A/N: Okay, so this is a fic I started writing on Tumblr and will continue to write on Tumblr. I just wanted somewhere a little more permanent to put it.

I'm uploading everything I've written on it so far in one go. The chapters are really short because I've been trying to get them out there, but I'll make them a little longer now.

So without further ado, enjoy :)

I can't handle it. I'm going to drive my pen through my head if I have to deal with this again. Every thirty seconds he makes that goddamn popping sound with his lips. It was tolerable the first few times. Every time after that has made me imagine a different cartoon near-death scenario. Anvils, rock-falls, giant holes – no Tom and Jerry antic has remained unexplored. Blaine Anderson, in my imagination, lives in a perpetual state of stars around his head.

I think back to that blissful time, after I had settled in to my new room and before Blaine had arrived. To that glorious time when it looked as though he would never show up. To that time of pure and uninterrupted happiness when I had an entire room to myself. To that time when I didn't have to worry about disturbing someone else when I stuck to my schedule. To that time when I didn't have to worry about the possibility of someone coming into the room at three in the morning completely trashed and puking all over the carpet. To that time before Blaine.

Oh my god, there's that popping again and I swear that this time I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

I stand up from my desk and actually knock over my chair I'm so frustrated. Blaine jumps. Good.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask as I stand in front of him with my arms folded.

"Is there a problem, Kurt?" he asks, looking up at me with such a sincere and concerned look that I momentarily forget to be mad at him.

The other annoying thing about Blaine is that he's completely gorgeous. There's no way of getting around it. He has the most amazing olive skin (that's perfect even though he uses a quarter of the product I use), amazing curly hair that he unfortunately slicks down with so much gel that I'm convinced he is solely to blame for Global Warming, and the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen on any human being.

By all accounts, he is my ideal guy and I know for a fact that he is gay. I just can't overcome the small things I see because I'm in his face all the time. It's like being a married couple without any of the benefits - just living with someone against your will and having to deal with their annoying habits as best you can.

I stare him down. I refuse to let his good looks and charm win, but I find it so impossible. He probably doesn't even realise he's irritating. And wasn't it me who Rachel was telling off the other day for tapping my foot on the leg of the table? I bite my lip because I actually have no room to speak.

"Kurt?" Blaine asks again and he sounds so concerned that I can't just yell at him.

"I'm just… can you… can I ask you to stay up in case I need a lift home?" I ask pathetically. "I'm going out."

"I… sure," says Blaine with that smile that always makes me forget how much he irritates me, how much he grates on me, how many times he's died a cartoon death.

Well now I've stepped in it. Now I have to go out. And it's Finn and Rachel's date night so they're out of the question.

I guess I'm trying out some of the local night life.

Kurt Hummel – party person extraordinaire.