I'm going to be crazy busy for the rest of the month, so, I thought I better try to get something up before the few who do read this forget about it! I hope you are enjoying it.
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Sorry that this chapter is so ridiculously short...
Blaine didn't hear the knock on his door; he was sitting at his desk with his headphones on and typing away at his laptop.
"Come in," called Treth from where he was lounging on his bed reading a magazine.
Kurt opened the door and stepped into the room.
"Hey Kurt," greeted Treth with a smile. "How was your first day?"
"Hi Treth, it went well," responded Kurt. "A little overwhelming, but alright."
Treth nodded knowingly.
"You come to finish what you started this morning?" asked Blaine, pushing his bulky headphones back to hang around his neck.
Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine disapprovingly, "I seem to remember that it was YOU who had kissed ME."
"That doesn't necessarily mean I started it," said Blaine, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. His eyes were dancing with amusement. "If you hadn't been staring at me like a piece of meat, undressing me with your eyes and not-so-subtly licking your lips..."
"I wasn't undressing you with my eyes," exclaimed Kurt. "For one thing, you were already undressed!"
Blaine laughed and motioned for Kurt to come to him.
"What are you working on?" asked Kurt, stepping toward Blaine.
Taking Kurt's hand, Blaine pulled him to sit in his lap.
"Sending an email home," replied Blaine. "The connection between us and Earth isn't fast enough to support Skype or anything else realtime, so, have to do it the old fashioned way with email."
"I thought they said they had highspeed access here," responded Kurt, now perched on Blaine's thigh.
"Oh, we do," offered Treth from where he was still lounging on his bed. "WWWdot refers to World-Wide Web, though. This is a different world. The connection between our internet and Earth's internet has to be bounced off so many different satellites that it slows it down considerably. Even just uploading and downloading images from sites from Earth can be a complete pain in the asteroid."
Kurt nodded in understanding while Blaine snorted at the 'pain in the asteroid' comment.
"I didn't even think of that," replied Kurt.
Blaine went back to typing. It was a little more difficult with his arms around Kurt. Kurt skimmed over the letter Blaine was writing to his parents, a little nosily. He made a mental note to write something to his Dad when he finally got his room back.
"How was your last class?" asked Blaine after hitting the send button.
"It was alright," replied Kurt. "I saw Jonathan there."
"Jonathan?" questioned Blaine, furrowing his brow in though. "Oh, right, the guy from Canada, yes?"
"Yeah," nodded Kurt. "How was gym?"
"They have amazing facilities here," replied Blaine enthusiastically.
Blaine took off his headphones and shut his laptop. Kurt stood, allowing Blaine to stand as well. They stepped over to Blaine's bed and sat down.
"So, if you didn't come to pick up where we left off this morning," started Blaine, giving him a playful grin. "Why did you stop by?"
"Treth," asked Kurt, before explaining to Blaine. "What do ties on doorknobs mean here at StarPfig?"
"Um," responded Treth, peaking over the top of his magazine. "Probably the same thing they do back on Earth."
"Are you saying you came here because Corneau had left his tie on your door?" asked Blaine with a laugh.
"Yes," replied Kurt allowing a perturbed look to take over his face.
"Corneau's getting bus-ay," laughed Blaine.
"Get used to it," spoke Treth. "He is what you Earthlings would call a 'man-slut'... did I say that right?"
Blaine and Kurt both nodded.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up taking refuge here a few times a week, every week," continued Treth. "He... uh... gets around."
"Corneau?" questioned both Blaine and Kurt incredulously at the same time.
Treth just nodded.
"Gross," grumbled Kurt in frustration.
"All the more reason to spend time in your boyfriend's room," said Blaine with a flirty smile. "Not that you need a reason or excuse."
He reached to run the backs of his fingers across the side of Kurt's face.
"Well, we have a half hour until supper is served," replied Kurt, ignoring Blaine. "They'll be done by then, I'd hope. They wouldn't miss supper, right?"
Treth shrugged, not taking his eyes from his magazine.
Blaine wasn't ready to give up so quickly. He sprawled across the bed and laid his head down in Kurt's lap. Kurt looked down at him as he grinned up at him. He rolled his eyes at his curly-haired boyfriend, but smiled despite himself.
"Treth, I thought you were a senior but I haven't seen you in any of our classes," spoke Kurt, letting one of his hands drift to Blaine's loose curls.
