“Here we go." I say to myself and with one more deep breath, I take the handle and open the door to my new room.

Stepping into the room, I take in my surroundings. The room is large, with two beds on either side and a lounge area in the middle, equipped with a couch, a chair and a table. Light is streaming in from the large window on the back wall and I can hear noises coming from behind, a closed door, which I am assuming is the bathroom. 
Judging by the noise and the luggage already placed on the floor, my roommate is already here. I look at both beds, trying to pick which one to take but decide against it choosing - I'd like to get off to a good start with the person I'm going to be living with for the next two years, so taking a bed without asking could suggest I'm not willing to talk. 
Also, clearly, they have thought to wait until I got here by leaving their bags in the middle... 
God I'm over-thinking this way too much, my mind is working so fast, I just can't think straight. 

I put my bags next to my new 'room mates' and sit down. I need to clear my head and calm my nerves. Being nervous when meeting the new person I won't be able to escape  from for two years wouldn't be the best idea. Especially because me being nervous equals me embarrassing myself.
I take deep breaths and seem to calm slightly, though no appearance from my mysterious roommate has been made yet. I scan the room again before resting my head in my hands. 
This always seemed to calm me down ever since I was small. I don't know why, but it does. 

"Hi!"

A voice comes from directly behind, startling me. I can't remember ever jumping so high in my life! In fact, I am now on the floor, managing to fall off the couch in mid-air.
"God! Don't sneak up on people! Especially not in this school - you don't know what could have happened. I could have electrocuted you or something."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" 
He says, trying not to laugh. I would've sent him one of my signature bitch stares if I wasn't still stuck on the floor. 
I picked myself up from the ground to see who caused me such a dramatic fall and was not expecting what I found. This boy was short! Not as short as Rachel but still short! He had thick, curly brown hair, held down by what looked like a helmet of gel. He was wearing red jeans and black short sleeved shirt. Well... at least he has style, I think to myself. But the thing that stood out were his eyes. They were a mix of gold and hazel and looked like a pool of melted honey. Good lord, this guy was gorgeous. I then realized I must have been staring, so I clear my throat and reply,
"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

He looked me over and gave a very wide smile. Oh god, not another overly cheerful person, I mentally rolled my eyes. Then again, with that smile, I wouldn't mind if he was like this all the time.
"Well! Since I nearly scared my new roommate to death, I think we could at least be on name terms!" he said with a wink.
The wink totally threw me off! Was he flirting? What?! He can't be flirting! He's probably straight... just like every other guy you've crushed on. Oh god, what if he has a problem with me being gay? Okay Kurt, calm down, this is not the time. You can think about this later - let's just get through introductions first.
"Oh .. O-okay um, I'm K-Kurt Hummel." I stuttered.
Smooth Kurt, very smooth.
Sometimes I wish my brain didn't comment on everything I do. Shush brain!
"Well Kurt Hummel, I'm Blaine Anderson and it looks like we're roommates!" He says extending his hand and I shake it. I can't help but think he just pointed out the obvious out but to be honest, I don't really care; he's still cute.
"I was waiting for you to get here so we could decide which side of the room we want! I don't mind either way, so you just pick and I'll go the other." 
I look to both sides.
"Is there any difference between them? " I ask, and Blaine shakes his head.
"Not that I can see!"
I stand there, pondering for a moment before walking over to the left side to the closet to check it's size. I do the same with the right, then inspect them both two more time, before I say, "I'll take the left side, if that's okay with you."
"That's perfectly fine!“

We both pick up our luggage and go to our respective sides, starting to unpack.
After five minutes of silence, Blaine asks,

"What were you doing before? Walking back and forth between the closets? Is there something wrong with this side? Am I going to have to fight with you to swap? 'Cause you should know, I may be small but I can fight!" he says with playful tone. 
Is this more flirting?! My head will explode if this is how he talks all the time.
"I was checking the size of the closets, this one is slightly bigger and I have a lot of clothes"
"I figured you're into fashion, dressed like that" I freeze and stare at him before asking sharply,
"What's that supposed to mean?" and this time, I giving him THE glare.
"Oh! God, no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I wasn't suggesting you were gay or anything! I just meant that you're wearing designer clothes! And, I mean there's nothing wrong if you ARE gay because I am, so yeah, I'm just, uh, going to be quiet now."

He's so cute when he rambles... Hang on. Did he just say he's gay? He likes boys?! Kurt Hummel, this has got to be the first time you've been interested in someone who is also gay! Thank heavens, someone must like me up there because this never happens.

I turn back to unpacking my stuff once more, but with a smile on my face. I reply, "To answer your question, yes I do like fashion and yes these are designer clothes. It's fine, I can tell I'm a bit flamboyant with my style... and yes, I am gay"
I turn to look at Blaine who is still watching me with a panicked expression. He takes in my words and relief washes over his face as he realizes he hasn't offended me. A smirk then takes over the panicked look.
What is that about?! I've only just met him and I'm already sure this boy will be the death of me.

The next half hour goes over mostly in silence as we both concentrate on unpacking. Blaine, however, breaks the quiet, "Thank god for that! I hate unpacking almost as much as I hate packing!"
I hang my last jumper up and look over to the lounge area, where he has crashed face first onto the couch.
"Same here, but I don't think I'm quite as dramatic about it!" I joke.
He laughs and oh lord, it's the most amazing sound I've ever heard.
I zone out for a couple of seconds before seeing Blaine's talking to me and zone right back in,

"One thing you should learn about me, is that I'm over dramatic about everything! It makes life much more fun!"
I walk to the chair opposite him and sit down. I stay still for a moment, relaxing myself from the stress of unpacking before I look down to my watch and groan. Blaine's head lifts, "What's wrong?"
"All I want to do is sit here and relax but it's 7:15. We've got to leave... that meet and greet thing."
Blaine imitates my groan and whines, "I don't want to go! Leave me here! Tell them I passed out or something!"
"...You weren't joking about the over dramatic thing, were you?"

"Nope!"

We both know we have to move. We head out the door going towards the common room, and get there to hear voices. Most of the people in this dorm must already be in there. The first two people you've met have been fine, let's just... hope the rest will be too. And that is my last thought before I follow Blaine through the door.