Title: My Sexy Roommate

Rated: M

Summary: AU – Kurt and Blaine met by chance when they were seven. They became fast friends and their secret meeting routine was only spoilt when Blaine had to move away. Now they are both studying in New York, only they no longer recognise each other. What happens when you begin to fall for your sexy yet annoying roommate. And what happens when you find out he's that sweet little boy you met over a decade ago?

(Italic paragraphs are flashbacks)

Warnings: Coarse language, Snark, Slight physical abuse (Not S&M!), Sexual tension,...







He caught hold of her hands before she could land another on his face.

"That's enough," he said quietly.

She struggled to wriggle her hands out of his grasp, kicking at his stomach and legs until he fell over onto his knees in front of her, still clutching her hands. "Let go of me, you bastard! You filthy beast! How dare you touch me?"

"You have no right to say that to me."

"Oh yeah?" she smirked, snorting through her nose. "I, in fact, am now your guardian. You can't receive your inheritance until you're eighteen. And by then, I would have taken every last penny and sent you to the boy's home."

She had whispered that last sentence into his ear, smiling cunningly as she did.

"Poor little Blaine, losing your parents at such a young age. They were sweet to you, weren't they? Only child, spoilt from birth by every fucking being in the Anderson family. Even your dead parents left everything to you. And me? This lovely, doting Aunt who has spent so much time taking care of their stupid boy? Me? I END UP WITH NOTHING! NOT A SINGLE PENNY! NOTHING!"

Finally lifting his eyes to meet hers, Blaine had never felt the intensity of hatred hit him so hard before. It made his mind go blank for a moment, before filling with thoughts of strangling that thin neck of hers, or breaking the twigs she called hands. He clenched at her wrists tighter.

"You wanted them to die!" He spat. "You knew the car breaks were faulty. And you let them die!" Blaine felt his anger and hatred bubble in his chest. "I could kill you." He breathed heavily. "For them. I could kill you."

The idea replayed in his mind as the words rolled off his tongue.

She looked down at his hands and smiled. "Do it," she challenged nonchalantly. "Kill me."

He glared at her, his jaw taut and unyielding.

"Do it," she taunted, giving a girlish laugh. Blaine tensed, feeling his patience slip away as she giggled so disgustingly. "Do it, and you'll be sent to juvie – no, jail. You'll never see your precious inheritance my sister and brother-in-law left for you either way."

Blaine fought for control, taking in deep breaths before roughly releasing his hold on her, flinging her hands away as if they were coated with acid.

"Too scared?" She cocked her head at Blaine, rubbing at her sore wrists. "I always knew you were a coward. Loves boys, but didn't even dare to tell his parents. What a weakling."

Blaine's last strand of restrain snapped.

He shoved her backwards with all his strength. The woman flew backwards, unable to stop the momentum of the push. She stumbled over a chair and fell hard onto the floor with a thud. She screamed as her right ankle twisted abnormally.

"Fuck you, you silly little imbecile!" she screeched. Blaine resisted the urge to plug his fist into her mouth. Now she couldn't talk normally without sounding like a soon-to-be slaughtered chicken. "How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?"

Then all of a sudden, she collapsed onto the floor, convulsing into weak moans,.

"Blaine..." she called weakly. "Blaine, get me a sweet."

Blaine panicked for a moment. He knew his Aunt had hypoglycaemia, and frequently had attacks like these. He played with the thought of simply walking away, but his mind involuntarily flashed the memory of his Aunt bringing him to Disney Land and visiting him every Saturday with a huge smile on her face.

"Blaine... Help me, please."

He dragged himself off the floor, wincing as he felt bruises from where she had kicked him, and his face was starting to swell. Walking over to the table where she kept a jar of Mentos, he picked up one and laid it on the floor a few arms' length away from her.

"Happy stretching, Aunt Ginger."

He turned to walk away.

"Oh, and by the way?" Blaine stopped in his tracks, looking back at the closest blood relation he had left. "I wouldn't fuck you even if you were the last person on earth."

"A-are you... an angel?"

Blaine spun around, startled by the sudden voice behind him. He was sitting in the neighbourhood sandbox, the first time his parents had relented and allowed him to. He did not expect anyone to talk to him. A thin, pale boy with chubby pink cheeks gaped at him. He seemed to be staring at Blaine's hair. Self-consciously, Blaine reached up to pat his thick curls.

"I'm not an angel," he shook his head, standing up. "Angels have wings."

"In the storybook Mom read to me, all angels have curly hair."

Blaine blinked thoughtfully. "Maybe the angels are a different race of angels."

"Or maybe they just like big hairdos!" The boy giggled. "I like big hairdos!"

He had a nice smile. It was warm and welcoming. Blaine found himself grinning in return. He did not have many friends his age because most of the people whom he met were his parents' friends. The adults he met had cold, tight smiles and eyes that told Blaine to get lost. He had not been enrolled in school yet because his parents were indecisive about moving away from Lima. So he had barely talked to people his age before. Besides, his parents had taught him so many things that he was almost home-schooled.

But here he was, and he was excited to meet someone new.

"Hey," he said to the boy. "Do you want to see something?"

"Sure!" The boy nodded eagerly. "What is it?" he asked excitedly, jumping up and down.

Blaine reached into his pocket and drew out an amber stone. He placed in the boy's hand and watched as the boy gasped.

"There's an insect stuck inside it!" he exclaimed, holding up the stone for closer inspection. "It has wings!"

Blaine grinned. "Hold it up against the sun."

"Like this?" the boy asked, blocking the sun with the stone. The stone sparkled gleefully in the sunlight. "O-oh! That's beautiful!"

After a few minutes of playing around with the stone, he returned it to Blaine and looked sadly at him. "My mom is coming to pick me up soon."

