Porcelain (Klaine)

Chapter 7

*Jeff's POV*

The school was buzzing with talk of a new transfer student joining today. To be honest I didn't believe the rumours, that was until I was asked to show him around.

I was excused from classes early and made my way to the dean's office. I knocked on the door, and after having been granted entrance, I walked in and my eyes were immediately drawn to the boy sitting on the chair, facing the dean at her desk.

He was beautiful, there was no denying it, although my type was more dark haired guys, going by the name of 'Nicholas Duval'.

He had chestnut brown hair, poking out from under a black beanie, and pretty blue eyes. He wore the Dalton uniform, although it looked a few sizes too big for him on his small frame.

I immediately beamed at him, offering my hand in a friendly handshake.

He returned the smile, weakly and took my hand cautiously, shaking it gently.

"Jeff Sterling," I say, sounding as upbeat and happy as ever. He nodded his head, and I waited for a name, but he never said a word. Finally, the dean introduced him.

"Jeff, this is Kurt Hummel," she said.

"He will be your new roommate."

"Cool," I reply. "I'll show you around then, Kurt Hummel." He nodded nervously, and followed me around the school as I gave him a detailed tour of everything, before arriving at our dorm door- room 209. I let him in and gave him a key as he lugged his suitcase in, behind him.

I offered to help him unpack but he quickly shook his head, and started to unpack by himself.

"So, we have three other roommates- Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe and my boyfriend, Nick Duval." He looked up at me at the last part, eyes wide in surprise. I chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, I'm gay you don't have a problem with that, do you?" I asked carefully. He shook his head vigorously, looking appalled, as if homophobia is the worst thing imaginable.

I let out a sigh in relief.

"Good, because you'll find that just about everyone here is gay." I watch his reaction and it looks... hopeful?

He finishes unpacking, while I blabber on, non stop, talking about anything and everything. I never even noticed that he hadn't said a word yet.

*Kurt's POV*

Jeff takes me down to dinner and I am almost thankful for his constant talking- he hasn't even seemed to notice that I haven't spoken.

We reach the dining hall and I am in awe. Everything here looks so majestic, as if the school came straight out of a fairy tale story.

He takes me to a table with seven other guys around my age and introduces me.

"Hey guys, this is Kurt Hummel, the new transfer student. He'll be rooming with Seb, Blaine, Nick and I." I smile shyly and he starts to introduce them to me.

"This is Thad," he points to a Hispanic boy, who smiles and waves at me.

"This is David," a dark skinned boy holds out his hand, to which I politely accept.

"Wes," an Asian boy, with excellent form, shakes my hand next.

"And Hunter." A boy with light brown hair, shakes my hand in a friendly manner.

"These four board in the room beside us, but we're pretty much always in each other's dorms anyway," Jeff continues.

"This super hot guy here," he says sitting down next to an boy with dark hair, light skin and dark eyes.

"Is the one and only Nicholas Duval." he finishes, pecking the boy (who I assume must be his boyfriend) on the lips.

Jeff gets caught up chatting and kissing with Nick, so the others introduce themselves.

"Sebastian Smythe," a tall boy with piercing green eyes, establishes himself, before taking my hand from across the table and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it, without ever breaking eyes contact.

I smile at him shyly, but my eyes are quickly drawn to the last person. He has black hair, slicked back with a ridiculous amount of hair gel (like seriously, what did the hair ever do to him?), with small curls popping up at random, and gorgeous amber-gold eyes, along with the softest looking lips imaginable, which I admittingly linger on a little too long. He has relatively tanned skin, with a slim, muscular physique and is about only around an inch or so smaller than me.

"Hey. My name's Blaine Anderson," his voice, in all its velvety glory, sends a shiver down my spine. He holds out his hand to shake, but I'm so lost in his eyes, I barely notice.

I quickly snap out of it, shaking his hand, and I hold on for just a little too long. He lets out a soft chuckle and I quickly let go, looking down, as I feel a blush rising to my cheeks.

Well done. I probably look like an idiot now.

I lift my head and see Blaine smiling at me. He pats the space beside him, gesturing for me to sit down. I take the seat and he smiles at me again, before tuning into a conversation with the rest of the group.

I watch him intently (without trying to look like a stalker). Everything he does, just seems to be done so very perfectly.

I've known him for less than two minutes and I already know I'm falling for him... hard.