a/n: so this is for a fill on GKM. I am the anon who wrote that first chapter. I just don't have an lj. It's my first fill and just let me know how I'm doing! OP let me know if this is what you want! Thanks and enjoy :)
this is the link to the prompt: glee-kink-meme. livejournal 41745. html? thread= 57374481# t57374481 without the spaces.
Blaine dropped the boxes he was carrying in a heap. Crossed out was the logo for Avon and instead the top box barred a label in scrawling untidy script of 'bow ties.' His father followed him into the room mumbling, "I'd never thought I'd see the day when I'd thank God that your mother buys so much from catalogs," before setting a couple boxes printed with QVC on the face.
"Oh hush," Blaine's mother entered the room with her purse cradled in the crevice of her arm and carrying a laundry basket stuffed with dark blue extra-long twin bedding and a couple pillows. "That shirt and those shoes were purchased from online shopping, and I recall you grinning like the Cheshire Cat when they arrived in the mail."
Blaine laughed in response as the three left. Cooper was waiting down with their SUV to ensure that they wouldn't get a ticket from being double parked in New York City and he would only complain louder on the trip home if he were to be kept waiting.
On the second trip up, Blaine's mom stayed with the car while Cooper helped lug up Blaine's mini-fridge and the two other Anderson men hauled more boxes. Blaine, who was loaded with his boxes and barely able to see over the top, fumbled for the up button on the elevator and the three stepped on after the loud ding signaled the arrival of the lift. When they opened the door to D752, they were greeted with the meshing sound of a clear high pitched voice bickering with a gruff voice.
"Kurt, you just brought too many clothes. There's no way—"
Blaine blindly led the way into the room while, who he could only assume was his roommate, cocked a hip and ensured, "Dad, they'll fit. I swear I'll make this work."
Cooper and his dad followed Blaine silently, attempting not to let out grunts of relief when plopping the boxes and the mini-fridge onto the hard linoleum. Blaine placed his boxes on the bed and turned to greet his new roommate.
When he whirled around, he stopped with the held breath of the h hanging in the air and his greeting fled him in a gust of air. His roommate—Kurt—was gorgeous with his hair perfectly coiffed accentuating a few streak of blonde and his blue eyes crinkled in friendliness from a grin spread out over long pink lips. His new roomie stuck out a hand and Blaine could barely hear the words leaving those pink lips when they formed around words. "You must be Blaine. I'm Kurt. This is my dad, Burt."
Kurt looked towards his dad and the cutest giggle Blaine had ever heard escaped through the welcoming grin and Blaine had to catch his breath. "I just noticed that. How is it I just noticed that our names rhyme? Did you do that on purpose?"
Blaine was torn out of his Kurt-entranced faze at the sound of his brother and dad laughing along. His dad piped in, "Well Kurt is certainly better than Ernie."
The four of them got lost in small talk while Blaine got lost in Kurt. His wide blue eyes focusing on unfolding his shirts with long slender fingers while his almost pointed ears listened in on their family members talking and his pale complexion flushing pink in the apples of his high cheekbones when his toned arms reached into a box with a crossed out logo for a carburetor and relabeled in neat loopy cursive 'Delicates.'
Blaine was torn out of his detailed study of his roommate when he heard Kurt gasp. "You're from those credit rating commercials!" When Cooper nodded and cockily smirked in assent, Kurt continued, "My boyfriend and I love those commercials! The latest one was my ringtone all last year!"
"Ah, so you're the reason I've gotten a headache every time Kurt got a phone call," Burt teasingly accused the older Anderson brother.
Both families went downstairs to finish unpacking their respective cars, but Blaine was lost in thought. At least Kurt was gay, or else that could've been embarrassing. But Kurt, gorgeous Kurt, looked very gay. First glance gave off the impression of flaming, but Blaine was definitely not one to judge. He actually preferred the flaming ones after an incident at the local gap with a boy who wasn't even out of the closet yet. But, yes, Kurt was gay. And of course Kurt had a boyfriend. He was probably handsome and charming and funny and tall. Well, whatever. It's probably best that they won't get involved since they have to live with each other. God forbid they'd break up—
But Blaine would never break up with Kurt. Nope. They could push their beds together and have one big bed for the both of them to cuddle in. And Kurt could use his mini-fridge and Blaine would smile every time he opened it and saw Kurt's soy milk next to his orange juice (he saw Kurt's milk peeking out of a grocery bag—not creepy at all). And they could do laundry together every week on Thursdays, folding clothes during commercial breaks of Jersey Shore and they could marathon Bravo! shows on the weekends when they just felt like being together. And they would walk each other to classes and meet up for lunch and Blaine would carry the umbrella for the both of them when it rained because he is a gentleman and they would just lay together kissing for hours and then they'd cuddle in their sleep and Blaine would be the big spoon but he'd sometimes let Kurt be the big spoon because they would be equals in their relationship and—
Blaine was pulled out of his reverie with a thumping slap on the back from Cooper. "Blainey's got a crush!" He chanted and Blaine's head shot around the room, making sure Kurt or his dad or even Blaine's dad weren't in the room, because that would be embarrassing and Cooper needed to shut the fuck up.
