Broken

III: Kurt

POV: Kurt

I walks over to my suitcase and unzip it, quickly grabbing the bag on top. No way can he unload that. "Okay, do you want me to hang up your uniforms and such?" he asks. I nod hesitantly, hoping he won't give me any trouble about some of the outfits I have in there that aren't uniforms.

I head to the bathroom to unpack the small pouch as he starts handing up my uniforms. I pull the door mostly shut behind me is he can't look in. I unzip the bag and open the cabinet, where the top two shelves were cleared for me, since I am rather tall. I put my toiletries that I don't use daily up there, with my makeup and small box hidden in the back— this is one reason he didn't unpack my bag. Anyone can tell I don't use makeup on my face, and he might look in the box. I don't know what I would do if that happened...

While putting my hair and face products in the counter, I hear a gasp. What? Did something fall out of my bag? I panic, running into the other room.

Oh. He finished hanging up my uniforms to see the outfits underneath. "Kurt!" he exclaims. "I mean, wow! This outfits are amazing, where did you get them?" he asks, examining them for a tag.

Since he seems sincere, and I know he won't find a tag, I decide to be honest. "I, uh, made them," I say quietly, hoping he doesn't peg me for a freak.

He spun around, looking surprised to see me leaning on the doorway to the bathroom behind him.

"That's amazing!" he says, continuing to hang them up. "Anyway, since we are almost done, and I'm starving, we should probably head down to lunch."

I look down, seeing that I am still in black skinny jeans with a long sleeved t-shirt and not my uniform.

"It's okay," he says, seeing me look nervously at my outfit. "We get out of classes early today since it's Friday and a bunch of people go home to see their families, so hardly anyone is in uniform. Come on, I can introduce your to some of my friends! And Nick!"

What can I say? His enthusiasm is contagious. I nod and follow him to the dining hall.