"Oh." Blaine tried not to let his disappointment show.

"Will you come back again?" the boy asked, his eyes shining and hopeful.

Blaine brightened immediately. "Sure!"

"Tomorrow at this time, okay?"

"Okay!" Blaine beamed, nodding. "I'm Blaine Anderson."

Then a young lady with pale skin just like the boy he had just met called out to him. The boy started to run towards her, waving at Blaine.

"I'm Kurt Hummel!"

"This is your key, Blaine," his father's ex-secretary sighed. "I wish I could help you more, but this is all I can do. It's a shared room, unfortunately. I know how much you dislike sharing things with people. But the rent is insanely high here and this is the nearest dorm to your school and the most affordable."

"It's fine, Lisa," Blaine smiled at her concerned expression. Lisa was one of the adults he actually liked. She was honest and hardworking, and the closest thing Blaine had to a friend. "Thank you. I'll be fine as long as I stay away from that crazy woman. She still has to give me my monthly pocket money. I won't starve."

"Are you sure we shouldn't hand her over to the police? It'll make our lives much easier."

"Nah, unless I get back all my inheritance back from her, I'm not going to let her off."

"Just like your father," Lisa muttered, soft enough to tell Blaine that she didn't mean to let him hear it. She put her hands on his shoulders. "You're going to be alright, right? You'll be all alone here in New York."

He nodded, breaking into a grin. "Hey, it's me we're talking about!"

"Yeah, I know," she said a little wistfully. "I'm going to miss you, Blaine."

"Me, too."

"Call me if anything goes wrong, alright?"

Blaine nodded, smiling dumbly because an involuntary lump had formed in his throat and he definitely did not want Lisa to find out about it. Then they pulled each other into a familiar embrace as they did hundreds of times before. Until someone spoilt the moment for them.

"Well, well, well," a rather high-pitched voice said from behind them. "Look what we have here. Two kids expressing their affections in the middle of the hallway. Oh, no. We can't have that now, can we?"

Blaine pulled apart from Lisa to glare at the person who had spoken. Only, he was pleasantly surprised (or not) to find a very good-looking blue-eyed boy smirking at them. The boy had pale white skin and dark brown hair which was gelled up. When he smiled, or smirked, a dimple appeared occasionally on the right side of his cheek. And he was dressed as though he had just walked out of a fashion show. His white shirt was figure-hugging and looked almost indecent as he leaned against the wall. There were times when Blaine admired boys who wore skinny jeans, but he had never seen one with pants as tight as this boy's. They clutched at his legs as though they were desperate to get closer to him.

Lisa simply stared at him open-mouthed.

"You're the new guy in room 205, right? I'm Kurt Hummel."

Blaine lifted an eyebrow as the boy pointed to the key he held. He looked down at it. Sure enough, a plastic board attached clearly read '205'. He looked up at Kurt again.


The brunette snickered. "Well, hello, clueless new roommate."

"Did you make a new friend, sweetheart?"

"I met an angel today, Mom." Kurt grinned up at his mother happily. "And they do have curly hair!"

"So," Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. Blaine could not help but notice how sexy he looked. Sexy and arrogant. Blaine almost sighed. "This is my side of the room and that is your side. Rule number one, don't touch my things. Especially that wooden box on the table. Rule number two, I know my clothes are tempting, but no trying, no borrowing, no touching. Rule number three, don't get out of the bathroom naked."

"As if I would with another guy in the room," Blaine muttered, rolling his eyes.

"What was that?"


"That's the bathroom in this room. There's a common one, too. That's directly at the end of the left side when you walk out of the door. The common kitchen is five rooms away on the right side but I wouldn't suggest using it unless you've disinfected the entire place and done pest control. There's a library on the ninth and tenth floor and a sound-proof music room on the twelve floor. Questions?"

Blaine shrugged indifferently, dragging his luggage into the room. He had not slept for the past day and a headache was making his blood pound in his head.

"By the way, Curly-hair, where do you go to school?" Kurt asked, sitting down on his bed and crossing his legs daintily. "And how old are you, anyway?"

Sexy, arrogant and annoying.

"I'm sorry," Blaine gritted his teeth. "Are you done talking?"

"Pretty much."

"Great. Now that you're done talking, could you just shut up so that I can catch some shut-eye?"

Kurt's jaw visibly tightened and he looked on the verge of snapping at Blaine with a sarcastic comeback. Blaine groaned.

"Okay, look, I'm sorry," he apologised. "That was unnecessary. But I just had a ten-hour car ride all the way from Ohio and now all I want to do is get some sleep."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at the mention of Ohio, but decided to say nothing about it. "Your bed's over there," he snapped, jutting his chin at one of the beds. "Do as you like."

He flounced off and started typing furiously on his laptop.

"Thank you," Blaine mumbled, truly relieved.

He pulled his luggage down beside his bed and flopped face-down onto the white sheets. A minute later, he was snoring gently, fast asleep.

"Blaine, are we friends?"

"Yup! Of course, we're friends!"

"Can I be your best friend?"

Blaine smiled. "You already are my best friend, silly."

"Oh look, sleeping beauty is finally up."

Blaine started for a moment before he realised he was in New York... with an annoying roommate. He sat up in bed and rubbed at his eyes for a while.

"Bad dreams? You were yelling in your sleep."

"Different bed. Not used to it," he yawned. "What time is it?"


He stared at Kurt incredulously. "You were waiting for me to wake up?"

"You flatter yourself, Anderson." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I had just completed my project which is due tomorrow when you woke up."


"It was written on your luggage," Kurt shrugged. "I figured it was your last name."

