Saturday morning Kurt awoke to someone blaring heavy rock music. Kurt knew the band, he did live with Finn after all. Truth be told, it wasn't a bad song either. It was just eight in the morning and Kurt was annoyed. He sat up in his rather large bed and scanned the other side of the room, Travis was up reading. He sat cross legged on his bed with a grey beanie cap on, black sweatpants and shirtless. Kurt would have to get used to having someone like that walking around shirtless every day. He convinced himself that it wouldn't take too long getting used to, he definitely wasn't going to protest. He was rooming with one of the hotter guys here, he should take advantage of staring once in awhile. It wasn't like Kurt was attracted to Travis anyways. He was just nice to look at. The boy that had Kurt's heart liked Travis. Kurt was in a bad situation.

"Got an eye-full yet, Doll?" Travis asked breaking Kurt out of his trance and making him realize he had been staring at Travis' bare chest for the last minute or so.

Kurt blushed deeply, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.. I zoned. Sorry."

"It's fine. I don't even care," Travis replied with a small smile and averted his gorgeous blue eyes back down to his reading. "You still want to go shopping later?" Kurt and Travis had stayed up late last night talking and unpacking all of Kurt's things. They decided they should go shopping for decorations for Kurt's room since he couldn't stand living in such a boring place.

"Duh," Kurt nodded quickly before asking irritated, "Who the hell is playing Nine Inch Nails this early in the morning?"

"I can't believe you what this is," Travis stared at him with his mouth hanging open. "I thought you were all pop and broadway numbers, like me, not heavy metal rock and grunge." They also talked a lot about music. They had a lot in common. Kurt was glad didn't decide to hate Travis, they were already becoming great friends.

"Yeah, well this is basically all my stepbrother plays," Kurt said simply with a shrug before swinging his legs off the bed and heading towards the door to yell at the bastard who was blaring the music.

"Oh. I see. You have any other siblings?" Travis asked curiously. That was something they didn't get the chance to talk about, their families.

"Nope. Just Finn. See my mother died when I was younger, so just last year I hooked my dad up with Carole, Finn's mom," Kurt said nonchalant, he has said it so many times before.

"I'm sorry to hear that about your mom. But it's really sweet of you to help out your dad like that," Travis smiled again at Kurt before closing his book and heading over to the door as well.

"You wouldn't think that if you knew my reasoning at the time." Travis raised an eyebrow at this. "I will tell you about it later, after I go yell at this brute!"

Travis placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder stopping him as he reached for the door handle. "Better check yourself before you wreck yourself, Doll. Kinda got the crazy bed head thing going on."

Kurt gasped in horror before rushing to the bathroom to fix his hair. The bathroom was his favorite part of the dorms. There were double white marble sinks on a beautiful dark green granite counter top. Kurt swore the shower could fit ten people and the gorgeous porcelain tub with gold hardware could fit about five. Kurt fell in love the minute he entered it.

After finishing fixing his hair he finally wandered out into the hallway. The music was coming from the room across from his. He marched up to the door and lifted his hand to pound heavily on it when the door opened and a boy who was a little taller than Kurt stood there looking at him with an odd expression. The boy had blonde hair that was styled into a fauxhawk and piercing green eyes. He wore grey sweatpants and a blue shirt with a deep v-neck. He raised one of his eyebrows at Kurt as if to ask what the hell he wanted.

"Okay. You listen here. It is eight in the freaking morning. Is it absolutely necessary to blare Nine Inch Nails at this ungodly hour? I need my beauty sleep," Kurt threw his hands up in exasperation as he yelled at the guy.

"You know Nine Inch Nails? You don't look the type. I'm sorry. You must be new. I'm Alessandro," his voice was low and almost growled as he said his name. Well, damn. Is everyone at this school super attractive? Kurt felt more and more insecure every day. "You can just call me Sandro though."

"Uh, I'm Kurt." They briefly shook hands before Kurt continued on with his scolding. "The music? Can you please turn it the hell down next time?"

"I don't know. I'm usually very loud," Sandro wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt suggestively. Wait, what?

"Don't mind him, he's a huge pervert," Wes called out as he hurried by with David towards the kitchen.

