Chapter 2:

Once he stepped into the room, his eyes darted around searching for his roommate without really focusing on his surroundings. As he realized that the room was empty, he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

He blinked a few times and finally focused on the room. It was a good size, with two twin beds on either side of the room. There was a wide window on the wall facing the door, with a desk placed right under. Another desk was at the foot of the bed on the right. Next to that desk was a door. Kurt guessed that was the door to the bathroom. Two dressers were placed on the left side of the room near a relatively small closet that he guessed he would have to share with his roommate. Kurt groaned inwardly at the thought. What if his clothes were filthy and un-washed? What if my clothes start to smell like his? Kurt gagged inwardly.

The bed on the right was un-made and the desk at its foot was filled with what he guessed were his roommate's belongings.

Kurt was actually grateful his roomie hadn't chosen the desk under the window, since he personally preferred being able to look outside onto the surprisingly beautiful garden while he studied. It would help me keep my sanity intact.

Just as he was about to unzip his suitcase that was already brought up to the room by the guards so he could unpack, he heard the jingle of keys and the turn of the doorknob.

This is it, Kurt. Kurt braced himself to have insults and perhaps punches thrown in his direction by a big meatball with terrible body odor.

Once his roommate stepped in, he sucked in a sharp breath.

He was definitely not expecting him to look or smell this amazing. He had lightly tanned skin and a mop of unruly black curls on his head. His features were handsome and he had a light stubble on his jaw. Calling him simply beautiful would be an understatement.

As soon as he looked up, Kurt was pretty sure he was going to melt. He had beautiful, expressive hazel eyes. Kurt was sure if he stared back too long, the stranger's eyes would pierce a hole through him.

The curly haired boy raised a triangle eyebrow as he raked his eyes up and down Kurt's body.

Kurt cleared his throat, trying to hide the light blush on his cheeks, and stepped forward with an extended hand.

"Kurt Hummel," Kurt began.

The boy simply raised an eyebrow and walked past him, leaving Kurt standing dejectly with his arm still extended.

Kurt frowned and dropped his hand.

"Kurt, huh? I'm Blaine," Blaine said with a smirk, flopping down on his bed and pulling out what seemed to be a sketchbook.

Kurt took a seat on his bed and observed the boy, still feeling a little insulted at how Blaine had walked past him without returning his handshake.

"So, pretty boy, mind telling me what you're here for?" Blaine asked.

"Wait, wait. I bet I know the answer already," He continued before Kurt could even form a response.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, challenging him to get the answer right.

"I bet it was for shoplifting, wasn't it? Stealing some strappy heels from some designer store, I bet." Blaine said in a mocking tone.

Just as Kurt was about to respond, Blaine cut him off once again. "Oh, oh! I have an even better theory. You probably threw one of the skirts or heels you stole for yourself at a police officer while he was trying to chase you, didn't you?"

Kurt was getting quite irritated by this guy. He may have prepared himself to be insulted, but the mocking, cocky tone of this guy was really thinning his patience.

I bet telling him what I'm here for would wipe that annoying little smirk off his face in a instant.

"You don't know me, nor do you know what I did. So don't pretend like you do." Kurt snapped, a little angrier and louder than he intended.

Blaine looked surprised for a fraction of a second at Kurt's outburst, but quickly composed himself and pulled one side of his lips up into a hint of a smile. He put his sketchbook down and backed up onto the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it before continuing, "A little feisty, aren't we? Well then, pretty boy, what are you here for?" He asked, blowing out the smoke through his nose.

"What I'm here for is none of your business, and stop calling me pretty boy." Kurt snapped, bending down to unzip his suitcase.

Blaine, of course, stared openly at Kurt's ass without his knowledge. This is going to be fun.

Kurt continued to pack for the next half an hour, humming under his breath, while Blaine drew on his sketchbook.

Ha, as if this he's talented enough to be called an artist. As far as I know, I bet he's here for drug use.

Every few minutes, Kurt would chance a glance in Blaine's direction and find him staring openly at his ass. He would huff annoyingly and self consiously, and would only receive that same cocky smile in return.

As soon as Kurt finished packing, he heard a knock on the door.

"Blaine! Open up!"

Blaine got up to open the door only to reveal five teenage boys were beginning to file into the room. What the fuck is this? First, I find out that my roommate is one of the hottest guys I've ever seen, with the cockiest attitude. Then, he lets five of his friends come into our room?

"Hey, Blaine. Did you see the new kid? I think he's supposed to be your room-Oh, hey!" Said an Asian boy once he noticed Kurt, who was sitting on his bed, texting Carole to tell her that he was settled in.

The blonde boy in the group stepped forward and scanned Kurt with a critical eye. "So this is the new kid?" He asked in what seemed to be an interested tone.

The darker skinned boy turned to look at Blaine, who was leaning against the door frame smoking another cigarette he had pulled out. "Well, Blaine, looks like you have a new boy toy. And this one's even pretty."

Blaine smiled cockily in his direction.

The boys chuckled and looked back at Kurt, who was trying his best to ignore their existence altogether.

Kurt was getting really irritated with everything going on around him right now. What with his roommate being a little shit, and his friends being stupidly annoying, he was pretty sure he would burst if one of them made another ignorant comment.

"I bet you he's a bottom," The boy with the dark brown hair said, looking Kurt up and down.

That was it for Kurt. He got up abruptly and willed himself not to get too angry. Getting too angry was the reason he did what he did to end up here.

"Listen, you meatheads. I'm really not in the mood for your stupid comments. It's enough that I have to deal with Blaine, who by the way is going to end up dying and rotting if he keeps smoking those things. And I definitely don't want to deal with his rotten corpse, thank you very much." He said sternly, shooting daggers in their direction, especially at Blaine, who just kept smiling.

He continued, taking a step forward and shooing them away angrily. "Now, if you don't mind, I've had a really long day and I would like to take a little nap until dinner. And your annoying presence seems to be preventing me from doing so."

He pushed them all out the door and shut the door before any of them could say another word.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, not noticing that Blaine was still in the room, and turned around.

He let out a loud yelp and jumped back, clutching at his heart.

"Fuck, I thought I kicked you out with the rest of your friends."

"Incase you haven't noticed, Kurt, but this is my room, too." Said Blaine, going back to the sketchbook on his bed.

Kurt stared at him wide eyed until his heart calmed down from its scare. He shook his head and walked to his bed and climbed under the blankets, not bothering to change into his pajamas.

Blaine chuckled at his dazed state while putting in his earphones, and went back to his initial business.

Kurt rolled around under the blanket so that his back was to Blaine. He stared at the wall and willed himself not to cry. He's only been here for a little less than two hours, and he already feels like he doesn't belong.

Yeah, I definitely hate this place.