Kurt stepped into a wide room with high ceilings and marble flooring. He was almost scared to step onto to it for fear of possibly making it dirty. The room was beautiful. Chandeliers hung from the high dome-like ceiling and a colorful sun mural was in the middle of the floor. Kurt stared at it for awhile. He jumped when the school bell went off and students filed into the room from every which way. Classes must be over for the day, he thought as he checked his watch. Students appraised him as they hurried out the doors behind him, most likely heading to their dorms and cars. Kurt moved out of their way, quickly sliding to the side of the room.

A smile crept on his lips as he saw a familiar face. "Blaine!" The dark haired boy spun around looking for the source of the call. His eyes connected with Kurt's and he smiled faintly at the taller boy. Kurt smile turned into an all out grin. Blaine had that effect on him, unfortunately.

"Kurt! You're here!" Blaine excitedly exclaimed. "Have you decided if you are boarding here?"

"Well my SUV is absolutely filled with my luggage. What do you think?"

"No way! I'm so excited you decided to board! What house did you get?" Blaine's eyes sparkled with interest. Kurt just smiled down at the smaller boy. Truth is, he had no idea where he was staying. It took Kurt many restless nights to decide to board here in the first place. He finally figured out all of the money he would save on gas. His dad and Carole already spent their honeymoon money letting him enroll here. He didn't need to borrow any more money from them. So he asked himself why the hell not?

"Kurt, what house?" Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt's face who just shook his head and shrugged, looking down sheepishly. "Wait, you're telling me you don't know yet? Come with me."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and started leading him down one of the halls. Butterflies fluttered around in Kurt's stomach at the touch. Why does he do that to me? Kurt asked himself this question daily. Ever since he had met the dark haired boy Kurt's world turned upside-down. Blaine was always on his mind and just seeing the boy made Kurt's stomach flutter. Of course Kurt would never admit this to anyone else, but Blaine made him nervous. The only other time Kurt was ever nervous was when his life was being threatened at McKinley. Kurt didn't get nervous, he was a strong confident individual. Kurt loathed the way Blaine made him feel. He was completely and utterly in love with him.

The boys approached a door that said Boarding Office on a gold plate. Kurt looked down to see their hands still intertwined. He quickly pulled his own hand away when Blaine knocked on the dark wooden door and opened it. The man that was sitting at a huge ebony desk looked up as they entered the room. He had curly blonde hair and dark blue eyes that connected with Kurt's for a moment then looked towards Blaine. He nodded, "Blaine."

"Hey, Duncan. This is-"

"Kurt Hummel." Duncan finished for him. Blaine nodded. Duncan stood and extended his hand towards Kurt. "I'm Duncan Kraft, Head of Boarding."

Kurt shook it firmly before replying. "Hello. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. Now, Kurt, I am taking that you have decided to board here." Duncan looked down at Kurt. He was really tall, at least six foot, Kurt thought.

"Yes sir, I have. Blaine here was just asking me what house I was in when I realized I had no idea." Kurt smiled up at Duncan and then at Blaine.

"Alright well let me just check to see where we have openings." Duncan sat down at his computer and made a few clicks here and there. "Any preference?"

"coughSouthcough"

"Blaine, that was the worst fake cough I have ever heard." Duncan narrowed his eyes at Blaine who just grinned. "Kurt?"

"Um, South is fine for me. At least I will know someone there."

"Very well then, South it is. I hope you don't mind having a roommate." Duncan raised an eyebrow at Kurt in askance.

"No, not at all. It's fine." Kurt has heard many times Blaine talking about rooming alone, maybe Kurt would get lucky. Then again, Kurt didn't know if he would be able to handle rooming with Blaine. Never hurts to try though, Kurt thought and smiled to himself.

"You will be rooming with Travis Ford." Kurt's face fell, so much for rooming with Blaine, but he just nodded as Blaine's mouth fell open. Kurt turned to look at the boys odd reaction before he recovered and shut his mouth. "Here is your room key and the rulebook of the house. Talk to Robert if you have any questions. He is Head of South. He's always wandering around." Duncan handed Kurt the mentioned materials. Kurt thanked him and headed out, Blaine in tow.

As the two boys walked back to the large room Kurt first entered Blaine blurted out, "I can't believe you get to room with him!" Blaine threw his hands up and sighed deeply. "It's not fair."

"Is there something I should know?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious at Blaine's reaction.

