The Sandman Cometh 9/?
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Additional warnings: Underage drinking
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Kurt’s eyes snapped opened at the blare from his IPod dock. Gaga’s playing but that doesn’t make any sense, he thought, that’s my showering song not my waking up song.
“Oh no!” Kurt took one look at the time and leapt from his bed, bounding into the bathroom, turning the shower on and pulling off his pajama shirt. He wondered why on earth Blaine hadn’t woken him sooner. His eyes shot open wide and he rushed back into the dorm room to shake his roommate awake.
“Blaine! Wake up. C’mon, get up. We’ll be late!”
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“Wha? Kurt?” I asked uselessly as Kurt had already scrambled back into the bathroom and slammed the door. Dropping back to the pillow, I grabbed at my watch on the bedside table. “Seven thirty?!” Wow. Uh oh, I haven’t reviewed my Econ notes. Shit!
I followed Kurt’s example and jumped up but realizing that I’d have to shower after school seeing as Kurt still had to finish his shower, do his moisturising routine and his hair. I’d be lucky to get in there to brush my teeth at this rate. Pulling a fresh shirt and pair of my uniform pants from my closet, I set to work and got dressed as quickly as possible, packed my bag and took a quick glance at my unread notes as I waited for Kurt to finish.
The bathroom door soon burst open, steam spilling into our room, as Kurt raced around in a large white towel looking for clean clothes. “It’s all yours, Blaine. I did a quickie version of my regimen this morning so you’d have time to gel.”
***
“Here, eat this.” I pushed an apple at Kurt as he juggled his notes and his bag. “Breakfast of champions?”
He laughed and bit into it, just holding it there with his teeth as we left our building and he continued to push the last of his belongings into his bag. He crunched into the apple, taking a small bite. “Thanks. At least I won’t go into this on an empty stomach.”
“Kurt, you’ll do fine. I think Jeff was just joking and at least you got your study in last night. I barely looked at my notes this morning.”
“Yeah, you really slept in.”
I shrugged. “Must of tuckered myself out last night. Anyway, I guess if I haven’t picked the basics of a ledger by now, cramming isn’t gonna help much.”
“I suppose but I feel better for finishing last night. It’s like a weight has been lifted off me. I don’t know…I feel oddly happy and relaxed about Geography. Do you think it’s too soon to put a call into Ripley’s?” he asked, eyebrow cocked as he leaned into me.
I laughed and grasped his shoulders and pushed him in the direction of his classroom. “Go get ‘em, Kurt.”
He spun back to face me as he walked away, smiling hard. “You too, Blaine. Will I see you at lunch?”
“See you at lunch,” I called out as and jogged the rest of the way to my classroom.
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“Freedom! Whoooo!”
Kurt laughed loudly as Nick tackled me onto the couch in the Junior’s Common Room while still cheering over finishing our final exam for the year.
“I can’t believe we made it out alive, Blaine!” Nick yelled happily, playfully slapping my arm which quickly turned into playful punching and then before you know it, we were full on wrestling each other on the couch.
“Ow! Nicky,” I whined as we tumbled off the couch and hit the ground with a dull thud.
“What? You just can’t handle the Muscles from Columbus, can you?” he crowed as he rolled me over and pinned me with my stomach to the floor.
“I’ll show you muscles, pal,” I retorted and wriggled free. As the door opened again with a few Freshmen wandering in, I seized my opportunity and pounced on Nick. Rolling across the carpet as we grappled, a pair of long legs interrupted our play-fight, forcing us to look up from our respective spots on the floor. “Hi Jeff!” we chorused.
“Blaine,” Jeff nodded in greeting as he crossed his arms. “Nicky,” he added with a stern look on his face.
Beside me, I felt Nick tense up anxiously so I freed his arms and rolled back. But when I accepted Jeff’s hand to help me up, I suddenly found myself in a headlock. “Hey!” I yelped as Jeff tightened his hold around my neck.
“You know what happens when you try to mess with my man, Blaine!”
I heard Kurt gasp as I struggled in Jeff’s grip, a fist hovering in front of my face.
“Noogies for you!” Jeff cried out in a ridiculous voice and proceeded to mess up my hair with his knuckles.
“Not the hair!” I squawked and immediately attacked by putting my arms around his waist and long legs and lifting him up.
“Good grief!” Kurt exclaimed as I dumped Jeff on the couch and turned immediately to defend against a flying Nick.
A collective “Oof!” sounded as we collided and fell on top of Jeff, my limbs flailing as they started their combined tickle attack. “Kurt! A little help...” I gasped out as they immediately got the upper hand but knew I was out of luck when I heard the other guys laughing along with Kurt at my demise.
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Kurt couldn’t contain his giggles at the faces Blaine was pulling. Leaning into Trent, he asked “Please tell me that this isn’t what they call Fight Club?”
“You know about that?”
“Oh. Um....nope,” he smiled and made a show of zipping his lips.
“Good. Because otherwise I’d have to set the tickle twins on you,” Trent threatened but then thought the better of it when Kurt’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “No, no, I was just kidding, Kurt. Honestly.”
