But that just wasn't how things worked, now, was it?

You're a freak. An abomination. The words of his past echoed through his head. Blaine closed his eyes as tears threatened behind them. You're practically the spawn of the devil; how could you have betrayed me like this son? As a tear rolled down his tan cheek, a stray curl billowing in the wind caught it and swept it up and away.

He sat for what seemed like forever, eyes closed with the wind billowing around him. When Blaine's eyes finally opened, they were met with a beautiful pink-orange sunset. A smile parted his lips as he drank in the colour, the last rays of sunshine warming his face and clearing out his head. Sunset meant that it was time for dinner, and he was starving. So, he rose to his feet and made his way to the edge of the tower roof, gazing down at the ground far below. An odd sensation gnawed at his stomach, one he couldn't quite place; he decided to simply disregard it and blame his hunger. With a quick breath, he leaned out and took a step over the edge.

He always found himself returning to the roof of the old bell tower. The bell had been long removed, so he would just sit on the roof above the hollow bell chamber. It was the highest point one could reach atop the castle; the only other real "high" points of the school were a few other short, fat towers branching up to serve as dormitories for students and staff. Soon it would be time for everyone to head to their rooms and sleep for the night. There was a strict curfew at the academy: into your dorms by 10. Blaine checked his watch to see the time lingering around 10 PM, slightly disheartened by the fact that he would soon have to return to his lonesome quarters.

Blaine had always secretly wished for a roommate. Things got incredibly lonely for him most of the time. Most of the other boys seemed to try and avoid him whenever they possibly could (all except for Finn, who always had his back). It was as if they believed his homosexuality was a disease that spread through the air (though he knew they didn't, they were all just afraid he would hit on them). Because of this, he often just spent his time observing others. He would sit in rafters and ducts and on the roof, in a lot of places that many people would never even think of getting to. Finn always said his habits were a bit "creepy and stalkerish" but Blaine shrugged it off. Nobody else ever seemed to care.

A faint beep echoed into the quiet of the night as the time ticked to the hour mark. With a deep sigh, he hopped up and swung down from the high tower roof nimbly, his body dangling from the edge. He allowed himself to drop into the bell chamber of the tower, proceeding down the stairs and out onto the smooth stone roof of the building. The bell tower was located next to the Boy Dormitory Tower, so he made his way over to the window he knew lead into his room. He gripped the frame and stuck a foot in, only to stop dead at the sound of a knock on the door and an unfamiliar voice.

"Is anyone in here?"

Blaine quickly retreated back onto the roof and backed up to the tower wall next to the window. Nobody ever came to his room except Finn and Schue on occasion, so who could be there? It was then that he suddenly remembered.

"Oh Blaine, wait!" Mr. Schuester shouted after Blaine as he walked down the hall. He quickly spun around to face his flustered principal.

"Yes, Mr. Schue?"

The man adjusted his tie and patted down his hair a bit. "Um, yes, there was something important I wanted to inform you of. We have a new student arriving here next week." Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"Well," said Mr. Schuester, "you may know that the last unfilled dormitory spot is the one stemming from your lack of a roommate, so… he will be staying in your dorm."

Blaine blinked, surprised. He was getting a roommate? A smile broke out on his face and he clapped his hands together.

"Well, I'm excited Mr. Schue!" he gushed. "This is going to be so great, I've wanted a roommate for so long… thank you Mr. Schue." He reached out and gave his principal a quick hug, then turned around and practically skipped down the hall.

It was his new roommate. His new roommate was showing up and he was completely blowing him off. Without a second thought, he jumped through the window and landed on his bed, only to see that the boy had already let himself in. Blaine gave him a good look-over. He was dressed in dark blue blazer and black pants, and he was rather good looking. When he turned around, he jumped about a foot in the air with an audible squeak. Blaine's first instinct was to laugh like an idiot, but he couldn't dare laugh at this new boy. There were a few reasons: one, this boy was going to be staying with him so he didn't want to make a bad first impression and two he was damn sexy. Swallowing his laughter and anything else that may be lurking in his throat, he stood to greet the boy.

"So you must be the new kid. Schue told me you'd be rooming here. I'm Blaine Anderson." He offered his hand, which the other boy accepted less-than-enthusiastically.

"H-hello Blaine. I'm Kurt," the boy said. "You keep this room… quite tidy." Blaine smiled, trying not to giggle. His voice was high, but soft. It was almost comforting.

"Yeah, I can't stand living in a mess. I can't see how some of those other guys do it." Making his way over to the couch, Blaine sat and started fiddling with his bow-tie, trying not to seem creepy and/or overly forward.

"Yes, well I suppose that's good," Kurt muttered. "So which of these beds… isn't yours?" Blaine stood and walked over to the bed by the window, sitting on it again.

"Well this one is mine, so I suppose that one isn't," he speculated, gesturing to the other bed. Kurt made his way over to it warily and sat down. "It's late," he continued. "We should go to sleep. We can get better acquainted in the morning." Kurt nodded and grabbed his bag, running into the bathroom to change. Blaine hopped up and found his night clothes, changing quickly and sitting cross-legged on the bed once more. Kurt emerged from the bathroom and went to lie down in the other bed without as much as a look in his direction. Blaine rolled his eyes and snapped to turn off the lights, situating himself under the covers.

It took him a bit to fall asleep, as his mind swarmed with thoughts. He had a roommate, and a cute one at that—though he couldn't jump to any conclusions; there was no way of knowing if this boy was even remotely gay. He let the face run through his head again, with only one thought behind it as he drifted off to sleep.

My roommate is extremely adorable.