This is my first fic, and I got the idea from a prompt sent in to foraworldundeserving's story, Kiss. (Chapter 219). That is basically it, so I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter one

Can you get the mail on your way in? – Kurt

Blaine smiled down at his phone. How did Kurt always know exactly when he arrived in the building? Ever since he and Kurt had moved into their New York apartment together after College graduation, they had realised that they were perfect for each other. As roommates. Nothing more. Blaine shook his head violently to snap out of the fantasy his brain was luring him into. Of course they were just roommates. And friends, of course, but to think that there was something more would just end in disappointment for Blaine, after all, Kurt was… Kurt, and Blaine was just some shmuck who up until recently had worked in an advertising firm, only to get fired due to budget cuts.

In fact, it was a miracle that Kurt had let him stay in the apartment. Sure, Blaine had enough money to pay the rest of the month's rent, but both he and Kurt knew full well that he wasn't going to get a job in time to pay next month's. Times were tough, after all. When he had brought this up with Kurt, however, he had been greeted with one of Kurt's most incredulous expressions and the all-famous raised eyebrow. Kurt had assured him that he could stay for as long as he wanted, regardless of his employment status. This expression of kindness left Blaine with a little less wind in his lungs and a few more butterflies in his stomach, not to mention the lack of words from his extensive vocabulary to describe his gratitude to Kurt.

Blaine grinned goofily at the memory while he opened his and Kurt's mailbox. Peering in, he was greeted with the sight of six pristine white envelopes patiently awaiting his arrival. He grabbed them and leafed through the pile on his way to the apartment, smiling knowingly at the five out of six envelopes that were addressed to Kurt. Try as he might, Kurt just couldn't seem to escape the more committed Broadway fans, and as much as Blaine tried to blame them, he really couldn't, seeing as he himself was such a fan of Kurt as well; both as a person and a Broadway star.

Upon opening the door to the apartment, Blaine was smacked in the face by a wave of magnificent aromas. Various spices intermingled with regular herb scents made Blaine's mouth water, and he was once again left grinning in amazement at Kurt's never-ending list of skills.

"Something smells amazing!" Blaine exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, mail in hand.

Kurt turned to him with a broad smile, "Hey! I'm cooking Thai chicken curry for dinner. It should be ready in about five minutes."

"Sounds good," he said, handing Kurt his five letters while claiming his own for himself, "I'll just change my top and be back in a sec."

Blaine left the room knowing that Kurt would understand his lack of conversation. It wasn't that he had been to a job interview and didn't want to talk about it; it was that he honestly wanted to change shirts before he did. Blaine had always hated formal clothes, and the fact that he was dressed in "smart casual" (honestly, what did that even mean?) left him tugging the shirt off before he even reached his room. After living with Kurt for a year and four years of college before that, they had begun to understand things about one another, Blaine's pet hate for formal shirts (he didn't mind the pants as much) being one of those things. Kurt knew this about Blaine just like Blaine knew that Kurt would be stirring the pot while shaking his head with a fond smirk on his face at that very moment.

Once Blaine had tugged on his favourite t-shirt (a green v-neck with TheWombats emblazoned on the front) with a contented sigh, he turned his attention to the envelope he had thrown on his bed in his haste for comfort. Picking it up, Blaine frowned when he saw the return address. It was from the immigration office. Blaine could have sworn his information had been updated not two weeks ago.

Blaine had moved to New York nearly five years ago from Toronto with dreams of attending NYADA and becoming a Broadway legend. Unfortunately, his father had other plans, and had only agreed to let Blaine live in New York on the condition that he attended NYU and studied something could lead to "a real job." Blaine grimaced at the memory. It had been at NYU that he had met Kurt, who, despite his best efforts had not been accepted into NYADA- not due to lack of talent, but lack of experience (because everyone who was anyone knew he had the talent for it) and had settled for pursuing a course in fashion at NYU instead (only to be "discovered", and taken to the Broadway stage six months later anyway). Blaine and Kurt had somehow ended up rooming together after what seemed to be a chain reaction of coincidences, and they had been best friends ever since. Onlybestfriends, Blaine reminded himself, and as much as that hurt, he couldn't bring himself to mind all that much, because sure, he might be in love with his best friend who most certainly did not love him back, but Blaine would take beingfriends with Kurt over notbeing friends with Kurt anyday. And the fact he got to be bestfriends? That was just an added bonus. A huge added bonus.

Blaine forced himself out of his daze and brought his attention back to the letter that was still clasped between his lightly calloused fingers. He stared at it for a moment before his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself tearing it open messily. (Kurt had always been the neat one out of the two of them).

Blaine quickly scanned the letter before going back to the top and starting again, this time reading the whole thing carefully, he then started again, then again until it finally slipped out of his hands and drifted peacefully to the floor. The word peaceful being entirely oxymoronic to the contents of the document. Blaine stared blankly at the spot where the letter had been, not registering its departure from his frozen hands.

Blaine seemed to be in suspended animation. He did not hear his name being called from down the hall, nor the footsteps that followed. He did not notice the polite knock on the door, nor said door being opened. He did not see his friend's confused face peering in, nor the shocked look that spread over said face when it's owner saw the scene before him.

"Blaine! What's wrong? What happened?" Kurt's frantic voice and hurried steps to his bed snapped Blaine out of his reverie long enough for him to point dumbly at the letter at his feet and sink his head into his hands. Blaine heard Kurt gingerly pick up the letter, and could practically feel the confusion and worrying radiating off him. He felt a dip in the mattress, signalling that Kurt had sat down, and he decided to risk a look at Kurt's reaction. Blaine turned his head in his hands so that he could see Kurt's face, and watched his blue-grey eyes flick back and forth over the page. The eyes soon widened and Blaine could sense a state of shock approaching the boy. This was partly why Blaine was so surprised when not five seconds later Kurt had jumped to his feet, waving the letter around like a madman.

"This is ridiculous!" Kurt yelled shrilly, "They can't do this, you've only been unemployed for a week! They cannot do this!"

Blaine got over his shock to Kurt's reaction quickly enough when he was reminded what this was. Blaine looked up at Kurt with sad eyes, silently willing himself not to crumble.

"Blaine, they cannot do this to you! You have worked sohard at a job you don't even like, just so that you can stay in this damn country! Then you get fired for something that isn'tyourfault and they go and do this? This isn't fair Blaine, and I refuse to comply. They just simply cannot deport you. I will go to the Immigration Office myself and file a complaint. They cannot deport you."

At this outburst, something triggered in Blaine, and he realised it was real, it wasn't real to Kurt, yet, but it sure as hell was real to him and that was terrifying. Blaine dissolved into harsh sobs at the realisation, and he once again buried his head in his hands, going by the kindergarten resolve that if he couldn't see Kurt, then Kurt couldn't see him. Unfortunately, he wasn't in kindergarten, for though people may have played along back then, Kurt certainly wasn't going to now. He felt Kurt's arm fold neatly around his shoulder, fitting there so perfectly as it always had.

Blaine decided that seeing as all his dignity was now gone, he may as well go further in his shameless hysteria. He turned his body towards Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face in Kurt's collarbone and trying to take comfort in the soothing words that were being whispered to him.

I should be able to get the next chapter up soon, but let me know if you have any ideas on what should happen, I'm open to suggestions!