That's probably why he had so many opinions outside of his home. No matter what, he always had to get a word in, whether it was during someone else arguments or hearing a bunch of gossip or just plain word vomit. He couldn't help it, it was who he was.

As Trent opened the doors to the Windsor house, he was bombarded with a stack of papers shoved into his hands by non-other than David Nicholson himself.

"Dude, we need to get this project done. You're handling all the paper work, seeing as you have the best handwriting." David ordered, not really paying any attention to Trent's facial protests.

"But Blaine has the best handwriting!" Trent retorted, he didn't need this, he had way too much homework to do anyway, this project didn't have to be in for three weeks!

"Yeah, well, Blaine isn't here, so you're his replacement." David replied, he grabbed onto Trent's arm and pulled him towards his room. When they entered, Jeff, Nick, Thad and Wes were all huddled around a flurry of papers, books, pens and paint.

"Why on earth do we need paint for a history project?" Trent exclaimed. He honestly didn't even know why he hung out with such morons before.

"Well, obviously it's because we took Art class. Why else?" Jeff said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, but - i repeat - this is a history project. Not art." Trent replied to Jeff, who looked up to stick his tongue out at him.

"So? It's the only thing we're good at and we might even get extra credit for creativity. So hush up and help out!" Nick said with a smirk. Nick was on of Trent's best friends. He was funny, smart and adorable...well, they were all funny, smart and adorable, but Nick was different.

"Fine." Trent huffed but sat down with the stack of papers anyway. He put them in front of him and crossed his legs before taking off his blazer and grabbing a pen.

After an hour of work, the boys all agreed to take a coffee break. They all walked down the large marble staircase together and went into the kitchen. Once they had made their coffee's they went into one of the small lounging areas that were provided in each of the dormitories.

"Mmmm, coffee..." Jeff muttered into his mug.
Trent's mind went back to his and Kurt's meeting the other day. He had to admit, he was a little intrigued that Kurt had asked him to be his spy, he could've asked any of the Warbler boys. Then again, Trent and Kurt were pretty close, we should really hang out more, Trent thought.

"So- umm, guys. Has anyone spoken to that new guy yet?" Trent asked to his friends, maybe they could help him out with some insight towards Sebastian. He needed as much information as he could muster and tell Kurt as soon as possible, he felt like he was slacking off a bit when it came to his spying.

"Yeah, he seems pretty cool actually. A bit stuck up, but who isn't in a preppy boarding school, am I right?" Thad said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Really? Oh...does anyone know why he transferred?" Trent wasn't extremely satisfied just yet, so he pressed them a bit more. He hoped they wouldn't ask him any questions.

"Apparently his Dad had all this money and nothing to do with it so Seb asked if he could come here. he wanted to...umm, get away from public school or something like that. I don't really know, I don't see him around much to be honest." Wes replied. "Why do you ask?" Oh no, okay, quick, escape plan...think Trent, THINK!

"Just curious, I could use some normal friends." That was close.

"Real nice, Trent. Nice to know we're appreciated around here." Nick said with his lip stuck out and his eye's drooping, playing sad.

"Yeah well why don't we go finish that project then maybe I'll like you all again." Trent supplied sarcastically.
After another three long hours of hard-core-project-work, Trent was making his way towards the dinner hall with everyone else.

"Oh shoot, I left my iPhone upstairs. David, give me your key, I'll meet you guys in the hall." David nodded and threw Trent his dorm room key. Trent went back down the corridor he came though, up the stairs to the dorm rooms and nearly entered David room before he heard something coming from one of the rooms close by.
Trent being Trent, had to fin d out what it was. The voice sounded familiar.

He crept up to where it was coming from and peeked inside the slightly ajar door.
Inside seemed to be two boys having a rather interesting talk.

"So, you're hot...I'm hot...what do you say we hang out some time?"
That was definitely Sebastian Smythe's voice. Trent leaned in closer so he could hear the conversation clearer.

"Umm, well, sure. But just to put it out there, I'm not gay. I'm Bi, and i just got out of a serious relationship with a girl, so...yeah..." Said the anonymous person, Trent couldn't put a name on it right now, but that didn't matter, he was spying on Sebastian, not anonymous-bisexual-boy.

"What, you think it'll be too different? Trust me, baby. Once you've had your way with me, you'll never go back to girls again." Well...that was interesting.

Maybe Sebastian steered away from Blaine? Trent sure hoped so.

He felt he had done enough spying for one day and went off to get his iPhone and then go back down to the dining hall.