I hope a certain part of this chapter will feel like a reward to you for slaving through some of the slower parts thus far... teehehee... thanks for reading...
Opening his eyes, Kurt turned his head to glance at his alarm clock. There was still a half hour before the alarm would go off. He noticed Corneau was still fast asleep in the bed across from him. The sun shining on his pale green/grey skin made it look paler and giving Kurt the eerie feeling that he was dead. But his chest rose and fell with a comfortable rhythmic breathing. Kurt frowned at his roommate; he seemed like such a strange person, even for an alien.
The last two days had been so full. Sunday morning he had gotten up early and his parents had driven two cities over to the largest airport in the state. They met Blaine and his parents there and had to take an airport bus to a special section of the airport. There, the special SASG space ship had been waiting. The flight was all day and all night, and they had arrived on the new planet just after lunch time. After getting off the ship, Blaine and Kurt had found their dorm, settled in, registered at their orientation, attended their dorm meeting, had a very strange supper at the school's cafeteria, spent the evening wandering around taking in all the sights of their new campus, and then went to their own dorm rooms to go to bed. Now, here was Kurt, waking up after a blissfully deep sleep, even though it had been his first night on a different planet in a strange bed at his new school.
The sunlight streaming through his window and the knowledge that this was his first day of classes were enough to spur Kurt from his bed, even if he could have lazed there for another half hour. He turned off his alarm clock before getting out of bed. After he made his bed, Kurt grabbed a large towel and his shampoo from his wardrobe and slipped out the door.
The bathroom was empty. Kurt was suddenly quite happy to have woken up so splendidly early. It was one thing to be polite and somewhat friendly to all these new people he'd never met before, it was a whole other thing entirely to shower naked next to them. Stepping into the shower stall, Kurt pulled the curtain closed before stripping down. Folding his pajamas, he reached out from behind the curtain to place them in a neat pile on the wood bench just outside the stall. Turning on the water, Kurt began to whistle a familiar tune as he cleaned himself and shampooed his hair.
Sprigglespurts Hall was still dead quiet when Kurt had finished his shower, so, with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist, he picked up his folded pajamas and walked through the hall back down to his room. He didn't meet a soul on his way.
Corneau was still asleep when Kurt returned. Kurt was careful not to make much noise as he got ready for the day. Eventually, Corneau pulled himself groggily out of bed. Ignoring Kurt who was getting dressed in his school uniform after his extensive moisturizer routine, Corneau got dressed in his own uniform, did his hair, and then plopped down at his desk and turned on his laptop.
"Good morning," Kurt managed, trying to sound pleasant.
"Mmrf," was Corneau's response, not turning from his computer.
Feeling a little awkward around Corneau, Kurt grabbed his book bag, making sure he had everything he needed in it, and then left the room. He still had a good half hour before the time he and Blaine had agreed to head for breakfast together at before their morning classes began. Still, Kurt didn't really want to go anywhere else, so, he headed to Blaine's dorm room.
"Who is it?" called Blaine's voice from behind the door after Kurt had knocked.
"Kurt," replied Kurt, trying to speak through the door.
The door knob turned and the door opened.
"Good morning," said Blaine all bright-eyed and beautiful.
Kurt didn't respond. He had wanted to say something, but, Blaine... Blaine had answered the door in his underwear. Super, sexy Blaine was standing there, his hair still damp from a morning shower, in just his underwear.
Kurt was beginning to feel like a creeper as he looked him up and down, but he couldn't help it; his eyes refused to look away. That lean, muscular chest, that light sprinkling of dark hair, those hips, those legs... whoa, back up... those legs, those hips, that very thin, grey material that was thin enough to allow him to see which way Blaine was hanging... Kurt's face flushed red. Blaine lifted an eyebrow and smirked. He gave Kurt a quick hug before turning to head back to where his clothes were strewn across his bed.
"Can you shut the door?" he requested over his shoulder, bending down to pick up his pair of trousers. "I'd rather the population of Sprigglespurts didn't see me in my underwear."
Kurt cleared his throat in embarrassment before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. He had to admit, he was a little disappointed when Blaine pulled his trousers on and did them up. Those damn trousers were high-waisted and covered all signs of Blaine's phenomenal v-cut. There was still his gorgeous chest, though. Kurt didn't even realize he was licking his lips as he stared.
"Uh, Kurt?" came Blaine's soft voice, cutting through whatever deviant thoughts that might have been running through Kurt's mind in that moment. "It isn't that I'm not completely flattered, but could you maybe stop staring at me like a piece of meat? You haven't said a word to me since dropping in and your staring is... distracting."
Kurt blushed all shades of red at Blaine's words.
"Oh my gosh, Blaine," laughed Kurt in embarrassment, coming out of his lusting haze. "I'm sorry."
Blaine chuckled softly, stepping toward Kurt. He had his white dress shirt on, now, though it was still open and his chest still visible. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and leaned in for a kiss. Kurt pressed his lips into Blaine's, returning the kiss with vigour.
