A/N: This one is really short. I wrote it pretty quickly. I'm working on a new, (much) longer chaptered fic now. I still don't own glee. I kind of wanted to continue this, but now I just decided to write my own Dalton fic, loosely following canon, from Sectionals to BTW.

"Can I ask you a... weird question?" Blaine asked quietly.

Kurt had been happy when his dad and Carole had decided to let him board. For one, it prevented the ridiculous gas bills that commuting had required, and it allowed him to be more involved in the school, and to make more friends. For another, he got Blaine as his roommate. As difficult as it was to room with his crush without awkward moments, it was worth it. He woke up to Blaine every morning, what could be better than that? Waking up with Blaine every morning, added the bitter voice inside his head, which he politely told to shove it.

"You just did." He replied to his roommate after a moment's hesitation.

"Funny. It's just, the Warblers are all comfortable around each other, and I've noticed you're very reserved about changing in front of any of us. Even me, and we share a room." Blaine's voice was as smooth as always, though he chose his words carefully.

"That's not a question, Blaine." Kurt abruptly got up from his bed, and went to his closet, not wanting to discuss this with Blaine.

You do realize that eventually he's going to find out, correct? And you should also realize that he won't care, so maybe you should stop being stupid and just tell him. You've told him everything else. You even told him you liked him! How could this be more difficult?

The voice inside his head, which he appropriately named Glinda, was truly a bitch.

And is also probably right.

"Oh, shut up!" He responded huffily.

"Alright, you don't want to talk about it. Fine, you could have just said so!" Blaine responded to his apparently-not-so-internalized thought.

"Sorry, not you. Glinda." Kurt responded without thinking and then mentally smacked himself.

Smooth. Now Blaine knows that you have a little voice in your head, and that you talk to it. If that's not enough to weird him out, then it should be no problem to tell him why you don't want him to see you shirtless.

"Glinda? Let me guess, the voice in your head, appropriately named after the character from Wicked?" Blaine sounded amused.

"You know me so well. To answer your 'weird question' I don't like changing in front of other people." Kurt responded, refusing to meet Blaine's eyes.

"Really? Because I distinctly recall you teasing Finn about getting changed around the Cheerios, how you'd seen more girls naked than he has? The concepts the same, they're not going to ogle you. I mean why would they?" At Kurt's raised eyebrow he stuttered to correct himself, "Not that there's not anything to ogle, it's just-"

"You're digging yourself a hole Blaine. Stop talking, I know what you mean." Kurt saved his friend from the embarrassment of trying to explain himself.

Just remember he thinks you're ogle-worthy.

"Is this really something we have to discuss?"

"No, I just was wondering. It's not like you're shy, or at least I've never seen you act shy. Even if you're not impressive, you're certainly not the worst and-"

"The state of my abs is not what I'm worried about, Blaine." Kurt responded rather rudely.

"Alright, you clearly are not open to discuss this with me. However, I feel you deserve warning that Neil has also noticed that you refuse to change in front of us, and now will never stop pestering you until you do."

"Fantastic. Thank you for the warning." And with that, Kurt returned to his copy of Vogue, Blaine returned to his paper on Blood Diamonds, and the conversation was over.

"Oh, come on, Kurty! There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I'm sure you're hotter than Wes at any rate." Neil said with a laugh, then ducking to avoid Wes' attempt at retaliation.

"You are an ass-hat." Wes rolled his eyes and then turned to Kurt. "Are we sure he's straight?"

"Not entirely." Kurt had already changed into his slightly different uniform in the bathroom, but that wouldn't prevent Neil from pestering him.

"I warned you." Blaine added helpfully from where he was talking to Michael. "He's never going to let this go." Neil continued to taunt Kurt, saying that 'pale is in' and other stupid things that didn't really matter, but bothered Kurt nonetheless.

Although Blaine is probably right, perhaps right now isn't the best time to be dramatic about this? Glinda asked in an attempt to stop him from just snapping. Think about it logically. You wouldn't tell Blaine when you were alone and now you're going to tell all the Warblers, just because of a little teasing. You're stronger than that.

"Knock it off, Neil. I know that look. That is the look that says 'Bitch, back off right now or I will cut you.' Just leave Kurt alone. He's already changed, so can we get back to rehearsal?" Blaine looked to Wes for help, knowing that Kurt would do something dramatic if the focus was not drawn off of him soon.

"Oh, shut up, Blaine. Like you didn't ask before. If you want to know so badly, then fine." Kurt pulled off his blazer and shirt, ripping the latter nearly in half in his haste.

Blaine noticed a few things about Kurt in this order: 1) His skin was so pale it was practically glowing, 2) He actually did have nice abs, and 3) there were three ugly red scars twisted into letters spelling out the hatred of whomever had marred his perfect skin. In the middle of his stomach there were ugly scars spelling out 'FAG'.

One look at Blaine's face and Kurt ran out of the room, discarding his blazer, practically in tears. He ran to the 'short-cut' Blaine had shown him when he first came to the school, and dissolved into tears, sitting down in the middle of the floor.

For the record, I completely blame you. I told you that being dramatic was stupid. I told you to tell Blaine, who would have easily dealt with Neil. But no. You had to go and show everyone all at once, and then run out of the room in tears. Will the melodrama never cease with you? Do you completely lack common sense? What-

"Oh, shut up, you bitch!" Kurt yelled into the empty hallway, silencing Glinda.

"Kurt?" Blaine approached the obviously upset soprano warily. "I'm sorry that I didn't stop them. I didn't think that it was a big deal. I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, I'm the stupid one. I should have just let it go." Kurt let out somewhat of a strangled laugh. "To answer your question, Azimio's little goodbye gift is why I don't change in front of other people."

"He did this to you?" Blaine asked, the anger, usually so controlled, seeping into his voice.

"Yes." Kurt replied brusquely. "We should get back to rehearsal." With that, Kurt wiped his tears, and stood, walking on shaky legs back towards the rehearsal area.

"How about instead we go for ice cream? Give you a little time before you talk to them again?"

Kurt turned and smiled. "Thank you, but I think first I need a new shirt, and I don't eat ice cream."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "One ice cream is not going to kill your ass." With a grin he added, "For the record, you do have pretty nice abs."

"Cheerios." Kurt replied, slightly smugly.

"What?" This was a story Blaine had never heard.

"I'll explain... while we get ice cream." Kurt relented with a overly dramatic sigh and a smile.