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Chapter four

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The Next two days flew by without much effort and Kurt seemed to e slotting into a routine easily. Get up, shower, hair, breakfast. Class, Lunch, class, homework, bed and in the mists of all that shoot happy smiles at Blaine whenever he could.
The strain was becoming unbearable, school was a challenge and most of all he had no clue why he has decided to even befriend Blaine in the first place but he shook the thoughts from his head and decided to go and shower whilst no one was in.
He knew Blaine was at warbler practice and most of the boys who lived in Hawtree were either there with Blaine or at some form of arts program which was unusual as although Kurt lived with these boys he yet had the urge to go and join any of the programs and felt like he was an outsider to the rest of the boys who lived here. It had become apparent that all the stress had taken a toll on Kurt as he would usually jump at the chance to join every creative club to maximise the chances of him getting into a world renowned college in New York. He shivered at the thought and stripped off his clothes, grabbing a pair of loose cuffed jeans and a baggy McKinley hood that he had earned from last year as a football and cheerleader. He switched the taps onto hot and waited for the water to warm up considerably before stepping in and letting the spray engulf him and calm his muscles down; this is even better therapy than a massage he thought to himself humming a tune as he shampoos his hair with this favourite product. Sure this product smelt feminine and had pink writing on it was excellent for your hair and it reminded Kurt of his mum and what she used to smell like, Roses and butter cream.
He smiled at the thought of his mother and the songs they used to sing together whilst dressing up as princesses and queens bossing Burt around and making him bring tea, well juice, and biscuits to them like he was their butler. He opened his mouth and begun to sing softly but loud enough so that he could hear himself over the gush of water.

Wes, David and Blaine had returned from warbler practice to find an empty room with Dalton uniform spread over the floor
"where Kurt and what is is his uniform doing like this just thrown onto the bed?" Wes questioned Blaine flopping down onto the sides
"how should I know where kurtsie is!" Blaine almost shouted "I'm not some stupid physic who can read minds or feel peoples presence"
" geez calm down Blaine we were just asking seeing as you are his roommate and you should be friends by now"
"yeah Blaine I saw you two whispering to each other in physics the other day, what was that even about?" David pressed
"that was me telling kurtsie girl over there not to take so many notes" Blaine's voice begun to rise
"Blaine will you ever get tired of tearing him down? I mean kurtsie girl? Coming from you who is also gay is a bit rich don't you think?"
"dot you start on me Montgomery or there will be a few more things than insults coming your way"
"don't you dare Blaine or I swear to god I will have you out of this place faster than my great aunt waterlilly can say Harry freaking potter"
"you will never be able to get rid of me, the faculty love me here. I am practically a god. They worship my talent and don't forget it is me after all go will be leading the warblers to victory and the sponsors money from this year's summer ball was oh because of ME!"
"Guys stop it" David said calmly with a concentrated look on his face
"DO NOT TELL ME..." Blaine roared loudly but David simple held up a finger to him whilst the other was on his lips and whispered "listen". The room tired early silent and the echoes from the boys argument seemed to be slowly drowning in the air and from the corner of the room were the bathroom door was a faint sound was coming and it sounded like someone singing.
"Is that a girl in there?" Wes asked with a puzzled expression on his face
"no you twat face it's Kurt, he is in the shower"
"no need for such language Blaine is there now let's get a closer look, besides I want to hear more clearly what he is singing" the boys quietly shuffles their feet past Kurt's belonging and to the bathroom door straining to hear the beautiful high sound slipping from underneath the bathroom door and into the now silent room.

Kurt leathered his hair once more but with Shine treatment as he spun round waving his arms around pretending he was on a concert stage with thousands of screaming fans and cute boys all waiting to sweep him off his feet
"don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days, My mad existence
Don't keep your promise, don't keep your distance"

"he is singing Broadway classics and it sounded show stomping good to me. He should be in the warbler's l; we have to make gin join! There has never been a countertenor in the history of the warblers and this would be a great opportunity for everyone not just Kurt. Can you imagine us now that we have him? A new edge and think of the donations Blaine" Wes was staring dreamy eyed at the door imagining his future unfolding before him, there were probably some gravels involved there somewhere.
"Just marvellous Wes, now the new kid will have the entire spotlight and I will be brushed aside like dust on the libraries books"
"no Blaine. Even if Kurt decides to join us in merry song you shall remain lead singer as you are the best all rounder there I was just thinking what a great addition he would be and we could showcase his voice with some numbers at competitions"
"wooooo" Blaine moaned un enthusiastically at the idea but there was no use arguing now Wes had his heart set on something and there was definitely no trying to change his mind.

