“Blaine, hey. Hey, Blaine, wake up. Blaaaaaine.”

Blaine rolled over in his bed, trying to block out his roommate's voice and go back to sleep. He gave up about two seconds later though, when Jeff fell on top of him, knocking the air out of him. Gasping for air, Blaine struggled to turn around to face his roommate. “Jeff, what the fuck is wrong with you, I want to sleep!”

“But it's such a nice day, don't you want to come outside and play with me?”

Blaine twisted and turned until his hands were against Jeff's chest and pushed him off him. “No, Jeff, I want to sleep, and do you realize how wrong that sounds?”

Jeff shrugged up at him from his position on the floor where Blaine had pushed him. “But anyway, you should get up and start the day. It's almost 9 am already.”

“Almost 9 am – Jeff, it's not almost 9 am, it's just 9 am, and that's too fucking early. I can sleep for at least two more hours before I have to get up.”

“Damn, who'd have thought that Blaine ever-so-dapper Anderson would be such a grumpy face in the mornings?”

“You, my roommate, would,” Blaine grumbled, wondering idly how long he'd have to press his face into his pillow before he passed out.

“Well, it's not like you're gonna go back to sleep now, so why don't you just get up?” Rolling his eyes and quietly plotting a way to get revenge on his roommate, Blaine rolled out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Two minutes later he re-emerged, heading straight for his bed and burying himself under the covers. “No, no, no!” Jeff shouted, grabbing his hair. “Get up; you're not spending the entire day in here. You need to socialize –“

“I'm not spending the entire day in here. Just, like, a few more hours, until it's plausible that some normal human beings might be awake.”

Jeff rolled his eyes at him, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am normal. You're the weird, nerdy one.”

Blaine snorted. “Yeah, because there's nothing nerdy about staying up until 3 am playing COD.” Jeff didn't reply, instead locking himself in the bathroom to sulk.
Blaine had no idea what he was doing, but he figured it meant Jeff had at least given up on getting him out of bed. Or maybe it just meant that he was plotting to ambush him and drag him kicking and screaming and clutching his laptop into the common room. It wouldn't be the first time.

Shaking his head slowly to himself, Blaine reached down beside his bed and picked up his laptop. He quickly checked facebook while tumblr loaded, snorting at the new posts in the Warbler group. When tumblr had finished loading he was pleased to find two messages waiting for him in his inbox.

“I'm going out,” Jeff said, poking his head out of the bathroom door. Blaine nodded absentmindedly, too busy reading Kurt's message to really pay any attention to Jeff. “I'll be back for you in a few hours, because as a responsible roommate I will not let you spend all day inside this stuffy room.”

And with that Jeff crossed the room in a few long strides and disappeared out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Blaine barely noticed.

‘That's fine. Great, actually. Thanks. Your roommate sounds like trouble. I wish I had a roommate. I wish I went to boarding school, come to think of it. Maybe then all the bullying would stop. I'm sorry, I'm tired, I'm not thinking as I type. Night.'

Blaine bit his lip, unsure how he could answer the message from Kurt. Sure, he knew what Kurt was going through, but how much information was he really ready to give him about his personal life? Even though they'd never ever admit it in a million years, Blaine knew that when he'd told the Warblers the reasons he'd come to Dalton they hadn't seen him the same way.

But then again, Kurt had just opened up to him. And if Blaine was being perfectly honest, he knew that he trusted Kurt. He probably trusted him more than one should ever trust a random guy on the internet you've only talked to for about a week.

‘I'm sorry to hear that you're being bullied. I know how you feel, I really do. I was bullied through most of middle school and my sophomore year of high school, until… something… happened, that made me finally make the decision to switch schools. Please, Kurt, hang in there. Running from your problems doesn't solve anything. Trust me, I know, and I've had to live with that decision ever since.'

Blaine re-read the message a few times before finally sending it. After that he only hesitated for about two seconds before opening www.destiel-and-scarves.tumblr.com/ask and typing a quick ‘Courage' in Kurt's ask box and hitting send.

Praying silently to some higher power, Blaine really hoped he hadn't crossed some kind of line. While he knew that a lot of people didn't like it when others meddled in their business and tried to tell them how to control their own lives he also figured that a bit of advice never hurt anyone. And besides, Kurt had been the one to bring it up in the first place.

Trying – and mostly failing – not to think about it anymore, Blaine reopened his inbox to read the message from Sam.

‘gr8! i told my frind bout u and he seems xcited bout it 2! cant wait! 2 bad it's still liek a week away'

Blaine smiled to himself at the prospect of actually meeting not just one, but two other spn freaks in Ohio, and it really did take his mind of the whole Kurt thing.

‘Totally awesome! I can't wait to meet you guys! And can we just agree on having no hard feelings about whichever choir wins? I don't want something as petty as a glee club competition to ruin the fun of finally discussing spn with someone irl!'

Having answered the only messages in his inbox, Blaine returned to his regular tumbler-ing. He stayed online, reblogging stuff for at least another hour until Jeff returned, demanding that he put on some clothes and join him and the other Warblers in the common room.