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This Chapter you see Blaine finally meets Kurt! Let me know what you think!
Blaine understood why some boys had started to speculate about the new bot. He was apparently allusive to all and after french class he had vanished into thin air or so it seemed.
At lunch the Warblers congregated at a large table discussing theories, back stories and some even put the idea of breaking into the Dean's file cabinate across to the council and Blaine huffed that they even considered it. Dalton was a school for young boys with Academic and Creative potential and some acted with such immaturity, well, they certainly were creative with their stories.
"Maybe he's a fairy! Only some people can see him when he wants them to!", attention turned to the boy at the end of the table, a fair headed boy called Jeff. "Seriously dude! Everyone knows Fairies are women!", they all laughed hysterically at Nick's comment and as the laughter errupted it weas quickly shushed by Wes 'Finally, some sort of logical thinking' Blaine thought as the asian cleared his throat before he leaned forwards and in a hushed tone said, "Maybe...He..is..you know, a she?"
Uproar was not the word. Blaine smacked his face with his palms as the boys gasped and argued before the slamming of Wes's gavel brought them back to attention, "Seriously man, do you take that with you everywhere?" again the silence was disturbed with laughter and Blaine even found himself chuckling along as David nudged him in mock. "Guys, think about it...we haven't seen much of that...person...not heard a voice and from what i have heard that...person's features are feminine", surprisingly he had their attention "Wes, that's absurd, this is a school for boys!", this was ridiculous and by the tone of Blaine's voice he had just about had enough of this.
"Well, maybe they don't check..", he gestured with his head and eyes to his crotch "...there. It could be possible." The others 'Oooh'd and Ahh'd about the idea before being interrupted by the bell signalling class.
'Lesson's couldn't have finished sooner', the short junior thought to himself as he strolled along the cobbled path to the dormitories he resided in. Peridot house was a ten minute walk away from the Academy with lush green scenery, it was by far the largest out of the four houses followed by Carnelian, Tourmaline and Beryl.
It was a large granite building with a vintage outerlook to the eye and when entered the it brought forth the commonroom in which the cieling was several feet high with wooden banisters. The common room wasn't too large but small enough to be cosy with plush couches and rich oak furnature. It had a several small tables for the boys to do homework, wall hangings, a television and a large fireplace for the winter months. The colour scheme consisted of a light green, brown, gold and cream scheme which brough a nice homey feel and light to the room.
On the left the Kitchen was. It was connected to the commonroom and followed the same scheme. Usually the kitchen alternated between being spotless and completly filthy depending on who had the kitchen duty on the rota.
From the kitchen to the common room were three doors, some leading to boy's room the others leading to empty rooms set to be used for studying and then several libraries depending on what work you would be researching for. Not that any of the boys used them.
The staircase spiralled on the right of the entrance in the commonroom before you had to walk across into the hall. The banister from the top created a view for the boys to see clearly who was residing in the kitchen and lounga area before walking into a hallway where some of the other boys dormed.
As well as being the largest housse on campus it was known that for the time it had been there it was host to the majority of the Warblers which in another respect made it one of the loudest and not just for the singing- that was a recurring excuse for the blaring music in thats house.
Blaine slumped on the nearest couch leaning back closing his eyes as he rested momentarily before being disturbed by the shouts and rowdy behaviour of his room mates followed by having to duck out of the way from Jeff who was being circled around a table from Wes.
"I SWEAR if i don't get my Alexandria back i will kick the living daylights out of you!", the boys paused from the statement with Jeff giving hima rather awkward look along with several other of them as Wes turned to look at the stunned and confused faces of each one of them before settling on Blaine who looked on the bridge of exhausted and wierded out, "MY GAVEL!" when that was cleared up there was a number of inaudible 'Oh's' before Wes resumed to chase Jeff around the furnature.
Before they knew it the time had crept up to 11 O'Clock and the boys had gathered inthe commonroom to play Call Of Duty on the XBox whilst shouting obsene language and slander at each other as they became engrossed in the game. The game was screeched to a halt as Aisling, a small boy with mouse brown hair came tumbling through the halls upstairs tripping over himself doen the staircase as he screamed and babbled loudly causeing Blaine and Thad to jump from sleep at the sound.
"I saw him! He is here! I, I.. He isn't...sh-she...he..he... a GHOST! he was so pale...so pale..and slender...", Aisling had to be guided over to the seats whilst the others listened to the hysterical boy babble on whilst the raging shooting in the background was a result of David not really giving a damn and muttering something about how the boy was crazy while taking the opputunity to take the boys out on the map.
Something about Room 14b was mentoned follwed by banging noises from the upstairs. They all became so engrossed in conversation they didn't realise Blaine make his way upstairs and travel to the end of the hall.
The banging got louder and more consistant as he approached. He took a breath before nudging the door open a crack, he mentally laughed. He was surely no ghost. The said boy, the same boy from his french class was crosslegged on the floor surrounded by several canvases, pots of paint and water. Blaine watched as the boy edged his body up and downwards in rythm from the canvas to the paints and back again and he painted sometimes even standing up before kneeling down again.
What was the most intriging was that this boy was painting with his fingers in fluid movements with the paint in colour schemes that melted into each other, the other thing was that he didn't seem to be painting anything in particular. Like he was playing, experimenting. What could he do to minipulate the coulour and the flow of the substance. He ribbed his face every now and again getting specs of purple, red, orange on him and spots of yellow in his coiffed hair. He was in simple bottoms and a tee- not too flashy but painting was considered a messy subject.
Blaine turned his attention to the cause of the banging. The rrom was fairly spacious but with so many instruments and equiptment out it was hard for the boy to manouvre, he was dancing along to his IPod that was blaring. His lips moving inaudibly to the words, just mouthing along without singing before another crash was heard larger than the others.
Blaine snapped out of observing as the boy had noticed him in shock. He had knocked over the easel which he had barely caught before setting it to be stable and clutching his chest in fright. He gulped as he met Blaine's gaze, his pale skin blushed pink. Before Blaine could speak he couldn't help but note the boy's eyes being a misty grey.
"Hey...sorry I just...I'm Blaine. I thought I should introduce myself..you have seemed to cause quite a stir in the school already!", he chuckled nervously as he held out his hand to him. The boy ripped his gaze from Blaine's eyes to his his hand shifting gaze between the two before gingerly shaking it, his eyebrows knotted and his mouth opened and closed slightly as if he were to say something and kept stopping himself. "Those are some great paintings, the colours are gorgeous..." Blaine was making small talk. It was awkward. The boy was awkward. He just kept gawking and blinking at him which uneased Blaine.
"What's your name?" Again. Nothing. This boy didn't utter a word and Blaine was started to break under his stare so he backed away a bit, "We usually have breakfast about 8, you're welcome to join us", with that he left the room.
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