Blaine nodded, pulling out his luggage and opening it. The two boys lapsed into silence as they minded their own business. Kurt busied himself with picking out clothes for the next day while Blaine attempted to unpack his belongings.

A low growling sound came from Blaine.

He held a hand to his stomach, biting his bottom lip as he swallowed. That was when Kurt started laughing. He tried to muffle his laughter unsuccessfully by clapping a hand over his mouth, but a giggle had rushed out and he could not contain himself.

"You're hungry!" Kurt said between guffaws. "Oh, God."

Blaine glared at Kurt, angrier at his protesting stomach than the boy who was laughing at him. He willed himself not to blush.

"Uh, is there anything to eat?"

Kurt smiled mischievously. "I'll share my crackers if you share your information, Curly-hair."

"What information?"

"Well, I do want to know that I'm not living with a serial killer, or a psycho." Kurt pulled out a tin of biscuits from his shelf and handed it to Blaine. Blaine mumbled his thanks. "But from what I observe, you're just a kid who dresses less fashionably than my Great-Grandfather did while he was still alive."

Blaine glared at Kurt as he pulled a biscuit out from the tin and munched on it. "My name's Blaine. And I'm neither psycho nor a serial killer, so you don't have to worry about it."


"I'm enrolled in Tisch. Drama department. I transferred from my previous college."

Kurt laughed. "Really? You can act?"

Blaine felt a surge of irritation towards his new roommate. He stuffed a biscuit between his teeth. "Yes," he snapped. "I can act."

Kurt simply grinned. He got up and sashayed over to Blaine, leaning towards him so that their faces were close together. Blaine felt his breath catch; captivated by the way Kurt's bluish-green eyes were staring into his. They were very clear, and the light reflected off its surface in a beautiful manner. Somehow, it felt rather nostalgic, but he could not understand why.

Blaine felt rather nervous. Kurt was leaning closer and closer to him, and Blaine was inching backwards until his back hit his bed. The cracker between his lips was forgotten as his heart pounded in anticipation. Then, Kurt smiled and bit the end off the biscuit between Blaine's lips. He laughed and climbed off Blaine.

"That was the extent of your acting?" Kurt smirked.

"Lisa! LISA!" Blaine shouted breathlessly. "You've got to hear this!"

Lisa lifted her head as Blaine came hurtling through the door. She had just started as an intern in Mr Anderson's company after finishing university. Mr Anderson was tough on his workers, so the job was no simple task. The one thing that never failed to brighten a whole day of hard work was talking to his intelligent yet lonely kid.

"Hey, Blaine!"

"Lisa! You'll never believe this!"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Tell me."

Blaine grinned delightedly, giddy with happiness. "I have a best friend now!"

Blaine smoothed down his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, checking his reflection in the mirror. When he finally felt satisfied with how he looked, he gave a grin and picked his bag off the bed. And almost collided with his roommate as both of them tried to get out of the door. Both boys winced, rubbing their shoulders.

They glared at each other.

"Let me go first," Kurt demanded. "I'm late for class."

"No," Blaine said firmly. "It's my first day of school, and I don't want to be late. I should go first. Now, if you would so kindly get out of the way so that I can open the door..."

"It wouldn't even matter if you were late!" Kurt snapped. "It's your first day, for goodness sake! You're supposed to be late on the first day!"

"Well, I-" Blaine countered, rolling his eyes. "-would like to be early, unlike some people."

He stared pointedly at Kurt, a smirk playing on his lips. Kurt felt his eyes trail towards the slight smile on Blaine's lips and forced himself to glare at Blaine.

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt said between clenched teeth. "Get. Out. Of. My. Way."


Kurt closed his eyes, counting to ten. Then, without warning, he struck Blaine on the left shoulder and pushed him out of the way before opening the door and running down the hallway with a furious Blaine yelling behind him.

"See you, short hobbit!" he shouted as he grinned back at Blaine and waved.

"Why are you so tall?" Kurt asked his new best friend, comparing heights with Blaine, who was half a head taller than himself.

"You're seven, and I'm seven, too!"

Blaine shrugged. "Why are you so short?"

"I don't know!" Kurt frowned, pouting. "My Mom wouldn't tell me. She just laughs every time I ask her!"


A muffled sound escaped from beneath the white covers.


"Shut up and let me sleep!"

"Blaine Anderson, get yourself out of bed right now!"

Blaine threw a pillow at Kurt, testing his patience.

"Fine!" he shouted at Blaine. "You can get kicked out of the dorms for all I care! Your Aunt called the dorms and demanded they throw you out and the damned caretakers are hounding you down. It's none of my business, but they are freaking annoying!"

The half-asleep boy lifted his head unwillingly at the mention of his Aunt. He yawned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes and stumbling out of bed, grumbling.

"You don't have to care about what she says."

"Well, the dorm caretakers care. They've been knocking on our doors for the past two hours and I just managed to pacify them by convincing them that it's a misunderstanding."

Blaine cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" Kurt said defensively. "They were annoying, and you slept like the dead."

Blaine walked over to the mini fridge he got himself two days before and took out the milk carton, pouring himself a glass of milk. When he offered some to Kurt, it was refused. So the two boys sat on their respective sides of the room in an awkward silence.

"She's the reason why my parents are dead."

The words cut into the lingering quietness, and they sounded so normal and were said with such an air of nonchalance that Blaine could have been talking about the taste of his milk. The meaning did not sink in until a minute later and Kurt simply stared at his roommate, wondering why Blaine was telling him this.

"My parents refused to partner her in business because they knew her company was sooner or later on its way to bankruptcy. In a way, they were really cold towards her. But they were business people. She was in trouble, and they were unwilling to lend her money to tide her over," Blaine's face was a blank page. "She was furious."

