Dorm Room Shenanigans
Involved→Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe.
Location→The Dorm Room.
Timeframe→Saturday evening.
Author's Notes→I'm not sure how long your paras usually are, only that you're super quality so I hope that this is okay.
Blaine: The common room was yet again abuzz with the usual afternoon atmosphere. Every student who occupied the impressive surroundings were taken over by an unsurprising combination of trepidation and sheer excitement. In just a few short days, the students were expected to begin classes at Saint Dalton Academy of the Arts. The majority of the students held the reasonable expectations that they were destined to be provided with rigorous challenges for the years that rested ahead of them. One of the girls paced frantically back and forth the room as she ticked off on her fingers the various ways that she was bound to suffocate in a landslide of school work. Another person, a seemingly intelligent boy with glasses and a slender build, sat down on one of the arm chairs in an impossibly erect position and refused to speak to anyone who passed by him. There was another student tucked neatly in the corner of the room who played with her hair and bit her nails as her friend attempted to initiate a one sided conversation to her. The hesitation of the students normally would have grated on the nerves of one Blaine Anderson, but on this particular occasion he felt as though he could empathize. He too had his own qualms about being at the Academy and even at such an early stage here, somehow he'd managed to get himself into strife with two of the other students. To be honest, those particular issues were probably trivial but for him he feared that his experience in the impressive school would be far more daunting than he had initially anticipated. Eager to tear his mind away from that, Blaine had engaged in a number of particularly pointless activities throughout the day to keep himself distracted, but ultimately even those had barely been enough to keep his mind preoccupied.
With a defeated sigh, the boy stood upright and gazed in the direction of the door. Concealed behind it was a regal stairwell that lead to his dorm room and some time ago, he and his roommate--a very attractive Sebastian Smythe that managed to make his stomach lurch simply by breathing--had agreed to help each other decorate the room. The two had only met very briefly, the time in which Blaine had to hastily assist the boy to unpack his belongings before one of the teachers had whisked him away and informed him that he had to collect his textbooks. By the time he had arrived back into his dorm room, Sebastian had gone missing in action so he took it upon himself to retire for the day. To say the very least, Blaine was eager to finally have the chance to engage in a proper conversation with his kind roommate. Online, the two seemed to get along far more than he had expected and had even granted each other a few compliments which Blaine had clung to throughout the day. Every time that he had thought of the words that Sebastian had spoken, nothing could cease the tentative smiles that curled his lips upwards into a smile. There was little doubt that the next few hours of his life would be a memory that he would hold dear to him for a long time to come.
Time passed on rapidly by and soon enough, Blaine had found himself nonchalantly approaching his dorm room. He had to tread with care for whatever was to come, because to say the very least, Blaine had already done a terrible job of pretending to be heterosexual. For the time being, he shrugged the thought away and hoped that he wouldn't end up doing something absolutely ridiculous that would serve the purpose to only make a fool of himself. So, without any hesitation in the slightest, he reached the dorm room that he shared with Sebastian Smythe, knocked twice and announced his presence before he finally entered the room. "Hey Sebastian," the hazel-golden eyed boy greeted less than professionally, but he presumed that with the likely close friendship ahead of them, formalities were barely something that mattered. Without even looking at the boy (mostly because he was concerned that if he dared to look into those unfairly attractive eyes, he was likely to end up stumbling over his words and doing double takes) he stepped over to the closet and hung his jacket up. I didn't get the chance to see you today--I was out with Kurt early for coffee this morning. That aside, how's your day been?"