“Oh. Good,” he smiled in relief. “So, what’s the story with the aforementioned ‘tickle twins’? They seem to enjoy making Blaine suffer.”
“Yeah, they’re just really close. Nick and Jeff have been a couple for ages plus they’ve both been roommates with Blaine at one point or another, so they’ve all spent a lot of time in each other’s company. And Blaine...well, let’s just say he doesn’t have a lot of support outside of Dalton, so the ‘tickle twins’ informally adopted him as their pet project when he joined the Warblers and now, it’s like they’re brothers,” Trent shrugged. “It’s kinda awesome.”
“Yeah, it is,” Kurt mumbled fondly.
“But we never ever join in their play-fights, okay?”
“Why? It seems like Blaine’s outnumbered,” Kurt asked as one of Blaine’s shoes came flying in their direction and Jeff’s hands scrabbled over Blaine’s socked foot making him shriek.
Smack!
“Jesus Christ, Blaine!” Jeff shouted angrily, holding his nose.
Trent laughed and nudged Kurt. “Because it always ends with someone getting injured and you don’t want to be the one holding your nose at the end of it.”
“Right.”
“So, you’re staying for the party tonight, right?”
“Um, no. I have plans already. What’s happening?”
“Just the usual, I guess, for when we need to blow off some steam. Music, video games, pizza, drinking games. You can’t miss your first Warbler’s party, Kurt, you should stay.”
“Sorry, but-”
“Yeah. Stay,” a couple of the other guys starting chiming in, making Kurt look around the guys listening in to their conversation.
“Um, but...”
“Back off guys. He must have a hot date he needs to get to. Right, Kurt?” Flint added, digging for gossip.
“I thought he had a hot date the other night? Didn’t you tell me Blaine was making loud sex noises?” a confused Jeff whispered to Nick as Blaine wandered off to find his missing shoe.
“What?!” Nick whispered back.
“Oh, nope. It must’ve of been David then. He does share a wall with those two,” Jeff concluded quietly.
Kurt watched in amusement as his roommate waved his found shoe triumphantly. “It’s something like that, Flint, although not so much on the date part,” he conceded.
“Ah,” the small collective of Warblers nodded knowingly, not making direct eye contact with Blaine or Kurt.
***
Jeff hiccuped as he decided on a dare for Flint. “Ummmm, I dare you to…suck Rob’s big toe!”
“Eww!” the crowd of inebriated boys yelled and laughed as Flint completed his dare.
“Ok, Bwane. Twuf or bare?” Flint asked with his tongue hanging half out of his mouth making the guys chortle.
“Dare.”
Flint wiped the drool from his mouth. “Ok, lick Robbie’s armpit!”
“Ew, no way, man! He might like it!” Robbie accused as my face scrunched up in confusion.
“What?! That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah. What are you yapping about, Robbie?” David asked.
“But I’ve seen it, like, in some of the movies that Hunter sent me. The guy sniffs and licks the other guy’s armpit before he gets fucked. It happens all the time. It’s, like, foreplay.”
The group of boys explode in a cacophony of noise until I asked the one question that shut them all up instantly.
“Wait….you watch gay porn?”
“Um….doesn’t everyone?” he asked weakly.
“Well, I don’t know about these guys, but I do. I mean, not armpit licking porn, but definitely gay porn. So, wait…Hunter’s gay?” I queried. Because that’s news to me!
Everyone snapped their heads back to me in surprise.
“What? Gaydar isn’t like Spidey sense y’know,” I grumbled and shrugged.
“Man, I have no idea about Hunter,” Robbie said, shaking his head, “but he has some kickass dirty movies. Wanna see?”
***
Several shots later of Jäger later and quite a group of guys piled in Robbie’s dorm room to check out some of the hetero porn in his impressive collection. The rest of us though headed off to David’s dorm room where his roommate, Wes and some of the other Senior Warblers were hanging out watching movies, having a few beers and talking. Nick and Jeff immediately cuddled up together in a free corner, settling in as a movie finished.
“What’s up next, Wes?”
“Finding Nemo.”
“Awesome! Niff, you’re gonna need some drinks,” I teased as I handed them a couple of beers each.
“For a Disney movie? Really, Blaine?” Nick questioned.
“Oh yeah. Here’s the rules for the noobs. Listen up boys and don’t make me get my gavel out,” Wes declared. “Everyone takes a swig whenever Dory forgets something and anytime Sydney, Australia is mentioned.”
“Oh my God,” Jeff mumbled. “That’s half the movie.”
“No shots, Wes?” I asked.
“Nah, we’ll take it easy on them this time.”
***
“Mine?” A bunch of guys around me parroted as the seagulls started fighting over Nemo’s dad and Dory. I kept an eye on Jeff who was climbing all over Nick and squawking, ‘Mine,’ and kissing him clumsily. Sniggering at my very drunk friends, I turned my attention back to the movie only noticing when they stumbled from the room hand in hand.
I wonder whose room they’ll use tonight. I’ll have to check later and maybe they’ll let me get lucky again. Not that they noticed I was there last time.
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