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Prologue


It's loud to the point of being almost deafening as Kurt drags Blaine through the throngs of people–honestly how the hell can Brittany know so many freaking people?-trying to get them both outside to some sort of relative peace.

The party is over the top in a way that only Brittany ever seems to be able to achieve, and it would be tacky if it wasn't so innately Brittany. Kurt tows Blaine past at least two couples doing body shots, one girls who's already so drunk that she's taken off her top, and he's pretty sure that someone has managed to wrap Lord Tubbington completely in pink and green streamers, before they they finally make it outside.

Kurt takes a deep breath of clean air as he steps out onto the porch and pulls Blaine tightly into his arms. It's the first chance they've really gotten to be alone since Kurt's plane got in that morning, so he's ready for any private time with Blaine as he can get, even if private in this context means hiding away on the less crowded porch of Brittany's Hey Look, Guys. I Finally Graduated party.

"I missed you so much," Kurt breathes against the side of Blaine's hair, the curls now free from their gelled prison after one too many drinks got Blaine loosened up enough to dance and sweat away some of the gel.

Blaine's quick to smile widely and tighten his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "I missed you, too." His voice gets impossibly brighter and he pulls back to bounce on the balls of his feet as his smile widens. "And now I'll never have to miss you again!"

Kurt answers with a bright, easy peal of laughter and kisses Blaine quickly on the lips. "Now you never have to miss me again," he repeats. His lips twitch down in concern and Blaine cocks his head to the side, his eyes dimming at Kurt's apparent change in mood, but Kurt's quick to soothe. "I'm so excited to be starting our life together," And God if Blaine's face lights up into a smile that could give the sun a run for its money, and Kurt can't help but lean forward and kiss him.

He breathes a dramatic sigh against Blaine's lips. "I just wish that there wasn't the distinct possibility that we'll have to start our lives together living in a box in Central Park."

Blaine huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "I'm sure we're not going to end up in a box, sweetheart." He kisses Kurt on the lips and earns himself a small smile. "But, even if we did. There's no one else I'd rather share a box with than you, Mr. Hummel."

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt says softly, shaking his head in wonderment.

"I love you, too," Blaine answers with a wide smile that quickly turns conspiratorial. "And just think, with Rachel moving out, we're going to have an apartment all to ourselves."

Well, there's a fun thought, Kurt realizes. With all the worry about how in the hell they're going to pay rent on the tiny apartment while balancing school and work as well as grocery shopping and all the other domestic tasks, he'd overlooked the fact that an apartment he was supposed to share with Blaine and Rachel minus the Rachel just left himself and Blaine...in an empty apartment.

No parents, no curfews, just uninterrupted alone time. Suddenly, everything feels just a little less dramatic as he considers all the surfaces in the house he and Blaine can defile. He rocks forward and decides to silently let Blaine in on his train of thought, kissing him on the lips in a way that's a little awkward because they're both giggling like twelve year olds, but completely perfect nonetheless as kissing Blaine always seems to be.

"Well, isn't this cute..."

Kurt's spine stiffens and he moves minutely to stand in front of Blaine defensively as he recognizes the smug voice. "What the hell do you want, and why in god's name to you have the audacity to try and talk to us about it?"

"Settle down, princess," Sebastian dismisses with a wave of his hand. "I know you hate me, and trust me, I don't care much for you either," Blaine opens his mouth to speak, but Sebastian cuts him off. "but I overheard Streisand Jr. inside talking about moving out and worrying about how the two of you pretty ponies are going to pay the rent without her-"

"And where exactly does that concern you?" Kurt asks snidely, crossing his arms.

"Well, through an unfortunate circumstance, I'm pretty much in the same boat right now," Sebastian confesses, shifting his weight awkwardly and looking down at his feet as he kicks at the wood of the patio.

Kurt can't help his curiosity, and before he realizes it, he finds himself asking, "What happened?"

Defensiveness flashes in Sebastian's eyes and he squares his shoulders. "If you must know. I told my father that I didn't want to be a lawyer and dropped out of law school, so he got pissed and took my money away."

Blaine steps out from behind Kurt and glares at Sebastian, unmoved by his story. "So, what is it that you want, Sebastian?"

"You guys need another roommate. I need a place to stay-"

Kurt throws his head back and laughs, shaking his head as he opens his mouth to speak only to be cut off by Sebastian lifting his hand and asking, "Hear me out," so Kurt crosses his arms and looks on in disbelief and amusement.

"I have no intention of trying to be friends—or even like—either of you. I'd be there as little as possible, believe me. This makes sense. You guys need a roommate to pay the rent, and I make just enough to scrape together the money to pay the rent for the charming little shitbox apartment that I'm sure you two have."

Suddenly, Kurt can see that, as much as he might hate it, Sebastian does have a point. They do need someone to help pay the rent, and someone who would be in the apartment as little as possible was definitely a plus. Blaine is apparently on the same track.

"You'd have the rent money on the third?"

"Yeah. That wouldn't be a problem. I'd pay for my own food-"

"You're damn right you would," Kurt adds petulantly, and he hates the fact that he's actually considering this. He turns around to see Blaine's face is contemplative and resigned. They'd talked about needing a roommate to make ends meet, but neither of them ever expected for Sebastian to be a likely candidate. Admittedly, it would make sense. They knew Sebastian, and even though he was an insufferable asshole, the odds of him turning out to be an ex-con or some kind of a drug dealer with ties to the mob were slim to nil.

With a resigned sigh, Kurt rolls his eyes. "I'm going to regret this more than I've ever regretted anything in my entire life; I'm sure of it. Be in Blaine's driveway on September first at noon. If you're not there at exactly noon, we're leaving without you."

Sebastian crosses his arms, looking very much like a moody brat. "Fine."

"Fine."

Kurt takes Blaine's hand to drag him back toward the party, suddenly not as interested in privacy as much as getting the hell away from Sebastian, and he can't help but wonder if he has any idea what he's just gotten himself and Blaine into.