Kurt stepped out this shower and begun to towel dry himself feeling satisfied at himself for taking today's strain away so easily bit before he could anything else bur wrap the warm towel around him he heard voices commit from the other side of the door. Curiously he flung the door open to find an unimpressed looking Blaine, a dreamy Wes who was now staring straight at his half naked form and David who looked apologetic.
"ermm guys what are you doing?" Kurt snapped
"sorry Kurt" Blaine got up and tried to drag the boys away but David for up on his own and Wes simply was in some sort of trance
"what did you do to him Blaine and anyway I thought you were meant to be at practice?"
"we were but it finished so we came up here and well we heard you singing and now Wes insists you have to join for a new edge and he has been enchanted by our voice"
"right" Kurt simply replied walking over to where Wes was crouched down not caring that he was dripping all over the carpet or his hair was a mess beyond looking lovely
"Wes can you hear me?" he shook him slightly "Wes if you can please squeeze my hand" Kurt worriedly glanced up at Blaine and David who were standing looking in awe but as Kurt's eyes met Blaine's he thought he saw a faint blush but David sad nothing.
"Wes please wake up!" no response still so Kurt took a deep breath in And raised his hand and brought it down to Wes' cheek hard. A faint cracking noise echoed round the room followed by a cry of pain
"ow man! I know you are gay but I am not so why are you over me half naked?"
"Wes are you alright?" Kurt laughed ignoring the question
"right as rain Kurt bow please say you will join the warbles pleaaassseeee"
"I don't know"
"Blaine will you help?" Wes pleaded but there was no response
"I...ermm...ah!" was all Blaine could choke out before running to his bed and burring his face in his pillow moaning deeply
"what's up with him" David asked but all he got was some shrugged shoulders and a weak smile from Kurt
"let me handle this guys. After all roomies are meant to look after each other right?" he chuckled to himself
"well if you are sure" David smiled
"have a good night Kurt and if you need help with Blainers over thee you know where we are" the two stalked out together letting the door bang loudly behind them and it was peaceful; one problem though. Blaine and Kurt were alone.
Kurt settled down on the edge of blames bed and placed one hand on his shoulder but said nothing waiting for some sort of response but he got none
"Blaine? "he softly questioned his voice barely louder than a whisper "are you alright? You kind of broke down minutes ago and as we are dorm mates I suppose we should talk to each other"
"oh Kurt... Oh again please again...right there oh fuck me Kurt baby you at so fucking hot with your pale skin ad sea blue eyes...oh FUCK KURT SO GOOD!"
Kurt turned a deep shade of red as he realised Blaine was asleep and he had been talking to no one but most of all he was dreaming about Kurt and it was not a good dream either, it was downright hot and wet.
"KURT! You are so big oh fill me up Kurt please!"
Kurt audibly gulped and took a deep breath in, this could NOT be happening I mean he had been here less than a week and had been treated so harshly by this boy in front of him who was moaning in his sleep. Kurt was confused but almost ashamed of himself. How could he let this happen and most of all how did this happen? He thought that Blaine hated him with a passion and dissent want anything to do with him. Questions flooded his mind and would not stop. It was like his own personal tsunami in his mind, his brain was filling up and it hurt to look. Tears were becoming to stream down his face and he had to get out and go somewhere. Somewhere he could be at peace away from this mess.