"It's true. I am," Sandro said simply. "I guess I can keep the music down next time though."

Kurt just nodded and turned around heading back towards his room. People here were odd, he had already decided that. He walked back into his own room and saw Travis walking out of the bathroom freshly showered. "How do you put up with that music every morning? I would go crazy. I need to sleep," Kurt yawned just then, proving his point.

"You should get used to being rudely awakened here in South," Travis warned Kurt, rubbing his wet hair with a small towel.

"Why?" Kurt asked, just a little scared about what he might hear. Blaine had mentioned when Kurt was still at McKinley that he shared a house with some pretty crazy but fun people. He had never really elaborated.

"Well, we have a little game we play here," Travis started sitting down on his bed, Kurt walked over to him and sat beside him. "We basically like to see how many unique and stupid or crazy ways we can wake up everyone else."

Kurt's mouth fell open, horrified. "Like what?"

"Well there was one instance that Sandro filled the vents up with stink bombs. That was a horrible experience. Once, Wes & David used paintball guns. We all had to buy new blankets after that."

"Even you? I thought you would enjoy the extra color in here," Kurt replied looking around Travis' room. "I mean look how plain your room is," Kurt chuckled slightly at his own joke and Travis lightly punched his arm before laughing too.

"Blaine hired the marching band once. I've hated trumpets ever since." Kurt laughed again at this one, brightening up just at the mention of Blaine's name. He always had tried to hide his feelings, but this thing with Blaine, it just wanted to burst out of him. Kurt hated it.

"Alex and I always had a great time trying to come up with new ways on how to wake up the others. We usually did it when we would all crash at Blaines'. One time, we were able to tie all their feet together and Alex had an air horn. So when they all jumped up in surprise, they got tangled and just toppled over each other. We had to hear them whine about their bruises and crap for weeks," Travis smiled, looking completely absorbed in the memory.

Kurt didn't want to ruin the moment but had to ask, "Who is Alex?"

Travis' eyes flashed with sadness for a moment before returning back to their original sparkle. Kurt had guessed he built up a pretty good wall within him, much like Kurt did. "He was my old roomie," Travis said quietly. He took a deep breath and was about ready to speak again when Kurt stopped him.

"You don't have to tell me," Kurt placed a comforting hand on Travis' shoulder. "You've only known me for a day. I don't think I deserve to know anything remotely personal yet." Travis looked at Kurt for a moment and smiled.

"Thanks, but I already consider you a friend. So you get to put up with all my emotional crap," Travis looked back down and started talking again before giving Kurt the chance to reply. "Alex was also my best friend. We became close almost instantly, much like you and I," a small smile appeared for a moment. "We confided in each other about our sexuality. Alex was gay, like myself. So we really related to one another." It was the first time Kurt heard Travis say it. Kurt knew though, almost from the moment he saw him. Kurt had excellent gaydar.

"Anyway," Travis continued. "We were so close that others swore we were the same person. Well one night, Alex told me he had feelings for me. Feelings I did not reciprocate as I had feelings for someone else, still do actually." Kurt's face was drained of color. Did he mean Blaine? Did Travis like Blaine? A million thoughts went through his head. What if they got together? Could Kurt room with the boyfriend of the guy he was in love with? Probably not. Travis was a great friend and all. But Kurt wouldn't be able to handle that. He would be a wreck. It wasn't until a hand starting shaking him a bit that Kurt came back to earth. "Doll, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Kurt nodded quickly, "Yeah, I'm fine. Please continue. I'm sorry."

"Um, it's okay," Travis eyed Kurt suspiciously before going on. "As I was saying, Alex kissed me one day. When I told him I couldn't do it because I liked someone else, he flipped. He went crazy, yelling and throwing things, mostly my things. He told me how I should know how he feels and that I was a teasing little bitch for leading him on," Travis' eyes welled up with tears at the memory. Kurt could tell it hurt, a lot. So he wrapped and arm around Travis and brought him closer. The boy continued talking, "He transferred to a different school out of state and I never saw him again."

