I guess I was just feeling kinda verbose when I wrote this. I used luts of adjectives. I hope it's good anyway. Enjoy :)
Kurt could barely contain the excitement he felt at the thought of going to Luce's room, though the fact that he would have to remember the incident dampened his sunshiny spirits a bit. He was extremely curious about the mysterious boy, and wanted to know all about him. Actually, he mostly wanted to know about Luce's skin and hair care method and see if his wardrobe was ok or tragic like Rachel's practical zoo of a collection of animal sweaters. He almost hoped it was the latter, though he might faint if he saw something as horrendous as an animal sweater. As soon as he had met Luce, Kurt had been harboring a wish to dress up the adorable boy like a life-sized doll.
He knocked with a slightly trembling hand.
"Come in," A lucid voice chimed from behind the heavy wooden door that graced all Dalton dorm rooms. That boy should really join the Warblers, Kurt thought as he pulled the aforementioned taxing slab of mahogany open.
Luce was lying on his perfectly made bed with a MacBook open on his stomach, "I'll only be a second… feel free to look around."
It was what Kurt had been waiting for all day. First he walked, quite slowly considering he wanted to sprint, to Luce's closet and threw it open and… Stopped. Dead. His jaw dropped in amazement as he took in the contents. He felt a slight surge of disappointment: he would not be able to fulfill his secret dream of dressing Luce up. He appeared to do quite fine by himself; Kurt found himself staring at the largest and most beautiful expanse of men's clothing he had ever seen. It looked like it cost more than his dad's and Carole's new home.
"Can I… borrow some of these sometime?" Kurt tentatively asked.
"Sure," Luce replied. Kurt felt as though he had won the lottery- things didn't get much better than a new friend with lots of clothes who is almost the same size as you (albeit one and a half inches shorter).
Kurt recomposed himself and moved on to the bathroom.
It was very much like the closet, in that it was filled with excessive amounts of things with an excessive amount of designer labels that cost excessive quantities of money. Kurt loved it. Now he knew the secrets to Luce's perfect skin and hair. He also knew Luce had to be LOADED to have all that. Most of the students were, but he had never seen it put to such good use before.
He was about to ask to borrow these too when Luce yelled, "Done!" from the other room.
Kurt reentered the main part of the dorm room and commented on the clothes and beauty products, "Nice collection, parents own a fashion company or something?"
"Not quite," Luce replied cryptically with a mysterious smile on his face
"And now," Luce said, switching to an uncharacteristically serious expression, "The reason you are here at Dalton."
Kurt sighed, brought down from his designer-clothes-induced intoxicated state, and began, "At my old school, there was a football player named Dave Karofsky…"
Luce listened attentively to the tale, sometimes gasping in shock or horror at some of the details Kurt shared, or rubbing his arm in comfort when he began shaking at the memory of Dave's finger pressed against his chest. When Kurt finished, they just sat in a somber silence for a while.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that, Kurt," Luce said at last, "and I'm sorry that it forced you away from the friends you loved so much. I will do my best to replace them at least a little."
"Thank you," Kurt's thoughts of Mercedes and the others, and the prospect of spending time with his newly acquired companion, drew Kurt out of his sullen mood and he decided it was HIS turn to ask Luce a question.
"So…. Got a crush on anyone here, Luce?" He said playfully. Luce, much to Kurt's surprise, proceeded to blush bright red and shake his head.
"Come on, you can tell me!"
"W-Wes," Luce barely managed to stammer out, looking down as his face turned an even deeper shade of red, "but he has a girlfriend, so…."
"Been there, done that," Kurt said, making both him and Luce laugh. Finn and Sam had been included in his stories earlier.
"Well," Luce said, getting over his momentary adorable nervousness, "we all know who YOU like now, with the exception of the person in question of course!"
Kurt flushed just a little and threw a pillow at Luce, catching the boy square in the face. Luce retaliated and then it was on, escalating into a full-blown, epic pillow fight.
Kurt had been in that room FOREVER. What could those two be doing in there with the door closed? His mind was blurring with horrendous possibilities as he paced up and down the hallway.
Suddenly he heard a loud shriek from inside the room, followed by copious amounts of giggling. That was it; he couldn't take anymore.
As Blaine burst through the door, his eyes widened to take in the state of the room before him. The two other boys were standing in opposite corners of the room, heaving deep breaths underneath their Dalton blazers. They both wore brilliant mischievous smiles, though in Blaine's infinitely cuter. It was coupled with slightly mussed hair and a light sheen of sweat on Kurt's forehead that reminded Blaine of some of the fantasies he's had about him. The very first thing he notices, however, was that the room was absolutely COVERED in feathers. Each boy held on to an almost empty pillow.
"Hey, Blaine, what's up?" Kurt asked nonchalantly, as though it was perfectly normal for him to be standing against the wall with feathers in his hair. He was still breathing heavily, and his breathless voice sent a shiver of excitement down Blaine's spine.
Blaine tried for composure and, barely grasping at it, said, "I heard a scream, so I was just coming to check in you to make sure…" He trailed off, hoping that his words didn't sound too… overprotective for a mentor.
He watched in confusion as Lucian threw a lusty wink in Kurt's direction and Kurt, turning slightly red, began to sock Lucian with what remained of his pillow.
Kurt's gaze alighted on Blaine or, more specifically, on the Warblers pin adorning his blazer.
"The Warblers!" he exclaimed excitedly, looking at Lucian, "Luce you can join the Warblers! All you need for an audition is another Warbler's recommendation!"
"What are you talking about, I can't–" Lucian exclaimed.
"Oh yes you can, I heard you sing earlier in the-" He stopped and suddenly acquired a mischievous smile that Blaine thought needed to be made illegal and his voice took on a slight lilting tone, "An oh-so-special-someone who you might want to see a bit more often will be there too."
Kurt was the one who threw the lusty wink this time.
"That would be awesome! I wonder if my grandfather will let me, I must go ask him." Lucian's voice stopped as he became lost, presumably in thoughts of how to get his grandfather to agree to him joining the Warblers.
Blaine for one was extremely perplexed. What the hell did Lucian's grandfather have to do with anything? Judging by the look of confusion fading from Kurt's face, he had no idea what the grandfather thing was about either. And who was the person Luce wanted to spend more time with?
At least I don't have to worry about them doing anything anymore, He could clearly see that their relationship was a close and platonic, if very sudden, friendship. Even clouded with jealousy, his mind could not ignore the fact that Lucian likes someone else and Kurt was not bothered at all by it.
Now that he thought about it, Kurt seemed to be into the jock type, judging by his previous crushes. Blaine didn't know if the Karofsky incident had changed that, but he assumed it hadn't. His momentary happiness at the fact that Kurt wasn't involved with Lucian subsided and was replaced by sadness. Though he was a good swimmer, Blaine was very far from Kurt's preferred 'jock' type.
An awkward silence ensued until Blaine worked up the courage to break it, "So… a pillow fight? What for?"
Kurt blushed furiously and Lucian began laughing madly, leaving Blaine even more confused than he had been before.