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

Chapter 6

"I just don't understand why any guy-especially a guy-needs to have the same trench coat in 5 different shades of tan!" Blaine argued as he watched Kurt rifle through his wardrobe, pulling out several nearly identical overcoats.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Kurt was busying himself organizing his closet. Though he'd already taken a majority of his clothes home a couple weeks ago, he still kept a few of his less flamboyant outfits here at the dorm to wear after school and on the rare weekends he decided to stay at Dalton instead of going home.

"It's not tan, it's beige." Kurt shot back, "Though they're similar colors, tan has a more brownish hue while-"

"Yeah, whatever-same difference." Blaine rolled his eyes and plopped down at Kurt's desk chair, he pulled out a pack of Marlboros and a small silver lighter from his pocket. He brought the cigarette up between his lips and leaned into his cupped hand as he flicked the lighter, the blue sparks failing to ignite.

Kurt sighed and marched over before the lighter gave, ripping the cigarette from Blaine's lips and snapping it in half.

"Stop smoking in here! Do you know how bad smoke is to the skin? Besides, it makes the whole dorm smell."

Blaine huffed and slipped his lighter back into his pocket, making a mental note to get a new one soon since this one seemed to be out of juice. "Fine...but will you quit breaking the damn things in half? They're not that easy to come by...and come on, every normal person knows to take the batteries out of the smoke detectors when you move in. You can just slip them back in when they do the inspections."

"Yeah, because that's safe..." Kurt said dryly, "Why do you smoke anyways?", he asked, as he turned to toss the cigarette remains in the waste basket, "Do you know how bad these are on your lungs and teeth and even your-?"

"Blah, blah, blah-whatever." Blaine smirked and swiveled around in the chair as he rested his feet on top of Kurt's desk.

Kurt rolled his eyes in irritation and marched back to fiddle with the clothes hanging in his wardrobe again.

He'd been at Dalton for a little over 4 weeks now, which meant it was now early February-and also that he needed to start figuring out his new spring wardrobe.

He and Blaine were getting a lot more acquainted, and were beginning to get to know each other a lot better than Kurt ever expected them to. Kurt wouldn't exactly call it friendship, more like a comfortable companionship for now. Blaine wasn't quite as brooding and intense as he'd first come off, but in times when things got tense, Kurt was often able to lighten the mood with some playful prodding. Something to get Blaine's mind off whatever it was he was thinking about, something to get him to smile. Sometimes all it took was Kurt flashing Blaine one of his old sequined shirts he'd found in the back of his wardrobe or one of the mid-thigh length shirts with the sparkling designs he'd forgotten to leave at home-and he would crack a smile.

But with this new found companionship, also came arguing. Turns out they were both rather stubborn when it came to certain things, and arguments often sprung up as a result.

Kurt didn't even dare bring up the topic of redecorating again. Though Blaine had sort of been open to the idea at first-mostly just to humor Kurt-he'd quickly changed his mind when he saw a few of the ideas Kurt had. The image of White Tylosand sofas, Grundtal mirrors and matching drapes didn't exactly bode well with Blaine. They settled on a few decorative pillows and new curtains to replace the dreary torn grey ones that hung there before.

"-I'm just saying, a few tee-shirts and a couple pairs of jeans is all you really need. And if it's cold outside, throw on a jacket. No one needs..." Blaine gestured in the direction of Kurt's stuffed wardrobe, "All that."