Broken

IV: Kurt

POV: Kurt

We enter the dining hall and go to collect our food, but soon Jeff is bombarded by a boy with black hair and a wide smile. "Jeff!" the boy yelled, hugging him.

"Nicky!" Jeff hugged him back fiercely. I look around for the familiar disgusted faces, but I see none, only faces of mild amusement and adoration. The worst face is of jealousy.

What?

Soon they break apart and Nick kisses Jeff on the nose, complaining about how classes were boring without him.

Jeff giggles and turns to me. "Nick, this is Kurt, my new roommate. Kurt, this is Nick," he says, introducing us.

I'm worried that Nick will hate me for keeping Jeff away from him, but instead he outstretches his hand. I flinch away before I see his smile, afraid he will hit me. I shake his hand.

Sadly, my reaction doesn't go unnoticed, though they don't mention it. "Hey Kurt, I'm Nick," he says confidently with a warm smile.

"Hi," I say back quietly.

After we get our food, Jeff and Nick lead me to a table filled with dapper-looking boys. Who am I kidding, every boy in this school is dapper.

Screw Dalton Academy, this is Dapper Academy.

Jeff and Nick sit down, and Jeff motions for me to sit beside him, sensing my unease. "Niff, reunited at last! He didn't shut up about you Jeff— seriously, it got annoying," a dark haired boy with a ridiculous amount of gel in his hair comments and laughs with the table. 'Niff' is obviously Jeff and Nick's ship name.

What? Not having a social life gives me more time to browse the internet.

Jeff laughs along with the rest of the boys while Nick turns tomato red, which causes the boys to laugh more. Once they calm down, a boy with hair the color of oak wood nods to me and says, "Jeff, who's the handsome man with the painted on jeans you brought with you?" He winks at me and I feel my cheeks get rosy.

Jeff rolls his eyes at the boy and says, "Right, this is Kurt— he's new and he is my roommate. Kurt, this is Blaine—" he nods to the boy with dark gelled hair—

"Wes—" he points to an Asian boy that I remember as the boy with the gavel—

"David—" he points to the Black boy next to Wes—

"Thad—" he nods a Hispanic boy with grey eyes and brown hair—

"Trent—" he points to a boy who looks like he could never hurt a fly and gives me a small and shy smile—

"—and of course, Sebastian, Dalton's biggest flirt. It's best to ignore him when he gets in 'player mode,'" he finishes, pointed to the brown-haired, green-eyed, and, may I say, rather handsome boy who has asked who I was. The table laughs again at Sebastian's introduction, whose pale cheeks flush slightly.

"All these fine men you see before you are known as the Warblers. Of course, there are more of us, but we're friends so we chose to sit together," Nick adds.

"Wow, I feel appreciated," a boy with dark brown hair rolls his eyes, having been completely forgotten in the introductions. A small smirk is on Nick's face as Jeff feigns surprise.

"Hunter! I'm so sorry, I forgot about you!" Jeff says as the table laughs.

The boy called Hunter throws an apple at Jeff, and I find himself protectively throwing my hand out and catching the apple. I pull it back to me, slightly embarrassed that I just did that, and take a bite out of it. The rest of the boys stare at me and go silent.

"What?" I ask quietly, my voice shaking nervously, hoping they aren't mad. It was instinct.