"And then she killed your parents?" Kurt gasped, shock filling his entire face. If Blaine were actually friends with him, he might have admitted that Kurt's surprised look was adorable, even under the circumstances of what they were talking about.

"Not really. It's just that someone had forgotten to take that particular car for repair, and my Aunt knew it. The brake was faulty," he paused. Kurt tried to read his face for any reaction at all, but it remained emotionless. "It was one car out of eight. They just had to take it. She saw them leave the house in that car. And that was the last anyone ever saw of them."

There was finally a reaction.

It was the smallest glimpse of pain, sadness and regret. But Kurt saw it. There were so many questions in his head, but he did not ask any of them. Instead, he grinned at Blaine.

"Aw. Don't cry, little boy."

There it was. Sarcasm.

Blaine gritted his teeth. "I'm not crying!"

"Yeah," Kurt smirked. "But you want to, don't you?"

Blaine felt extreme irritation overtake his initial pain. Trust his roommate to come up with snark remarks like these when he had just poured out his sorrows. He slammed down his glass of milk so hard that the glass chipped. Then he stormed into the bathroom in hopes that a cool shower will calm him down.

It was not until several months later when he thought back about it, that Blaine realised it felt much better being annoyed than being depressed. It was simply Kurt's twisted way of comforting him.

But for now, he was darn irritated with his roommate.

"Don't cry," Blaine was saying. He was on the verge of tears himself. "Don't cry."

Kurt was sobbing uncontrollably, his little shoulders shaking and his pink cheeks more prominent now than ever. "They took my things and threw them into the mud because they say I look like a girl!" Kurt wailed. "It's not fair! It's not fair!"

Blaine didn't know what to do, so he just sat down beside Kurt and held him gently, the way he had seen some mothers do when their kids cry, the way he had always wanted someone to do for him when he felt sad or scared, the way he wanted to do for Kurt. Just like that, they sat, with their arms around each other in the coolest corner of their 'secret hideout' until Kurt's tears finally ceased.


"Blaine! Get the door!" Kurt yelled from the showers.


"Blaine! Get your ass out of bed and open the door! If they're the caretakers again, I'm not going to get the door for you and negotiate peace with them. Blaine, do you hear me? Get the freaking door!"

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Groggy and grouchy, Blaine pulled himself out of bed, unsure of who he wanted to kill first – Kurt or the pesky doorbell pusher. Muttering profanities under his breath, he undid the lock and opened the door, expecting the caretakers, but found himself staring at a very (extremely) handsome stranger.

He was tall, almost a head taller than Blaine, and had shaggy, dirty blond hair. He looked weary as he peered over Blaine's shoulder with his dark green eyes. Blaine stared at him for a while before realising that the boy was staring at him, too.

"Um," he cleared his throat. "May I help you?"

The boy gave a tired smile. "Does Kurt Hummel still live here?"


He's looking for Kurt.

"And you are?" Blaine asked suspiciously, partially because you should not reveal personal information to strangers, even if it is about your exasperating roommate, and partially curious.

"I'm-" he was suddenly staring over Blaine's head. A fact that Blaine forgot to be annoyed about as he swirled around to see Kurt standing behind him, seemingly shocked speechless.

"Edward..." he whispered so quietly, his face in a complete state of confoundment. He just stood there with his jaw hanging open and a weird look flashing past his eyes.

"Kurt!" Edward breathed, grinning as he absent-mindedly shoved Blaine aside without another look to get to Kurt. "Kurt..."

His voice was filled with endearment.

And Kurt was screaming.

He fell backwards onto the floor, shouting gibberish at no one in particular as he backed away from the boy as fast as he could. "Stay away from me!" he shrieked, just before Edward could touch him. Edward froze. "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Blaine snapped to action. His years of boxing, taekwondo, karate, kick-boxing and judo which his parents had forced him to take up had finally found some use. In two seconds, he had the blond guy pinned on the floor with his hands behind his back. Edward struggled uselessly, yelling at Blaine to let him go.

"Keep struggling and I'll break your arm," Blaine growled ominously.

He stopped immediately.

Kurt was backed up against the wall, his knees pulled up against his chest and shaking violently. Blaine had never seen someone so scared before. Seeing Kurt like this made him feel terrified himself.

"What do you want?" Kurt whispered, tears pooling in his blue eyes. He looked confused. Really confused. "Why did you come back?"

The boy looked pained, but Blaine wasn't sure whether it was from his captured position, or his emotions. He swallowed, looking as though he wanted to cry himself.

"I just wanted to apologise..." his eyes pleaded with Kurt.

Kurt let out a cross between a sob and a derisive snort. "After what you did to me? After what you said to me? You want me to forgive you?"

"I was stupid! I didn't realise what I had. I-I love you, Kurt."

There was a brief silence as all three boys realised what had just been said.

"Get out."

Kurt had spoken so softly that Blaine was barely able to hear it.

"Kurt... Just listen to me..."

"GET OUT!" he yelled, grabbing random objects off his table and throwing them at Edward. Blaine released his hold on the boy to get out of the way of Kurt's fury as Edward raised his arms to block the attacks.

"You said you loved me back then!" Edward was hollering, tears shining in his eyes. "I thought you would understand what I was going through!"

"UNDERSTAND WHAT?" Kurt screamed, his hot tears were falling down his face. "How you flirted with me every single day? How you said it was a mistake to have sex and that I seduced you and turned you gay after you practically came on me? How you were telling me how good it felt to be inside me one night and packing up your bags and disappearing for good the next day after breaking my heart? Or why the hell are you here after a freaking year and telling me you're sorry?"

Edward was weeping now.

Blaine didn't know where to look.

Kurt was breathing heavily, his face red with anger and streaked with tears. "I loved you," he looked painfully at Edward. "But you tore my heart apart."

