaned forward to ask Kurt what things were.
"I'm just as lost as you, Blaine," replied Kurt, staring at a particular food option that was exceptionally frightening. It was blue and it seemed to be gyrating.
"There's some more Earthling-friendly stuff near the end," came the condescending voice of Corneau.
Blaine turned to see Kurt's green roommate standing in line behind him.
"Oh, hi, Corneau," spoke Blaine with a smile of greeting.
"Yes, hello," replied Corneau. "That red stuff there is particularly good, though may want to give it a try, even if its appearance is a trifle disconcerting."
"What is it?" asked Kurt, taking a small spoonful and letting it plop lightly onto his empty plate.
"It is a side dish from planet Nevari," explained Corneau with a shrug. "It is made from a particular vegetable that grows there naturally."
Blaine eyed it suspiciously.
"Aren't you going to take some?" asked Kurt.
"I'll have a bite of yours," replied Blaine, though the expression on his face seemed like he was more afraid of it biting him.
They traveled further down the line until Blaine was delighted to find macaroni and cheese. He greedily scooped a large quantity onto his plate before looking ahead to see what other familiar foods he could find.
"That'll go straight to your thighs," warned Kurt, shaking his head.
"So long as it goes to my stomach first," laughed Blaine, taking a deep sniff of the pile of cheesy, steaming carbs heaped on his plate.
Kurt just laughed and reached for some tongs so he could serve himself some garden salad.
I promise things won't move AS slow as this for the entire story... well, at least I hope that I can promise that... I don't really necessarily know where I'm even going with this, except for a few different random scenes in my head... so... you'll just have to bare with me.. hah... anyway, hope you are enjoying it... feedback is appreciated!