Kurt winced as the door to the apartment down the hall slammed shut and a drunk couple stumbled around, leaving the party to do god knows what. He winced again as someone from inside the apartment turned the music up past its already insane volume. He grabbed the extra pillow from next to where he lay and smashed his face into it, holding it so that it covered his ears. He had an important business presentation to attend in the morning and he needed his beauty sleep. Kurt Hummel could not get up in front of the room of executives at one of the country's top fashion companies to pitch his idea for his first clothing line looking like a zombie.
He already knew he was going to hate this new neighbor, whatever his name was- he couldn't be bothered to remember, and this guy had lived in the building for a possible total of fourteen hours. "That's got to be a new record…" Kurt mumbled to himself. He had passed by the apartment that morning and it had still been empty, quiet, and peaceful, just like it had been for the many months since the last occupant moved out. Just how he liked it. When he arrived home that afternoon, however, there was a major difference. Music had been playing from a stereo system set up in one corner of the apartment and a cardboard box held the door open. A group of men who looked to be in their mid-20s, near his age, but acted like they were still teenagers, danced in and out of, as well as around, the apartment and sang in perfect harmony as they started unpacking the new occupant's stuff.
Kurt reflected back on the scene from earlier, trying to remember if the group had indicated which man the apartment now belonged to. He really hoped it wasn't all… five, perhaps? of them. Kurt had moved to New York City after high school, like he had always dreamed, and had attended NYU with Rachel. The two had shared a small apartment (a special gift from her two dads) but a year after graduating, Kurt felt it was time to be on his own; he had gotten his own apartment, where he had lived for the past three years. He had always enjoyed the peaceful environment of the building (if any place in New York City could be described as peaceful). There was no way he was letting some rowdy guys ruin that for him.
After putting up with this stupid music at increasingly obnoxious volumes and the sounds of drunken laughter and hook-ups for another 45 minutes, he had reached his limit. He didn't even care who saw him in his old, faded McKinley High School sweatpants (that he would never be caught wearing in public) as he stormed out of his apartment, down the hall, and began beating on the door to apartment 7B. A few seconds of knocking took place before a smiling blond guy opened the door, a red plastic cup in hand.
"Hey, man, you here for the party? Come on in!" He motioned for Kurt to come inside, but Kurt just crossed his arms over his chest and slipped into full-bitch mode, giving him a tired glare.
"I am not coming to join this insane party, I'm here to try to put an end to it! Is this your apartment?"
The blond boy smiled, obviously slightly drunk, and threw an arm around Kurt's shoulders; he nearly spilled whatever concoction was in his cup as he spun Kurt towards the kitchen. "Come on, dude. Join us!"
"You didn't answer my question," Kurt said as he pulled away, once again glaring.
"Sorry, man. No, this isn't my apartment. My friends and I were helping an old buddy move in today and when we finished we wanted to celebrate! I'm Jeff, by the way," Jeff offered a slight smile, obviously uncomfortable under Kurt's heavy stare.
"JEFF! Duuuude!" A brunet boy slurred from across the room, waving an old record in the air. "You 'member when we auditioned for the Warblers and both sang this song?" He laughed, turning back to what looked like a very extensive record collection. Jeff nodded, a smile crossing his face at the memory as he turned back to Kurt, who delicately raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not meaning to forget or neglect my original intentions for coming over here, but did he say you two auditioned for the Warblers? As in the Glee club from that private school in Westerville, Ohio?"
"Yeah!" Jeff's entire face lit up at Kurt's connection. "Dalton," he paused. "How did you know that?"
Kurt snorted as he remembered his junior year of high school and how they had competed against the Warblers. "I'm from Ohio, actually. I went to McKinley, in Lima? I'm pretty sure we beat you in the show choir competition back during my junior year."
"If I recall correctly, we tied," an African-American man emphasized, suddenly appearing next to Jeff. "Don't mind me, just getting Wes another drink," he pointed to an Asian looking man leaning against the back of the couch, trying to hit on a couple girls and rolled his eyes. "Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm David, are you a friend of Jeff's?" he turned and extended a hand to Kurt, giving him a genuine smile to accompany his questioning glance.
"Kurt. Pleasure. No, I actually live in the apartment next door and couldn't sleep due to this damn noise coming from right down the hall," Kurt winced as the words left his mouth. These people were really friendly; it made him feel bad for wanting to yell at them so badly. "So, is this your apartment or…" Kurt started, but trailed off as Jeff shook his head in response for David.
"No, I live a few blocks away actually. I was just here today with Jeff, Wes, and Nick," he waved his hand in the direction of each man as he said their name, the last being the drunk guy with the records, "helping a really good pal move in. We all live in the city, but he's just moved here from Chicago so we wanted to make sure he got situated well. And by situated, we obviously mean trashing his new apartment and pissing off all his neighbors. Sorry about that. Speak of the devil!" David smiled at someone behind Kurt, motioning for him to turn around, before continuing. "This is our friend and the proud owner of this lovely apartment…"
Kurt turned around, prepared to bitch to his new neighbor about his lack of control over his friends, but was met with the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes and most sincere smile he had ever seen in his life.
"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson."
A/N: Hey, guys! This is a new fic I had an idea for. It came out of my insomniatic brain. I know this first chapter is short, but don't worry- there's a LOT more coming soon :) This is the first fic I've actually fully written and planned on letting people read, so I really hope everyone enjoys it. Also, it's rated M because there will be (an attempt at) smut in later chapters. If that's not your cup of tea, I understand, and thanks anyway!