"You shouldn't have came back. I have someone else in my life now."


Kurt smiled grimly, then he walked over to Blaine and kissed him on the mouth. Blaine was stunned silent. All his mind could register was the taste of Kurt's soft, salty lips against his. Kurt was. And that Kurt was shaking.

Then, Blaine was struck by reality. He broke the kiss, grabbing Kurt by the shoulder and giving him a rough shove. Kurt fell onto the floor, holding his left wrist and grimacing in pain. The door was wide open and Edward was gone.

Kurt received a nasty look from Blaine.

"I can understand the lie you just spun," Blaine said harshly. "But I don't appreciate being used in one of your shenanigans."

"I hate lies."

"I hate lies, too."

"Let's make a promise then!"

"What promise?"

"A promise that even if we lie to the rest of the world, we can't lie to each other."

"Because we're best friends?"

"Because we're best friends."

One held out his hand, the other took it. Both boys linked their pinkies and grinned at each other.

"I promise," they said together.

"I'm sorry."

It was a simple statement. Two words.

Blaine stared at his roommate. "I'm sorry?"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Do you have a twin or something?" Blaine asked suspiciously. "Who are you and what did you do with Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt glared at Blaine. "I'm trying to be nice here!" he snapped. "Forget it! Forget I said anything!"

"I'm not angry anymore, you know?" Blaine shrugged, turning back to his laptop. "It's hard to remain angry at someone you have to face every day. Too troublesome."

There was a rustling sound, a shuffling sound, then Blaine felt a presence beside him. He turned to look up at Kurt. Kurt was holding out a huge plastic bag, his face flushed as he avoided Blaine's eyes.

Blaine lifted an eyebrow. "What is this?"

"Just take it," Kurt insisted, still looking away. "It's a compensation gift."

"Are you trying to bribe forgiveness?"

"No, I just bought it because it looks like you."

Blaine accepted the plastic bag, pulling out a huge red angry bird plush toy. He glared at Kurt. "This looks like me?"

Kurt grinned sweetly. "I figured the eyebrows look pretty much the same. You looked like this yesterday when you were threatening..." he paused. "That bastard."

"See? I'm doing you a favour," Kurt shrugged. "Now, you don't have to look into the mirror anymore!"

Blaine tried to keep up with his glare, but Kurt looked so adorably smug that he cracked up. Then Blaine was chasing Kurt around the room, and Kurt was dodging him with attacks by random objects he picked up. They winded up on the floor, rolling over each other and laughing as they tickled the hell out of one another. It was the first time that Blaine felt as though they could actually be friends.

The next day when Kurt woke up, he found Blaine gone and the same huge plastic bag placed beside his bed. He opened it to find a green pig plush toy and a card.

The card said:

I bought it because it looks like you when you cried.

(P.S. Now you no longer need mirrors as well.)

(P.P.S Isn't he cute? It's a compliment.)

Cheers, B.A.

For the first time in that year, Kurt felt his lips twitch upwards involuntarily. But that simple action pooled all the determination he needed – to prevent himself from getting too close to Blaine.



"Why are boys not allowed to play with girls and wear frilly dresses and high-heels?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe the adults are scared that we might turn into girls."

"But we won't!" Kurt's voice had taken on an alarmed tone.

"I'm sure we won't!" Blaine hurried to reassure his friend, even though he wasn't all that sure himself.

"But the other boys in class won't talk to me because they say I'm a girl."

"You're not a girl," Blaine said firmly. "And if all the other boys and girls don't talk to you, I will."

The first thing Blaine did when he returned back to his dorm room was stare. Apparently he had chosen to enter at a wrong moment. A terribly wrong moment.

Kurt was on the floor.

With a guy.

On top of him.

They were kissing.

Blaine's jaw dropped. And so did the files and his laptop he held in his hands. Finally the two boys looked up and the stranger had the decency to blush and straighten his clothes. The three of them stared awkwardly at each other. Blaine felt the world swirl a little as the feeling of déjà vu struck him. The blond boy mumbled something to Kurt before rushing out of the door.

Kurt smiled and gave a little wave after him, then he looked at Blaine.


"What was that?"

Kurt laughed deliriously. "That," he said, smirking. "Was one hot make out session."

Blaine was on the verge of explosion.

"Until you chose to step in and ruin everything, of course."

"Are you drunk?"

"Haven't had a sip of alcohol."

"What happened to the screaming and crying the other day about that other guy?" Blaine struggled not to shout at Kurt. "Or maybe you forgot how terribly freaked out you were? Or how angry or scared or lost you were?"

Kurt glared at Blaine. "You think that after we give one plush toy to each other, we're now friends or something? Dream on, hobbit."

Blaine was so frustrated that his mind was blanking out. It would be only a while more before he would lose it. So he smiled, that gentlemanly smile he had perfected from meeting hundreds of snobbish, fake people over the years.

"I wasn't hoping to be your friend, honey," he smiled sweetly. "I just didn't want my room to be used as a love hotel."

"Well, darling, " Kurt smirked. "You were the one who fought to convince the caretakers to reject all calls and requests from your Aunt. Too bad your persuasive skills are so good, then."

Blaine was so ticked off by that last comment that he forgot to watch where he was going and tripped over his laptop. He landed unglamorously on the floor with a face burning with anger and humiliation, its flames ceaselessly fanned by Kurt's uncontained howls of laughter.

"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Blaine demanded childishly.

Kurt continued sulking.

"I waited for you!"

"You weren't!"Kurt finally said.

"I was!"



"You were with someone else!"

"I wanted you to meet him, Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed. "Wes is my neighbour from across the street."

"I don't like him."

"You haven't even met him yet!"

