The Masks We Wear (*BadBoy Blaine*) ~UNCOMPLETED~

Chapter 5

Friday evening came around quickly, marking almost three weeks since Kurt first came to Dalton Academy-though it felt like it'd been much longer.

Kurt glanced over to Blaine, peering over at the other boy as he packed his nightly facial routine products into an overnight bag, gently packing each bottle into a small pouch before placing with his other belongings in the duffle bag.

Blaine lounged lazily on his bed, as he did every evening, eyes focused on some book open in his lap. Blaine hadn't moved an inch all morning, but judging from the distant expression on his face, Kurt figured Blaine had his mind elsewhere that night because of the fact that Blaine hadn't so much as turned a page in the last hour.

Kurt walked over to his dresser to grab a few more things to add to his bag. Once satisfied, Kurt zipped it up, and placed it by the other one at the door. He sighed in content, feeling genuinely excited for the first time since he'd arrived at Dalton.

He heard Blaine snicker from his side of the room. Kurt sighed and turned around to see his roommate looking at him with a bemused grin, still resting on his bed, one leg crossed over the other in nonchalance, his hands now folded casually behind his head where he was leaning against the headboard. His distant look had faded away and his unread book was left abandoned on his desk.

"You're literally going home for two days, why do you need to bring so much shit with you?" Blaine asked, gesturing to the two bags Kurt had placed by the door, "You don't have clothes and a toothbrush at your house?"

Kurt felt his cheeks flush. "I just-there's some clothes that won't fit in my wardrobe that I'm taking home...besides, I don't really have an opportunity to wear most of them anyways." Kurt looked over at his bags,"The other stuff is just a few essentials I always take with me."

"Underwear and a couple of condoms are essentials. Not a bunch of face creams and sequined tee-shirts-not that I'm judging," Blaine said, grinning at Kurt as he swung his legs over to hang over the edge of his bed, reaching for a bottle of water on his desk.

Kurt huffed and turned around, pretending to check his phone for something. Despite their talk last week, Blaine had still pretty much regressed back to his old self again by morning. Things weren't usually as tense as they once were, but things weren't exactly bright and shiny either. Kurt noticed that Blaine still fell back into his bad moods, where any little thing seemed to set him off, but he did spend a little less time drowning in his own inner turmoil, and a little more time having actual conversations and being somewhat social. And since that night, Kurt noticed that though Blaine still liked to tease him, but the teasing did become less intrusive and inappropriate. Kurt also noticed Blaine stayed away from more sensitive topics since their talk-well...sort of.

"-Fuck!" Blaine cried out suddenly, in-between coughs.

Kurt's breath hitched when he turned around to see what had happened, his cheeks immediately flushing with color.

Blaine had choked on his water and proceeded to spill a good amount of it onto himself-water now dripping down his chin and onto his navy Dalton tee-shirt.

Kurt swallowed nervously, and tried to distract himself with his phone again, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away as Blaine pulled the shirt off over his head, and tossed the soaked shirt onto his own messy dresser in irritation. Blaine strode over to his wardrobe, pushing aside navy blazers and white shirts to look for another tee-shirt to pull on.

Kurt quickly turned his attention back to his cell phone, his breathing a little heavier. Having that talk with Blaine last week was-well, it was nice. Blaine knew things about him that Kurt felt he didn't have to hide anymore, and it made him feel a lot less on edge all the time. But even so, it didn't mean Kurt didn't still get a little flustered every time Blaine changed in front of him. It wasn't something he was ever used to, even in the locker rooms at Mckinley he changed in the bathrooms to avoid the taunting of the other boys.