"Yeah," replied Treth, setting down his magazine. "I came here on a Fine Arts scholarship, but I'm also interested in Biology. So, other than my core classes, I take mostly Biology and Art related classes."
"So, you paint?" asked Kurt, running his fingers through Blaine's hair.
Blaine closed his eyes and smiled. If he were a puppy his tail would be thumping enthusiastically.
"I sculpt," explained Treth. "I mostly work with clay in ceramics, but I've been working with wax and bronze and other crazy stuff in sculpting class."
"Wow, that's really great," answered Kurt. "I'd love to see what you've made."
"Our class has a few art shows throughout the year," offered Treth with a smile, obviously happy to be talking about his art.
"What sorts of things do you make?" asked Kurt.
"Well, in ceramics we have to throw a lot of pottery for our assignments," answered Treth. "But whenever we have an assignment where we can do what we want, I like to hand build figures. I like to combine my art and my interest in Biology. So, a lot of my stuff is studies of different animals, vegetation and peoples from all over the galaxy. I also really enjoy playing with the different glazes. It is a science in and of itself."
Kurt nodded enthusiastically, though he wasn't sure what to say in response.
"My sister paints," offered Blaine, still mostly paying attention to Kurt's hand. "She took ceramics in college and said it was really hard. It is really cool that you do that."
"It's just like with anything," answered Treth, with a smile. "You just have to learn it and practise it. I think it is amazing that you guys can sing."
"Thanks, Treth," replied Kurt, smiling. "Though you haven't even heard us."
Kurt set his hands on the bed behind him and leaned back a little.
"Well, I've heard Blaine singing to himself," laughed Treth. "And he says you're even better."
"Hah," responded Kurt, shaking his head and blushing a little. "I sing in a different range, hardly fair to compare."
Missing Kurt's hand in his hair, Blaine snuggled his face closer to Kurt and reached to pull lightly at Kurt's shirt. Kurt looked down at him with a raised eyebrow. He was unsure why Blaine was acting so needy. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was kind of enjoying the ridiculousness of it. He sighed and sat up so he could return a hand to Blaine. Running his fingers over Blaine's cheek and back into his hair, Kurt smiled down at him sweetly for a moment. Blaine grinned.
They stayed that way for a while; Treth had gone back to reading his magazine. Finally, Kurt decided he would check if the tie had been removed from his door. Blaine sat up with an exaggerated sigh of frustration causing Kurt to allow a short giggle to escape his mouth.
Kurt opened the door and leaned into the hallway just in time to see a tall, thin girl with colourful skin step out of his dorm room. Her long, curly hair was tousled and her clothes rumpled. Corneau appeared in the doorway when she turned around to say good bye. Grabbing the tie on the doorknob, she slipped it over Corneau's head and used it to pull him in for a hard kiss. He was thrown off balance for a moment but settled himself with his hands on her hips. She grinned at him when they pulled back and walked away, heading down the stairs.
"Well," said Kurt, ducking back into Blaine and Treth's room, closing the door behind him. "Corneau's done."
"Just in time for supper," replied Blaine, looking down at his watch.
It was maybe ten minutes later when Kurt, Treth and Blaine left the dorm room to head to the Palladino Forum for supper.
"I just want to drop my bag off in my room," said Kurt.
"We'll see you there," said Blaine as he and Kurt left Treth at the top of the stairs.
"See ya, guys," replied Treth, heading down the curved staircase.
Kurt opened the door and stepped in. Corneau was standing in front of the mirror on his wardrobe, running a comb through his hair and fingering a hickey on his neck.
"AUGH," exploded Kurt. "It reeks of sex in here!"
"Open a window," replied Corneau with a shrug.
Kurt growled to himself and walked across the room to do just that. Blaine stood awkwardly in the doorway. Leaving his book bag on the chair in front of his desk, Kurt quickly checked his hair in the mirror on his own wardrobe before returning to Blaine. They shut the door behind them and hurried down the stairs and out the building.
"Augh," grumbled Kurt, quietly. "I have the worst roommate, ever."
"Aww, I'm sorry Babe," replied Blaine, reaching for Kurt's hand, even though he knew better than to try to touch Kurt when Kurt was angry.
Strangely enough, Kurt relented and allowed Blaine's fingers to press in between his own.
"Don't call me Babe," said Kurt sharply, though he leaned closer to Blaine as they walked.