Kurt was silent for a moment taking it all in. He could tell that this Alex kid meant a lot to him. Even with everything that happened between the two, it would suck not seeing your best friend ever again. What if Kurt never saw Mercedes again? Kurt wouldn't be able to do that. It would tear him apart. "I am so sorry Travis. I can't even imagine how hard that is, not having your best friend around. I am not going to try to replace Alex but I hope I can be a great friend to you. You deserve it."

Travis' eyes filled with tears once again, "Thank you Kurt. So much. You don't know how much that means to me." Kurt hugged the boy close for a moment. He let go and stood up, stretching until he felt the pleasant crack of his spine. Travis made a face, "That's gnarly."

Kurt let out a small laugh, "Gnarly? What are you, a surfer?"

"It's my way of saying disgusting. Get used to it," Travis laughed with Kurt before standing up as well. "Well too much emotional talk for this early in the morning. Let's go get some coffee."

"Coffee? Trav, I think I love you," Kurt grinned.

A knock was heard on their door and they both yelled at the same time for the person to come in. They laughed briefly as the door opened. Blaine popped his head in before entering fully. He looked good as ever, his hair slightly disheveled and curly. Kurt liked him the best this way, all natural and completely Blaine looking. He smiled at the boy and Blaine grinned back.

"Hey, hobbit," Travis called affectionately. "What's up?"

Blaine opened his mouth to respond and Kurt started laughing hysterically. His laugh filled the whole room and the other boys looked at him curiously. Kurt was gasping for air, he couldn't breathe. His eyes began to water, he could not stop laughing. "What the hell is so funny?" Travis asked, looking at Kurt like he was going crazy.

"I can't. Oh my God. I can't breathe. You call him. You call him." Kurt burst out laughing again, unable to finish his sentence. Between laughs he managed to choke out, "Hobbit. You call him Hobbit!" Blaine's face turned red, instantly, and Kurt couldn't stop laughing. He was determined he was going to die from this. "Holy crap. I'm going to die. You just made my freaking life, Trav. I really do love you. Oh my God."

Travis joined in on the laughter for a moment before replying. "Gee, Doll, I didn't even know you could laugh that hard."

"Me either," Blaine said in wonder. He had never seen Kurt that happy since he met the kid. He knew Dalton would be good for him. Even if he was laughing at his expense.

"I didn't either! Ow, my stomach hurts!" Kurt's laughter died down into chuckles here and there. "Hobbit! It fits him so well!"

Blaine punched Kurt lightly in the arm, "You're mean."

"I'm sorry," Kurt was still grinning like mad attempting not to laugh. He bit his lip and looked at Blaine.

"Whatever. Okay so I was going to come in here to ask you if you wanted to get some coffee. You know, it's kinda our thing," Blaine looked at Kurt unable to see Kurt's heart skip a beat. Our thing. Kurt could hear him say that all day.

"Of course! I mean sure. Travis just asked me to get some with him. You can come with us if you want," Kurt smiled down at the curly haired boy. He noticed the way Blaine's eyes lit up when he mentioned Travis was coming with them. Kurt's face fell. Blaine just nodded enthusiastically staring at Travis happily. "Um. Okay then. I guess I should get dressed," Kurt's voice had lost all perkiness. Blaine was way to into Travis. For all Kurt knew, Travis could be into Blaine too.

"Yeah, me too," Travis agreed watching Kurt's face change from pure happiness to sadness in an instant. He did not like that at all. Later, he was going to get to the bottom of that.

"Okay. Meet us at my SUV in ten minutes. I will drive," Kurt said, he let his voice be filled with enthusiasm again. Kurt was a brilliant actor, he did a great job at hiding his emotions. Blaine said a quick agreement before heading out to his own room, happy as ever. Kurt watched the door for a moment after it shut, he sighed and headed to his side of the room. Travis frowned behind him. The room was suddenly too silent.

"Doll, can you hand me Tim?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt looked at Travis like he was crazy. "Who the hell is Tim?"

"The only thing that's always been there for me, my iPod," Travis smiled at Kurt from across the room. Kurt giggled like a hyena on crack as he threw Travis his precious Tim. "Hey I told you I named everything." Soon, broadway tunes filled the room and Kurt was in a better mood already as he got dressed for the day ahead.