Jim Kirk! Legally Blond

Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond

Fandom: Star Trek 2009

Part: 6

Characters: Jim, some Carol

Word count: 1,303

Warnings: None

AN: So this chapter is more “Jim thinking about shit and getting things done” and meeting some others. So I hope that you enjoy!

Enjoy!

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Looking around his new bedroom, filled with boxes as it was, Kirk felt the smirk tug at his lips, and shook his head. Huffing in amusement, he turned to the first pile of boxes to put things away. Janice had been nice enough to help himself get things to the dorm but then she had then gone back to her sorority house since she had had to help with some new pledges for the coming semester.

He had to admit that he was rather proud of himself. He hadn't once gotten drunk since his friend had kicked his ass, and he hadn't moped, much. Along with that, he had stopped himself each time when he had wanted to do nothing but call Spock. It was looking good all things considered. He had also had his class schedule set. He had ended up testing out of a few classes, surprisingly enough, and had landed in a couple of other ones instead, so he was looking forward to them.

He had a lot to do before his classes started though. On his list of things to do was finding a good salon since Janice would shoot him in the foot if he didn't work to keep his hair neat and his nails looking good. Along with that, he really did need to finish unpacking and find everything that would let him cook in his dorm room. He didn't really want to use the shared kitchen for their floor if he could help it. He had seen it.

It had terrified him into going to the store to buy new cleaning gloves and enough cleaners to scrub the Tower of London.

Four times over.

Which he was now currently looking for along with his crock pot.

Sighing to himself as he ran across a photo album that held pictures of him and Spock, he shoved it into a dresser drawer and vowed to himself to destroy it later. With the album out of the way and the box empty, he broke it down before he moved onto the next box, finding that it contained nothing but bedding. He stood up after pulling it out of the box before putting the bedding onto one of his closet shelves. As soon as he was done with that, he again broke the box down and moved onto the next one.

He still really had a lot to finish, but to his eyes he was doing good. Deciding on a short break, he sat down in the window seat that came with his room and sighed, running a hand through his hair as he gazed out of the window and down to the courtyard below. He knew that he had so much to do, but still the thoughts of why he was doing this had to come back to tease and taunt him.

He had a pretty good idea as to why he had actually carried it through but still...

Leaning back against the wall around his window, he bit at his lip and admitted to himself that, yes, at first he had been motivated to join Harvard for a law degree because of Spock. When he had first started to date the older male, things had been so wonderful for them. Something special. Something that he had cherished and cared for. He had really thought at the time that they could make it through the rest of their college careers to marriage and beyond. But it hadn't happened that way.

Everything had just fallen apart the night that he gone out with his then lover and boyfriend at the damn restaurant. That night had been the one that Spock, the cool and always hard Spock, had told him that he was going to break up with him because he was too damn flighty.

He had then used his cold as an excuse to hide away in his room, mourning the loss of a relationship that he had hoped would last for good. But then Janice had come around and kicked his ass into trying for the LSATs, finding himself challenged in a way that happened rarely. Oh, he still very much wanted to own his own fashion shop. That was still a dream that he had, but now, now he wanted to be a lawyer. A defense lawyer even.

He wanted to stand before the juries and pick people apart. To use every skill that he had in his arsenal.

And he really did have a promising start to it all. But still, those damn thoughts slunk in past his defenses, making him wonder just why he was becoming a law student. True, Spock had tried to contact him a few times, but he had always allowed them to go to his voice mail. More often then not, they were about something or another that Jim just didn't care about.

The man was persistent in his trying to get him on the phone, that much he could admit to.

Slowly stretching his arms over his head, grunting softly to himself, Jim sighed and finally just admitted to himself what he hadn't really wanted to admit to himself during the last few weeks.

“The sex was amazing, the dates were damn near perfect, and I did really care for him, but...” he trailed off, allowing the words dying in the empty dorm room. “But he was just so cold to me. Too distant for a real relationship with me. I just hope that his girlfriend can find a way to get close enough to him to thaw out her part of his heart. Even though I'm really not happy about how she stepped into my place with just a smirk.”

Shaking his head with a snort, Jim grabbed his laptop from the dresser, making a note to get a better version for his new classes, and turned to an online phone book that he used often. Hunting around, he found a few new salons that had nail and hair services, feeling the urge to get pampered. It was a good way for him to relax and gather gossip that was floating around after all.

Writing down the various places, he quickly changed out of the baggy jeans and shirt he was wearing into a better pair of jeans and t-shirt, running a hand through his loose hair before he locked the door as he stepped out of his room. Nodding to this person and that person, he stepped out onto the campus grounds and quickly headed to his car, using all of the shortcuts that he had learned while moving in. Driving along, he found the first place, wrinkling his nose at the sight of it, moving on to the next one. Parking, he slid out of his jeep and walked into the salon, smiling at the clean easy going atmosphere that the salon presented.

Nodding to the perky receptionist, he signed in and got set up for a simple haircut and nail treatment. Sitting down in the offered chair, sighing and settling in to be pampered. He just had a feeling that he was going to enjoy what was to come. And by the looks of it, the woman who did the nails, whose name tag stated that she was called Carol, was good at her job, if not a bit clumsy in some aspects. But the nails that he could see coming from her table was gorgeous and perfectly done.

He was very much looking forward to the enjoyment of just being able to sit back in a chair, trade gossip back and forth, and forget about the idiot who he had called boyfriend. And hopefully forget all of the doubts that lingered in the back of his mind for even just a little bit of time.