Kurt found himself in the kitchen downstairs with his mums old recipe folder leaning heavily on the table open on the recipe for chocolate brownies, his all time secret favourite as they never failed to cheer him up when he was feeling down. When his mum died he found himself constantly craving for these delicious sugary treats and subsequently his love for baking was born and he was quite an expert, especially with the brownie mixes.
His father often joked that if bone of his childhood dreams came true he should open up his own bakery selling deluxe cupcakes and treats and call it Kurt's sugar fest but to Kurt baking was not a job, it was a hobby and a skilful art as one wrong decision and you would have to start again
and he took pride in his perfection to detail.
He was poured his newly made batch of mix into a container and posed them into the oven and sat down inspecting the mess he had made around him. Pans were everywhere and the mixing bowls were coated in the remainder of mix, he hardly ever made this much mess but he blamed it on the fact his mind was all over the place.
At his point a boy he did not recognise walked into the kitchen and gave him and smile and nod "smells good, what you making?"
"brownies"
"an all time favourite of mine! Let's hope you get them right! The name is Adrian Cliff" he held out his hand to Kurt even though his hand were relatively clean compared to Kurt's
"Kurt, Kurt Hummel" he smiled back at the boy that had ever so cheerfully greeted him "and I am so glad you like brownies, I need someone to share them with"
"well count yourself lucky that I am here then, food like this does not last long round here especially when you have delicious smells wafting through the common room like now" the tall boy smirked down at Kurt. He was about a foot taller than him with untidy but styled looking blonde hair that had finer steaks in, swept off his face by hair gel. He wore thick squared rimmed glasses That rested on the top of his nose highlighting his deep green eyes that contrasted with his hair and hid the small freckles dotted around his nose and high cheek bones. His figure was tall and lean but strong and he walked with such power that Kurt was envious of the boy although he too was fascinated by this boy and in his mind he thought he had seen this mysterious Adrian boy before
"I'm sorry but your face looks so familiar to me but I cannot place it"
"well if you are talking about Jason Hower then yes you do recognise me"
"you mean Jason Hower fashion model and vogue front cover this month? The Jason Hower who has walked for Prada, Gucci and mulberry?"
"the very one" he laughed rubbing his hand through his hair so it was back out of his eyes
"then where is he?" Kurt gawped wide eyes at Adrian
"you are drooling right at him" he winked
"but you said your name was Adrian!"
"yes that is my read name but doesn't Jason Hower sound so much more chique than Adrian cliff? I mean who would want to buy clothes modelled by someone whose name ended with a piece of rock? Jason is my stage or model name if you wish to call it that"
Kurt spluttered at this and he oils not believe his luck, one of his favourite male models was a student here at Dalton and was taking and attempting to eat with him. The oven pinged interrupting their science and Kurt hurried to go and fetch the brownies before they burned. He set them aside to cool
"do you want to help me wash up whilst these cool?" he questions Adrian
"no problem, we need to exchange fashion tips anyway" he winked at Kurt and Kurt felt like he had just died. And he was loving it.
He had completely forgotten about Blaine until he had got back to his room completely floating in cloud nine. Adrian was such a lovely boy who did not judge Kurt for who he is or the way he acts or his mannerisms. He just likes Kurt for big himself and Kurt was beginning to wish he had been assigned to him and not Blaine.
he enters his room o find Blaine lying on his back facing the ceiling with an anxious look on his face twiddling his thumbs seeking to be in deep thought so Kurt did not disturb him but walked straight past him to log onto his laptop to talk to cedes and for once he could not care about winning over Blaine, he just wanted to brag about his new found love to someone who cared. He clicked onto Mercedes name and hit the call button and dater a few minute o ringing her face popped up onto the screen smiling brightly
"oh my boo I miss you so much!"
"I miss you too cedes, I miss having by truly fabulous diva beside me"
"awh boo, any cute boys yet?"
"well there is one..."
Blaine's head snapped up at this point not to be nosy but out of curiosity
"you know Jason Hower? Well we hung out in the kitchen earlier and ate my mum brownies and he helped me wash up and quizzed me on fashion and took a real interest in me and boo he is super cute!"
"woah woah slow down there a second White boy! You mean the Jason Hower?"
"the very one cedes"
"man Kurt he us smoking hot, if he was not gay I'd use my chocolate charm and go all diva on him to make him mine!"
Blaine sat with a puzzled look on his face, who was Jason Hower? No one at the school went burgh name and even if they did, how did Mercedes know who this Jason guy was? He must be in this house or why else would he be wondering around?
"I'm so happy for you boo! Now is that Blaine guy treating you right yet"
"well not really cedes earlier walked over to him earlier and he was asleep having you know one of those dreams about me"
blain heard enough ad walked over to Kurt
"we need to talk"
"got to go cedes" he rolled his eyes before shutting the lid on the laptop one turning towards Blaine "I think you have a lot of explaining to do"

The boys were sat in the middle on the sofas in an awkward silence "look Kurt I am sorry about earlier and well everything you know. I should not have treated you in that way and I think my ambitions are too strong and I saw you as a threat. I take back everything I said to you Kurt and would like to start again as I know how much it upset you and being your dorm mate and mentor I should have known better than to treat you like crap. You truly are a beautiful man" Blaine cupped his mouth with his hands not meaning to let the last bit slip out. He saw Kurt's face change and relax before tensing up
"Blaine I have no idea what game you are playing or message with me but if I recall you hate me and we can never be friends and now you called beautiful? Stop messing with me"
"Kurt honestly I...please don't leave" his eyes pleaded with the boy who had Risen from his seat
"Blaine don't do this to me please I have been through enough already"
"Oh Kurt, I don't want to hurt you. I'm so sorry about what happened and my behaviour I guess I wasn't as welcoming as I should have been"
Kurt snorted loudly tossing his hair "you got that right"
"well hello Kurt my name is Blaine Anderson, I will be your mentor and new roommate. You need help at all?"
"no not at all I think should be okay for the time being thank you"
"well here is my number if you need anything don't hesitate to call"

Kurt accepted the piece of paper that Blaine held out towards him and grinned broadly, this is the change he wanted and felt like it he was winning for one and a new friendship was in the making.