"Don't be embarrassed, Baby," spoke Blaine, breaking contact from the kiss, his voice considerably lower than it had been moments earlier. "I love how you look at me; it just isn't the right time for this. We have to head to breakfast and it is our first day of classes at our new school."
"You were the one standing there wearing nothing but your underwear," breathed Kurt, their lips still only centimetres from each other.
"I like that seeing me in nothing by my underwear makes you blush," replied Blaine, in a similar, breathy voice.
Kurt cursed Blaine and his sexiness under his breath before leaning forward to steal a second kiss. Running his hands down Kurt's back, Blaine pressed his hands into the small of Kurt's back, bringing his hips into his own. The depth of the kiss increased and so did their fervour. Kurt's heart was beating so hard, he thought it might burst from his chest or, possibly, jump up his throat, choking both of them. This was not how he had planned on beginning his first day at the extremely damper StarPfig Academy, but he wasn't going to complain.
The kiss was getting sloppy and way too heated for that hour of the morning (Kurt was even finding himself moaning softly into Blaine's mouth), when the door opened and Blaine's roommate stepped in, coming back from the shower.
"Oh, wow," he stammered. "Should I come back later?"
Kurt and Blaine broke apart abruptly, panting for air. Kurt's hands had managed to find their way beneath Blaine's open shirt as they had been making out. He let go of Blaine and took a few steps back in embarrassment over having been walked-in on.
"Of course not," panted Blaine trying to find some composure. "Sorry, Treth, uh, this is my boyfriend, Kurt."
The red-skinned alien boy shook Kurt's hand.
"I'm Treth," he said, politely.
"Hi," replied Kurt, nodding. "Sorry if we made you uncomfortable."
"Oh, it doesn't bother me, any," he said with a shrug before going to his closet to pull out his uniform. "My species is asexual. Really, I find the sexuality of other people nothing but mildly interesting."
Blaine and Kurt exchanged curious looks.
"So, you..." started Blaine.
"Reproduce by spore formation," explained Treth.
"That sounds way less fun," laughed Blaine, winking at Kurt.
"As if anything we do is with the intent of reproducing, Blaine," said Kurt, rolling his eyes.
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at Kurt's comment. He went back to getting dressed in his uniform. Moments later he was grabbing his book bag and following Kurt out of the dorm room.
"See you later, Treth," he called over his shoulder as they left.
"Good luck on your first day," he called back, sincerely.
Kurt really just wanted something 'normal' for breakfast that morning. He didn't want the butterflies already flitting around in his stomach to have to make room for any sort of girating, discoloured, alien food. He was happy when he found scrambled eggs and toast were the main menu items that morning. The different options as spreads for on the toast, however, we a little disconcerting. Finally, he found something that seemed to be raspberry jam, and went with that. Blaine took the same.
They shared almost all the same classes, which was fantastic. So, when they were finished their breakfast, they walked together out of the palladino forum and across the path to the nearby buidings that housed the majority of their classes - "Earth Curriculum". They had Mathematics and English together that morning.
At lunch, Blaine and Kurt were looking for a table, trays in hand, when a group of human boys waved them over.
"Hey," called one boy. "You were in Math class with me, come sit"
Blaine and Kurt walked toward their table and sat with them.
"So, where are you from?" asked another boy.
"Ohio," replied Kurt. "And you?"
"British Columbia, Canada," replied the boy. "I'm Jonathan, by the way."
"Kurt." Kurt smiled and shook his hand.
"Blaine," spoke Blaine, reaching to shake the boy's hand after he had finished shaking Kurt's.
A few other boys spoke up, telling them their names and where on Earth they called home. It felt to find a few other people at SASG who were from Earth, even if they never knew them back home, they had that shared connection. Kurt and Blaine chatted with them while they ate their lunch.
After lunch, Blaine and Kurt walked, hand in hand, past the Earth Curriculum classrooms to the Performing Arts building. This would be their first exciting class of the day - no offense to their Math or English instructors.
The class was filled with all sorts of alien students, moreso than their other classes which were mostly for students who had come from Earth. The instructor had them sing through their scales and then gave them a ridiculously large number of hand-outs that she should have known would probably not be read by the majority of the students. When class was over, Kurt and Blaine parted ways. Blaine's next class was gym and Kurt's was Astronomy 101 which he, despite himself, was actually looking forward to.
Kurt's class was longer than Blaine's, so Blaine was probably already back in his own dorm when Kurt tiredly stepped into Sprigglespurts Hall and marched up the beautiful staircase. He'd only been there a day and a half, but he had already gone up and down those stairs numerous times. Still, Kurt was taken aback by the elegant and exuberant decor in that entryway. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned to walk down the hallway to his room. Reaching his room, he noticed a tie on his doorknob.
Do ties on doorknobs mean the same thing at SASG as they do back at earth? Kurt frowned and hoped that they didn't. He was tired and even though it was only his first day, he had at least an hour's worth of homework to attend to. Sighing, he knew that it had to mean something. The fact that it was on the outside of the door had to be a warning, even if it didn't mean that Corneau was in there doing the nasty with someone. Kurt shivered at that thought. Corneau, really?
With a perturbed sigh, Kurt turned on his heel and headed to Blaine's room.