"But you're my best friend, Blaine! You looked so happy when you were playing with him. Is he your best friend now?"

"No! Wes is just a friend. You will always be my only best friend, Kurt."

"Oh," Kurt said in a small voice. "I'm sorry, Blaine."

"You will always be my only best friend, too."

"He is the most annoying, most arrogant, self-centred person I've ever met. Just talking to him sends my blood-pressure sky-high! You've met him, Lisa. You've seen that smirk on his face. And I'm telling you, it's permanently present! Ugh, this is infuriating."

"Well," Lisa said calmly. "Why don't you call up the dorm caretaker and request for a change of rooms? I gave you the number."

"I did!"

"And they said?"

"They said being irritated by your roommate was not enough of a reason to switch rooms! The nerve of it."

Lisa started laughing.

"Stop laughing! I'm pissed here!"

"I know, I know. It's just that, Blaine, you haven't been this pissed at someone like this in the longest time."

"I was plenty pissed with that crazy woman."

"No, that was rage. You were angry at her, for her betrayal. Now you're childishly pissed," she giggled. "You seem more like a teen now, Blaine."

Blaine gritted his teeth. "It's amazing how someone from over five hundred miles can still manage to irritate me."

"One of the many wonders of technology."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "I'm going to take a bath and get some breakfast. Talk to you soon."

The bathroom door opened and Kurt walked out, a towel slung over his shoulders and his hair still dripping wet. Blaine ended the call to find Kurt looking curiously at him.

"What?" he demanded.

"It's that girl from the first day, right? Is she your girlfriend or something?"

"Yes, she's that girl. No, she's not my girlfriend," Blaine grabbed his towel and clothes off his bed and stalked towards the bathroom.

"Are you interested in older girls, then?"

Blaine clenched the doorknob tightly, his eyes flashing. "No, I am not interested in older girls or younger girls or any girl at all." He turned to look at Kurt.

"I'm gay."

Then he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

Blaine was upset.

Lisa could guess the reason of all of Blaine's moods by now. It was all linked to a certain person – Kurt. To some extent, Lisa wondered what Kurt looked like, or what he talked with Blaine about. There were vast changes to Blaine since he had made friends with Kurt.

Changes that even the Andersons had spotted. Changes they did not approve of.

Blaine had become more outspoken, stronger in his beliefs and attitude and in a way, more childishly stubborn. The Andersons, however, preferred the term 'rebellious'. But Blaine was visibly happier, showing more genuine smiles rather than those adult-emulated tight smiles she so often noticed. Blaine seemed more like a seven-year-old than a man in his mid-thirties.

"What's wrong, Blaine?"

He pouted, sulking. "Kurt's sick."

"Do you want to visit him, then?" she offered. "I could bring you to visit him."

Blaine pondered for a moment, clearly tempted. But he shook his head.

"No, Kurt said if I got sick too, we won't be able to meet both today and tomorrow. I'll wait one more day for him to get better. He promised that he would take his medicine and get well by tomorrow."

Lisa laughed, hugging a bewildered Blaine who wondered what he had done to deserve the hug. She had not even met Kurt before, but as far as Blaine was concerned, Lisa was grateful for Kurt's existence.

"Alright, curly-haired gay kid. I have a proposition to make."

"You've switched back to the original name-calling. I sense sarcasm in the near future," Blaine rolled his eyes as he looked up from his book, using his elbows to prop himself up on bed. "What? You want to change rooms now because me being gay makes you uncomfortable? Go ahead, switch rooms. I'll be happy to accommodate."

"No," Kurt replied sharply. "If that's what you're worried about, I'm gay as well."

"Oh, really?" Blaine's voice dripping sarcasm, turning back to his book. "I sure didn't notice."

"Anyway," Kurt continued, ignoring Blaine's previous remark. "I was about to ask if you would accompany me somewhere."

Blaine pulled his book away from his face and stared at Kurt. "You want me to accompany you somewhere."

It was a statement, not a question.

Kurt nodded.

"Oh, God!" Blaine fell back onto his pillow. "Okay, look here. I don't go shopping, I don't go to fashion parades, I don't go to... Oh my God, you're thinking that being gay now makes us friends. Oh God, oh God..."

Kurt tapped his foot impatiently.

Blaine sighed, knowing he could no longer escape the conversation. "Well, where do you want to go?"


"The gay bar?"

"You're from Ohio, so you should know about it. There's a recently opened branch here in New York."

"Wait, you were all irritating towards me and constantly adding fuel to my daily frustrations and now you want me to be your date to a gay bar?"

"No, not date." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just someone that I could go with so I don't have to turn up alone and sad-looking."

"Normal people call that a date."

"Fine, whatever. Would you be my date to Scandals? We could be each other's date until we reach there and find other people when we're there."

"I don't know."

"Come on, Blaine. Live a little!"

Blaine felt his heart skip a beat when Kurt called his name. It was the first time someone drawled out his name like that. It made all sorts of lewd thoughts spring up into his head. But it was the roommate he wanted to kill daily. Blaine forced himself to turn back to his book.

"Okay," he finally said, after Kurt refused to budge from that spot.

Kurt raised his eyebrows, his face lighting up. "Okay?"

He earned a death glare.

"Yes, okay!" Blaine said impatiently. "Quit asking before I change my mind!"

The two of them were lying down on the sand side by side, facing the sky.

"It's so pretty."

"The sky?"


"It's the colour of your eyes."

Kurt giggled, sitting up. "Really?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, closing his eyes. "They're really pretty."

Kurt was dancing with another guy.

If Blaine caught his name properly over the blasting music, the boy's name was Steven. He was blond, with a tall, muscular built and touchy hands. It had been barely five minutes after they met when he had his hands all over Kurt. But then again, Kurt was dressed so provocatively in those leather-tight jeans that Blaine would have liked his hands around him as well.

