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Not even a second after Jeff ruined the perfect moment, the bell had gone to signal the beginning of the school day. Kurt and I had to race to our lockers, get our things and race off to our first classes without really saying anything at all.
Though, we didn’t need to say anything. The morning had just been amazing, and the prospect of a real date made me feel all shaky and nervous, yet extremely excited and enthusiastic about the whole thing.
Everyone knew by now that something was going on. Every classmate I ran into either winked at me, made a suggestive comment or just clapped my back in a ‘nice one, man’ kinda way. It was a strange feeling. Having classmates that aren’t that close to me congratulate me was weird. It was odd. But it was also nice to know that homophobia just wasn’t present at Dalton. And thank God for that.
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The day was a blur. I couldn’t remember any of the homework tasks, I couldn’t recall what we’d had for lunch in the cafeteria and –possibly the most surprising of all- I couldn’t even remember how many times Wes had banged the gavel throughout the day. All I could think about was how Kurt was sitting next to me in the cafeteria and how he walked with me to the science block for my chemistry class even though he had English on the other side of the campus.
All I could think of was Kurt.
So of course, being the nervous, excited puppy I was, I ran from my afternoon class straight to my dorm room so I could be the first in the showers. I wasn’t taking any chances – I knew Jeff, Jason or David would want to mess with me.
I was right, of course, because I found that they’d gone through my stash of toiletries and had stolen my deodorant, my razor and my aftershave. Those bastards. They were gonna pay for that.
I took the opportunity to steal all of Jeff’s candy bars from our mini-fridge, melt them in my hands, open each and every chocolate bar and shove them in inconvenient places. His pillowcase, his shoes, his socks, his hair gel and cell phone charger were all covered in melted chocolate. Let’s see how he likes that, I thought.
I couldn’t do anything about my missing razor, deodorant and after shave, so I stole one of Jeff’s unopened razors and aftershave. I always had a spare deodorant in my Phys Ed bag so that wasn’t a problem. I still managed to hit the showers before anyone else and showered in record time. I was out of the bathroom, clean-shaven and squeaky clean, before most of the guys had even made it back to the dorms.
Luckily, one of the few conversations I remembered from lunch was the conversation in which Kurt and I organised our date. The plan was for me to pick him up from his house in Lima to take him out to Breadstix. This meant, of course, meeting his family for the first time. But I thought I could deal with that as long as Kurt didn’t look as insanely hot as he usually does. THAT just may have killed me.
So after my record-breaking shower/primping routine, I ran back to my dorm to find Jeff just walking in, about to lie back and put his head on the pillow.
It took all of my restraint not to laugh as I grabbed my shoes, car keys, wallet and cell phone from my nightstand and turned to leave.
“Hey Blaine,” Jeff stopped me as I put one hand on the doorknob.
“Yeah?”
“Have a good time with Kurt. I mean it, man. You deserve to be happy.”
Jeff’s words touched me. We’d been best friends since we became roommates here at Dalton, but I’d never imagined he’d be so... deep.
“Thanks Jeff. That means a lot.”
“Anytime. Now go have fun!”
“Will do,” I laughed as I backed out of the room, “OH, and just... lay back and relax, okay Jeff? Enjoy the evening to yourself.”
With that I slammed the door shut and sprinted out of the boarding house straight to the parking lot, somehow managing to shove my shoes on along the way. I unlocked my car, jumped inside and promptly locked the doors. No sooner had I put the keys in the ignition had I received a text message
From: The Jeffsterr
Chocolate. Everyfuckingwhere. You jackass. Expect revenge when you get back. Say hi to Kurtie for me.
I chuckled. Jeff was never really good at revenge, though I knew that if he enlisted the help of Jason, and he probably would, it was going to be severe. I was in for it. But I didn’t care. I was on my way to pick Kurt up from his house. To take him out. On a date. A PROPER FUCKING DATE.
The night was going to be amazing. I was going to make sure of it. Kurt would have it all, no matter the cost. All I wanted was for him to be the happiest guy in the world. And by him being happy, I knew I’d be happy too.