Chapter Three

Blaine had overestimated his self-control. Two times he had been very close to ripping open Kurt’s neck. But he didn’t. Before the movie was over, he left. He told everyone that he had a headache and wanted to sleep.

When he opened the door, Kurt suddenly said,

“Wait! Blaine, you need a key. I locked my door.” He pulled the key out of his pocket but Blaine shook his head.

“No, I don’t think I will be able to move all my stuff over to your room tonight. Maybe tomorrow.”

Kurt seemed disappointed but then his face lit up.

“What if I help you? Together we can get your stuff and then you will spend tonight in my room. I mean, I would understand, if you don’t want to do that right now. I know, you could probably sleep one night in your old—“

“Stop rambling and go with him!” Wes interrupted him. “There are still people here who want to watch the movie.” But Kurt didn’t move.

“Come on!” Blaine reached for Kurt’s arm and pulled him outside the room. He held his breath when Kurt’s scent hit him again. He would have to go out hunting tonight. But what if Kurt would notice his absence?

They stopped in front of Blaine’s and Nick’s room. For Kurt it felt like they had been walking side by side for hours. He couldn’t take his eyes of the curly-haired boy.

How can someone be so beautiful? He thought. But what am I even thinking? I made a fool out of myself in the common room. Wes noticed and probably all off the other boys did, too. But he’s everything I was hoping for. He’s gay and just wonderful and..

Blaine cleared his throat and Kurt jumped. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said, why don’t you come in?” He smiled and Kurt blushed. He hurried through the door that Blaine was holding open for him. From the corner of his eye he could see that Blaine. Am I mistaken or is he trying not to breathe in?

Maybe I smell bad or my breath smells weird. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.  He sniffed his clothes but they just smelled like they always did. They didn’t smell bad at all; neither did his breath. Whatever, he thought and sat down on Blaine’s bed while Blaine was searching his stuff. 

It took him only a few minutes to pack everything in his bags. He handed the smaller one to Kurt and said,

“Okay, let’s go. I can’t wait to get out of here.”

Suddenly the door opened and Nick came in. He saw Blaine with the bag and frowned. Then his eyes narrowed.

“Are you leaving?” He looked over to Kurt. “And who are you?”

Kurt was about to answer but before he could say anything Blaine said,

“Yes, Nick, I’m leaving. I’m moving in with Kurt.” He pointed to Kurt.

“Okay.” Nick shrugged. “But I want you to know that I’m sorry. I really am. And I will leave you alone from now on.” Blaine nodded and Kurt wondered what had happened earlier.

“Well, come on, Kurt.” Blaine opened the door for Kurt and looked back to Nick.

“I’m sorry, Nick. I just hope, we can fix things between us. I want to be your friend. Please think about it.” Nick looked away. “I’m sorry, Nick.”

Blaine closed the door behind him and followed Kurt down the hallway.

Kurt struggled with the heavy bag and Blaine quickly grabbed it. “Give me that. You don’t have to carry it.”

“No, no, give it back. I can’t let you carry both bags. That’s too heavy.” He reached for the bag but Blaine didn’t let go of it. Kurt hesitated.

“How can you carry these anyway? They’re really heavy and I don’t want to be offensive but you don’t look like you are that strong.” Blaine smiled.

No, I don’t look very strong but I could probably lift a car. Would he still let me move to his room if he knew that I am a monster?

They stopped in front of room 217. Kurt reached in his pocket and pulled out the key.  When he opened the door Blaine held his breath again. Although Kurt had only been in this room for a few hours, the air smelled like him. The sweet scent was almost too much to take for Blaine. How was he going to handle living in this room with Kurt around all the time?

“Which bed is yours?” Blaine asked.

Kurt pointed to the right one. “But I can move all my stuff over if you want the right side of the room.”

“No, no. I’m totally fine with the left side.” He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“I don’t think I’m going to unpack my stuff now. I can still do that tomorrow.” Kurt nodded.

“Do you want to sleep right now or would you mind talking for a few minutes?”

Blaine smiled. “What do you want to talk about?” He sat down on his bed and looked over to Kurt.

“Well, I want to know a few things about my new roommate. First question: How old are you?”

Blaine took a deep breath and said: “Seventeen.” Well, actually I’m 245 years old… “You?”

“Same.” Kurt answered. “Next question: Where do you live?”

“I live here.” Kurt frowned at his answer. “Well, my parents are dead and I don’t have anyone I could live with so I moved from one boarding school to another. I’ve been to three different schools so far. And I’m going to stay here until I graduate.”

“I’m sorry for asking that.” Kurt said quietly.

“That’s okay. You didn’t know and I can’t even remember my parents so that’s fine.” Blaine shrugged.

“Okay, then let’s change the subject. Do you have a hobby?”

“Yes, you could probably say that music is my hobby. I play the piano and the guitar and I like to sing and compose songs.” Kurt’s face lit up.

“I love to sing, too. I was in a Glee club at my old school.”

“Then you should join the Warblers.”

“Who?”

“The Warblers. That’s the Glee club at Dalton Academy. Has no one told you about it yet?”

“No. The only people I talked to are Mr. Shuester, Wes and Jeff. And you, of course.”

“Well, Wesley and Jeff should’ve told you. They’re both members of the Warblers. So am I. But I joined them like two weeks ago, so I’m still a freshman.” Blaine laughed.

Kurt really loved the idea of joining the Glee club. But he felt like he should be loyal to the New Directions and that he shouldn’t compete against them.

Okay, I’ll think about that later. Blaine probably needs to sleep.

He looked over to the curly-haired boy. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw him yawning.

“You should get some rest. I’m going to bed now, too.” Blaine nodded, took off his shirt and covered himself with the blanket.

“Sweet dreams, Kurt.”

“Good night, Blaine.”