Boston Series #6
"This project sucks," Puck whined, flopping back onto Kurt's bed with a sigh. "Why does college have to be so hard?"
Kurt shakes his head and unfocuses his eyes as he replies, "I don't know. Because it's college?"
"Yeah, but I figured music school wouldn't be this bad. But come on! They're making me take fucking Englishclass, dude! English!"
"You speak English, don't you?"
Puck rolls his eyes and huffs but doesn't say anything back, just stares at Kurt's dorm room ceiling for a few minutes while Kurt tries to focus on his History of the Stage reading and figure out where, exactly, the words stopped making sense.
His efforts are once again thwarted when Puck asks, "Dude, where's your roommate? Trevor? Travis?"
"Tyler's in Montana," Kurt replies, wishing there was an undo button for highlighting his text book, because he seems to have highlighted every word that's not a preposition.
"Why the hell is he in Montana? It's only the second week of school. What, did somebody die?"
"Not that I know of," Kurt replied, turning the page and assaulted with fresh, unhighlighted text. "I'm pretty sure he got homesick and dropped out. On Monday someone's going to come for his things."
Puck stayed silent long enough that Kurt thought maybe now he'd be able to focus, until he spoke up. "Wait. So you've got this whole room to yourself?" He scoffs loudly. "And I'm stuck in a roach motel of an apartment with three assholes who keep bugging me to join their shitty reggae band."
"And you wonder why I never visit." Kurt writes down what he thinks could be a key concept, but could really be an insignificant detail he'll never need to know. "Don't be too jealous. They're assigning me someone from the wait list later this week."
"Hey, I think I'm still on that list," Puck says, lifting up onto his elbows so he can grin at Kurt. "You think you could request me?"
Kurt scrunches up his brow and shrugs. "Do you really think we could live together without killing each other? I've seen the way you keep your room."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Puck asks, but he doesn't give Kurt the time to respond. "Whatever. You let me stay here, I'll be on my best behavior. I'll pick up all my shit and only have girls over while you're out."
The whole point of going to college is leaving Lima behind and having new experiences, even if Kurt was glad when he found out Puck was coming to his school, too. If they room together, Kurt is afraid he won't get out there and meet new people, like he'd always wanted to when he dreamed of going to college. On the other hand, it might be nice coming home to someone who knows his past and doesn't care. And there is always the outside chance, even at a performing arts school, that his next roommate will be a homophobic jerk.
"I'll ask the RA," Kurt says after a moment, nodding slightly. "No promises."
"Sweet," Puck agrees, lying back down and wiggling to make himself more comfortable. Kurt bites back the urge to tell Puck that's his bed and he specifically picked it because of the angle of sunlight first thing in the morning. But, it's not like Puck's moving in right this second and calling dibs, he's just avoiding his English project.
Kurt already had dibs, though. No contest.