jeff.

Jeff had been sweaty and probably stunk to high heavens as he moved out of the warbler practice room it had been another intense day of practice the counsel was happily trying to get the group prepped for their sectional in a few weeks. He had waved to a few friends calling out to them “Give me a few moments, Nicky, Trent,  let me take a shower and I’ll meet you guys down for dinner” He called out shutting the door to his dorm. He was one of the few lucky guys to get a room to himself he stripped his clothes tossing them into the hamper and grabbed his towel that was hanging off his computer chair and headed into the bathroom. Dalton was an all boys prep school which was both a blessing and a curse for most in attendance, sure the bisexual and gay students had an abundance of choices, where the straight boys sometimes felt awkward. Jeff himself considered himself lucky, he was able to focus on his school work and enjoyed his rare moments lurking at many of the boys that roamed the halls of the prep academy. Setting his towel down he reached into the shower and turned it on til it was the right temperature before stepping under the spray and letting the hot water melt his muscles before beginning to wash the dancing and singing stench of being a Warbler off his body. 

“Thank you, sir.  My parents are really excited for me to be here but not as excited as I am.  I appreciate your hospitality but I really can carry the rest into the room by myself.  I’m not as bad off as my mother and brother made it sound.  None of it hurts.  It’s been weeks not days,” Blaine held the box he carried close to his chest and stopped outside the door that the teacher who was put in charge of giving him a tour and showing him his dorm motioned at.  He barely let it show that a small jab of pain ran from the almost healed scab at the very left corner of his eye when he gave the man a thankful smile.  Honestly, he didn’t want to be a bother anymore and he figured the teacher had other things to do than being his personal mover.  They’d gotten his things this far, the rest would come later after his father dropped them off, and he could handle the rest on his own.  After nodding to the instructions to call Mister Matthews should he need anything else–Blaine was left on his own.  Crooking a knee against the doorframe to support the box, he fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.

Blaine was backing up into the room pulling the other boxes along for the ride when he noticed the shower going. “Oh no..”  Frozen in place–he looked over his shoulder at the bathroom door and rushed over to pull it closed with a loud thud to prevent anything super-awkward happening. Shouting through the door, Blaine hurried to make sure the poor guy inside wasn’t scared out of his mind by a random person showing up when he was naked. “I-UM!  My name’s Blaine!  I’m not–I was put in this room five minutes ago!  Please don’t freak out!”