Blaine sighed, tugging at his curls in frustration. He had no idea why he was here, getting jealous of a stranger who had his hands all over his roommate. But Kurt was doing the sexiest moves Blaine had ever seen while wearing an expression that would turn any straight guy gay. It was no wonder that Steven guy was constantly trying to grind against him.

"Hey, beautiful."

Blaine swirled around to see a tall, lean brunette smiling at him. "Hi," he said glumly.

"Your boyfriend over there?" he jutted his chin towards Kurt and Steven.

"No, no. My roommate."

"Ah," the boy nodded. "The best place to be if you need a sex buddy."

Blaine laughed. "It's not like that between us. We can barely stand each other!"

"Well, I think he's stupid to give sex like you up for that bull-dozer," the boy grinned, holding out a hand. "I'm Sebastian Smythe."

"Blaine Anderson," Blaine shook his hand, smiling.

Sebastian ordered two beers and insisted on paying. They talked as they drank. Very soon, each of them had downed two bottles and were on their third. They were of the same age but Sebastian had taken a year off studying to go travelling. Blaine rather enjoyed talking to Sebastian.

"So how about it?"




"You're pretty, and you look like you like what you see in me," Sebastian shrugged. "Why not?"

Blaine took a swing of the bitter liquid, laughing. "Are you serious?"

Sebastian put down his almost finished bottle of beer and leaned over Blaine, placing both hands at Blaine's sides. Then he traced one hand on Blaine's thigh and another on his waist, his eyes staring into Blaine's the whole time.

"Wait, Sebastian." Blaine shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe we shouldn't do this."

"Why?" Sebastian drawled against his ear. "Because of him? You were staring at him the whole time."

"What? No!" Blaine said a little too quickly. "I mean, we only just got to know each other."

"It doesn't matter, Blaine. Isn't life about living for the moment?"

"You're leaving New York tomorrow. I am not having a one-night stand."

"Just relax, Blaine. I'll make you feel good."

Sebastian had started to nibble on his earlobe, his hands trailing around the sensitive parts of Blaine's body. Blaine jumped as Sebastian slid his knee between his legs and started rubbing gently. Despite himself, Blaine could feel his lower body react.

"Sebastian," he resisted, trying to work some strength the alcohol had taken from him into his hands unsuccessfully. "Sebastian, stop! STOP!"

Then suddenly, Sebastian was roughly pulled off him and someone was dragging him away by the hand. Blaine felt his mind go fuzzy as they started running out of the bar. That was a warm hand holding his and Blaine felt almost comforted by its strong hold on him.

"Where are your parents?" Kurt asked. "Why don't they come and fetch you every day?"

Blaine shrugged. "They're rich. I guess rich people pay other people to drive them around. That's what my parents do."

"But your car is so cool!"

"We have at least six of them," Blaine boasted proudly.

"They're not like the cars my Dad repairs. Yours look better."

"Hey, you should come over to play one day. I have this huge set of trains that fill up an entire room."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "You're kidding!"

"No, it's true!"

"Well, I wish my parents were as rich as yours," Kurt sighed wistfully.

Blaine sighed as well. "I wish my Mom came to fetch me every day."


Kurt was yelling and Blaine was trying his best to decipher what he was saying without his head spinning.

"Shh..." he said. "You'll wake up the neighbours."

"I don't care if I wake up the neighbours! Blaine Anderson, I can't believe you would get so wasted, you let a guy do anything to you. What if he had really taken advantage of you?"

Blaine glared menacingly at Kurt, his teeth clenched. "Who was the one who wanted to go there in the first place?"

"You could have said no!"

"Who was the one dancing so provocatively with a stranger that he had met for less than a few minutes?"

"T-that's how you get to know people!"

Blaine was so frustrated he stood there with his death glare, not saying a word.

"You should-" Kurt began, but he was cut off when Blaine hurtled towards him, grabbing him by the shoulders. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut as his back slammed against the door, waiting for the punch to come.

Instead, Blaine's lips were on his.

Blaine was kissing him hungrily, tugging at his clothes to pull him closer. He pressed his mouth insistently on Kurt's soft lips. To his surprise, Kurt started kissing Blaine back. Blaine's lips tasted heavily of alcohol, but that was the last thought on Kurt's mind. There were tingles everywhere Blaine had feverishly touched. His arms, his hips, the small of his back, the nape of his neck. He could feel the heat from Blaine's body as he pressed against him.

There were hands everywhere, sliding down his chest, groping his back, tangling in his hair. Blaine felt his entire body heat up in response to Kurt's touch. He shuddered, feeling electricity creep up the walls of his stomach.

They both pulled away at the same time, panting in half-disbelief of what had just happened, eyes ladened with intense desire.

"You're hard," Kurt said softly, looking down at Blaine's pants.

Blaine looked down at himself, then at Kurt. He grinned. "So are you."

The two boys melted together again, fighting to get a taste of each other and tugging at the distracting layers of clothes. Blaine pulled Kurt into the further into the room and onto his bed, still trying to tear off his clothes.

"I've wanted to do this since that day, since the first day I met you," Blaine murmured between kisses. "And I wanted you to continue so badly that day when you kissed me. I wanted to do it again tonight."

"So did I."

Blaine stopped, staring into Kurt's beautiful blue eyes and wondering if he misheard it.

"I imagined he was you," Kurt said breathlessly. "I imagined you were dancing with me instead of him."

Blaine said nothing. Instead, he trailed a line of fluttery soft kisses down Kurt's jaw and onto his neck. Then he clamped his mouth over a vein on Kurt's neck and sucked hard as Kurt wriggled in pain and pleasure. He finally removed his mouth and grinned at Kurt.