"Just that I have the biggest crush ever on him!" Blaine instantly covered his mouth with his hands, wide-eyed. "That was not supposed to come out, as incredibly true as it may be."

Kurt already hated the guy. Blaine was supposed to like him, not this Travis guy. Figures though. Who was he kidding? Blaine was never going to like him. Kurt was just this wounded child to him most likely. "Just my luck." Kurt muttered to himself. He would have to room with the guy Blaine likes. The universe was always out to get him.

"What was that?"

"Oh. Uh. Nothing." Kurt's cheeks flushed red. That wasn't meant to be heard. "Does he like you back?"

"I wish." Blaine sighed in frustration, "No, we're just friends. His room is right next to mine. Well I guess it is yours now too. You are lucky. He is gorgeous."

Great, Kurt thought as he rolled his eyes and headed out the large wooden door he entered not that long ago. Blaine followed him down the steps. Kurt's SUV was waiting for them. Blaine looked inside. "Hey you weren't kidding when you said it was full. Did you bring your whole house?" Blaine laughed looking at Kurt and then back to the SUV that was absolutely filled to the rim with suitcases.

"No, of course not. That's not even half of my closet." Kurt looked at Blaine who was rolling his eyes and mouthing the word diva. "I am not a diva, Blaine Anderson!" Kurt lightly smacked his arm and laughed. "Get in the car, and show me where I am going to live."

When Kurt entered the South house, he was in heaven. Outside the place looked like ordinary dorms. But once inside it was like being in a castle. The living room was the first place you walked into. High ceilings were once again present with the beautiful chandeliers matching the ones in the school. Long black couches wrapped around a large television set that had a killer looking stereo system and many game consoles connected to it. The flooring here was wooden and polished and matched the curved staircase that led to the next floor. Kurt gasped at the beauty of the place and Blaine chuckled behind him.

"It's gorgeous." Kurt's blue eyes continued to sweep around the room.

"Sure is. Now you are in room 405 and it's down that hall." Blaine pointed towards the right hallway. Kurt nodded as Blaine turned to go the opposite way.

"Where are you going? I thought your room was next to mine."

"It is. But I'm going to need Wes and David to help me carry in all your crap." Blaine laughed at Kurt's shocked face.

"My stuff is not crap! It's all very important!" Kurt was furious, no one insults his stuff.

"It's important to have about a hundred scarves?" Blaine asked bluntly.

"Mr. Anderson, has someone been snooping through my things?" Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine who blushed heavily.

"Of course not." He spun on his heel and wandered down the hall to the left.

"You can never have enough scarves, Blaine!" Kurt yelled after him before grinning and going towards his room. Blaine was adorable when he blushed. He shook his head as soon as the thought entered it. He couldn't think these things. Blaine liked someone else, not Kurt. Kurt reached the door marked 405 and swiped his card. The light above the handle turned green and Kurt pushed the door open.

Instantly his ears were invaded with Lady Gaga music. Well at least he has great taste, Kurt thought as he entered his new living quarters. His eyes swept over the room suddenly realizing these weren't just normal dorms. They were suites! On the right side of the room was a large opening that a huge bed sat in with a beautiful mahogany desk and white walls, this was all untouched. It was undecorated and rather bland. But Kurt would fix that in no time! To the left was the other room. It is where a tall boy in jeans and a black t-shirt stood, back turned and energetically dancing to Bad Romance. His room looked like a rainbow threw up on it. His walls were lime green and hot pink. His part of the ceiling was black covered with neon colors, most likely splatter painted. The large bed was covered with purple, lime green, and hot pink blankets and the carpet was bright orange. Kurt didn't know how, but the place didn't look all that terrible. It was extremely bright and Kurt loved how happy it looked.

Suddenly, the boy jumped and spun around his eyes falling on Kurt. Instantly, he stopped dancing and ran to his stereo, turning off the music. When he turned back to Kurt, his cheeks were red with embarrassment but he smiled slightly, amused with himself. The boy started to approach Kurt and he realized Blaine was right. He was gorgeous. Damn. He had wavy dark brown hair that hung past his ears, fairly tan skin and high cheekbones to die for. The most beautiful thing about him was his eyes. They were the brightest blue Kurt has ever seen. They were absolutely captivating compared to his dark hair. Kurt suddenly felt very insecure about himself and cursed his pale skin and awkward features.

"Hi. I'm sorry about that. You must be my new roommate that Robert just told me about. I'm Travis," he held his hand out and Kurt noticed that Travis' thumb nail was painted black. None of his other finger nails were painted at all.

"Hi. It's perfectly okay. I'm Kurt," Kurt shook his hand politely but still sent hateful vibes towards him in his head. Yeah, it made Kurt kind of a bitch. But Kurt would refuse to get along with the guy that Blaine liked.

"Well, nice to meet you. Your room is over there," Travis explained pointing to the bland room.

"Yeah, figured as much," Kurt snapped. Travis seemed unaffected by his bitchiness and continued talking.

"I have a card here for you that has some money on it that you are allowed to use to decorate your room and buy any other necessary materials," Travis reached into his back pocket and handed Kurt a shiny new credit card.

"Wait a second. Dalton just gives you money to decorate your room?" Kurt stood in shock at the news. The things he could do with this. Plans were already constructing themselves in his head.

"Yeah, it's pretty sick. Of course I went a little overboard with the paint in mine," Travis nodded his head in the direction of the colorful area.

"I can see that." Travis grinned at Kurt. He had a really nice smile. Damn. Why is this guy so perfect? It wasn't fair.

A knock was heard on the door behind him and Kurt turned and opened it. Wes, David and Blaine rushed in and dropped all of Kurt's bags on the floor. They were all breathing heavily and complaining about the weight of everything.

"Good God Hummel, do you need anymore stuff?" Wes complained to Kurt.

"Wow," Travis said as he looked over all of Kurt's bags. "You sure do come prepared."

"You do realize we wear uniforms at this school and don't need this much clothing?" David asked Kurt finally getting his breath back.

"As I've said before, every moment of your life is an opportunity for fashion. I won't be in school all the time." Blaine just laughed at this and Kurt grinned at him. He loved making Blaine laugh, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. Except his own singing voice, of course.

"Well he has a point," Travis pointed out from behind Kurt. Does he need to voice his opinion all the time? Even if he was agreeing with him, Kurt didn't want to hear it.

"Fine, whatever," Wes stated before throwing his hands up and walking out of the room. David followed after him after giving Kurt a quick smile.

"Oh by the way, their room number is 304 its in the opposite hall of ours. If you need anything they will be happy to help. Don't mind Wes, he's not having a great day," Blaine explained with an apologetic smile. "My room, as I said before, is right next door so feel free to come by pretty much whenever. Everyone usually crashes there anyways since I don't room with anyone and I have a great sound system."

"Yeah, it's true. I crash there a lot with Wes and David," Travis agreed and Blaine looked up at him and smiled. Kurt narrowed his eyes at this before grabbing a few of his bags off the floor and hauling them to his side of the room.

"Well make yourself at home," Blaine said. He then turned around and left, leaving the two new roommates alone. Great.

Kurt continued to carry his bags over to his side of the dorm. Travis watched him for a bit before going back to his radio and turning it back on, Katy Perry now invading the room. "I hope you don't mind the music," Travis yelled to Kurt from across the room before turning the music down a tad. "Or my singing," he added sheepishly.

"You sing?" Kurt asked curiously as Travis made his way over to Kurt's side of the room. "Are you a Warbler?"

Travis grinned at him, "Yeah. Are you thinking of trying out?" Kurt only nodded in response. "I'm sure you will do great." Travis gently patted Kurt's shoulder and smiled sincerely. Kurt smiled back at him. Why did he have to be so nice? It made it really hard to hate his guts. "So, Doll, do you want me to help you unpack?"

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Doll?" Travis raised an eyebrow at the other boy.

"Yeah, why?" Kurt asked in a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. He had just met the guy and he already had a pet name?

"You look like a porcelain doll," Travis deadpanned like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Kurt blushed and opened his mouth to say something before Travis cut him off. "I give nick names to everyone and everything. I'm sorry."

Kurt stared at him for a moment before replying, "It's okay. I've had worse nick names. Believe me."

Travis gave him an understanding nod, "I'm sorry." Kurt didn't even have to explain, Travis knew. "Well in Dalton you will have no more of those for sure. Only the odd ones I happen to spit out."

"I think I can live with that. Now what was that with you wanting to help me unpack?" Kurt decided right then that he wasn't going to hate Travis just because Blaine liked him. He was genuinely nice and Kurt needed some friends around here. Kurt hoped and wished that one day Blaine would come around and like Kurt. Like that was ever going to happen.