They both stripped down until only their underwear was left. Then Blaine climbed on top of Kurt and pressed their bodies together. Kurt let out a soft moan, which only spurred Blaine on more. Their lips met again. As their tongues touched, Blaine felt his world explode into sparks and tingles that ran everywhere under his skin. He let out a deep groan and shifted his hips so that he was rubbing his hardened front against Kurt.

"You feel amazing," Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips, his voice hoarse.

Kurt gasped, panting as Blaine pulled down his underwear and pressed his mouth against Kurt's cock. He threw his head backwards and moaned loudly.

"The neighbours are going to hear you," Blaine teased.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, his eyes half-closed and swollen lips slightly parted. "They won't know who it was," he breathed, grinning.

Blaine's only reply was to take Kurt into his mouth and slide his tongue over the most sensitive part of Kurt, licking, sucking and biting it over and over again as Kurt dissolved into a series of grunts and whimpers with each flick of the tongue.

"Stop!" Kurt begged. "Not so hard, please!"

Blaine smiled slyly. "How about I make you scream louder and the neighbours will know who you are?"

Kurt pulled Blaine against him and kissed him on the mouth, nibbling on his bottom lip the way he had seen Blaine do whenever he was on the verge of shouting at Kurt for being so annoying. Kurt did not know why he enjoyed teasing Blaine so much. Maybe it was because he wanted to see some sort of life in him. He seemed so stoic and lost in his own world that Kurt felt like he had to find a way to break into that ice palace.

Instinctively, Kurt realised that he should not be doing this with Blaine. He had reasoned it out with himself the first day Blaine appeared, because Blaine was the kind of person that Kurt could lose himself to, and he did not want a repeat of what happened with Edward. Only, Blaine would not do that to him... right?

Now Blaine had grabbed their dicks and started rubbing them together. Kurt felt his mind go blank as the sheer intensity of his hot touch claimed his full attention. Vaguely, he heard Blaine's groans sounding suspiciously like his name. Kurt reached out to clench Blaine's shoulder, wrapping his arms around them as he pressed their chests together.

Blaine started to rock his hips against Kurt as he jerked them off.

"Blaine. Blaine. Blaine..." he gasped. "Faster... please..."

Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes, now barely opened with tortured pleasure. "You remind me of someone I've met before."


"But I can't remember who."

"Mood-spoiler," Kurt grumbled.

Blaine laughed, the vibrations of his laughter were directly felt by Kurt's lower portion which was still pressed against his hand. Kurt shuddered, a whimper escaping his lips. He swore as Blaine started pumping faster and faster, fingers moving deftly over their sensitive skin.

Then suddenly he was there. Kurt cried out as climax struck him hard. A few seconds later, Blaine shuddered as he came, his hands tirelessly moving over their hot, hot skin. Both boys panted, heaving deep breaths as blood pounded in them. Just like how it started, it ended with a kiss.

"Does your Mom kiss you goodnight every day?"

Kurt nodded. "So does my Dad. They bring in my little bear and take turns kissing me on the forehead."

"My parents have never kissed me goodnight before."

Blaine looked so crestfallen that Kurt felt a twinge of guilt. So he stood up and grinned at his best friend.

"Well, if your Mom and Dad don't kiss you," Kurt beamed. "I'll kiss you."

With that, he leaned down and kissed Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine was mumbling something.


He blushed harder, looking away from Kurt. "I said, I'm sorry about last night!"


That one word was said so plainly, so simply, so indifferently, that Blaine almost winced. Kurt pulled the covers off himself and walked to his 'side' of the room, stark naked.

"It's fine. I don't remember it anyway."

Blaine stared at his roommate. Kurt had practically confessed to him when they made out the previous day. And now he was saying he forgot everything?

"You weren't even drunk!" he exclaimed without thinking, before mentally knocking himself on the head.

Kurt glared at him. "For your information, Steven and I shared more than a couple of drinks while we danced."

Blaine felt a surge of frustration rise in his stomach. He got out of his bed and pulled on his pants, tugging on them in a futile attempt to get them on. His hands were shaking. But Blaine did not know whether it was his frustration at work, or because of the eventful night before.

"Well, too bad I prevented you from getting into bed with Steven yesterday!" Blaine spat.

"Yeah, it might have been more satisfying."

That was it.

Blaine jumped up, knocking over a lamp and kicking away his shirt on the floor. He was over Kurt in a thrice, pinning him down under his strong clutch on Kurt's bed. If Kurt had felt any sort of intimidation or startled, he was a pretty darn good actor. Instead, Kurt laughed.

"You want to hit me?" Kurt breathed, giving short, sharp snorts. "Go ahead."

Blaine was aware of the way his own breath was coming out in short rasps as he glared at Kurt. His eyes flashed angrily, but he was surprised when the expected anger did not come. Instead, there was this great desire to continue where they left off the night before.

The only 'anger' he felt branched from the fact that Kurt had compared him to Steven and successfully got him jealous. Plus he was pissed at his raging, uncontrolled junior member.

Their faces were so close. They were too close for comfort.

Just as Blaine recognised this truth, Kurt had wriggled out of his grasp and began licking the underside of his jaw. Blaine let out a groan before he could stop himself. Kurt smiled against Blaine's neck, tracing his tongue in random patterns around it before planting his mouth on the soft skin just above his collar-bone. The gentle pain gave way to pleasure and Blaine felt himself getting hard again.

Then, as if what had just happened was nothing, Kurt pulled himself out of Blaine's hold and slid into his dresser seat, beginning his routine facial. He looked into the mirror at a stunned Blaine, and tapped the hickey on his neck, grinning.