"I do not," Blaine insisted, his cheeks flaring up at the taunts.
"Blainers, you were drooling over him like he was a batch of chocolate chip cookies warm out of the oven," Cooper smirked and lifted himself onto Blaine's lofted bed.
"I was not." Cooper had the ability to make Blaine act like a five year old again. Their relationship was a bit strained but Blaine was glad Cooper was trying and when Blaine called to tell Cooper his move-in date, Cooper insisted on coming.
Cooper shot Blaine a disbelieving look, but thankfully he could take a hint to end their conversation when Kurt and his dad came back into the room.
"Well, we better give Carole and Finn a call, see how they're doing at Ohio State," Burt told his son, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.
Blaine's parents entered the room again and suggested lunch before they head back to Illinois. The foursome left and Blaine looked back with a solitary wave to Kurt who smiled and nodded an unspoken see you later.
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Back in the room, Blaine wiped off the lipstick stain from the kiss on the cheek his mother had given him. It'd been a tearful goodbye on his mother's part solely, and a bit overdramatic on Cooper's, but Blaine wouldn't admit to his family that he'd gone misty eyed when their car disappeared from view. He trudged back up to his room feeling forlorn and collapsed onto his bed.
He grumbled dramatically into his pillow, but Kurt's giggle interrupted his over exaggerated melancholia. "I know! How could I have never noticed that our names rhymed before? I feel—no, not stupid, just silly—I know you know I'm not stupid—Well not all of us can be Ivy Leaguers—I miss you too—Sebastian!—OK wait, how did you get all your clothes to fit in your closet—I do not have too many. You have just as many—Oh whatever, you wore a uniform for the better part of the past four years so don't even—Yes, fine, I love the blazer, whatever—" Blaine tried to tune out the admittedly adorable conversation Kurt was sharing with his boyfriend, Sebastian. Even his name sounded pretentious. But, he surmised, Blaine Devon Anderson wasn't much better.
Blaine pulled his head out of his pillow and surveyed Kurt's side of the room. His bed was tucked in the corner and his dresser pulled up next to it, mirroring Blaine's setup. His desk was fit snug against the foot of the bed. The desk area was organized with a pencil cup full of pens, pencils, and highlighters; a neat stack of text books and notebooks were off one the corner; and an equally tidy stack of the latest Vogue and a few trashy gossip magazines occupied the other. The top shelf of the desk was half covered in products—deodorant, moisturizer, tissues, hairspray, lotion, and an abundant variation of facial products—the other half was a collection of movies—Moulin Rouge, Titanic, When Harry Met Sally, and Singing in the Rain—all of which Blaine adored. Blaine's gaze rose to the cork board above Kurt's desk, where pictures of him and who Blaine assumed to be Kurt's high school friends were tacked artfully haphazardly alongside tacked tickets from The Artist, a high school production of West Side Story, a show choir competition (Blaine made a mental note to ask about that later), and Wicked. Blaine's attention was brought to another cluster of pictures all taped to the wall above Kurt's bed. All of them were of Kurt and Sebastian, Blaine assumed. There was one of them sitting under a tree, Kurt looking up lovingly at Sebastian while he stared out over the hillside. Another of Kurt tugging Sebastian over to him by his jaw and both had sly smiles on their faces. There was a photo booth reel of the two of them making funny faces, hugging, giving bunny ears, and kissing. There was a photo of Sebastian in a hunter green blazer with pale yellow piping and it was clearly his school photo and Blaine had to admit that the blazer looked good on him and made his eyes smolder—the bastard. Then there were a bunch of selfies of the two of them and even more of them hugging each other and kissing each other in public settings. Blaine glared at the wall in resentment.
Blaine let his gaze wander over his new roommate. He was lying on his bed, a knee propped up against the dark green comforter, his tight jeans straining over the pressure and his sock-clad toes wiggled as he spoke. He wore a gray button up with a pale red scarf wrapped demurely around his neck. His face bore the sweetest smile as more giggles shot out. As if he knew he was being watched his gaze turned to Blaine, who quickly averted his wandering eyes to the wall above Kurt. But that didn't help much as Sebastian's smolder mocked him. Blaine turned so he was facing the ceiling, his arms propped behind his head, letting Kurt's conversation fill the room again.
"Bas, I'm getting hungry—you know how I get when I skip meals—Blaine, do you want to get dinner with me?"
Blaine was startled at hearing his own name. "Huh?"
"Do you want to get dinner? I'm getting hungry and we can finally talk and get to know each other and stuff without our parents here." Blaine sat up and let a small smile ooze out of the goofy grin that was threatening to break through.
"Blaine's my roommate, Sebastian—Yes , the one whose brother did the commercials—I'm going to get dinner with him now—I'll call you later tonight—I miss you too, Bas—I love you, too—I'll talk to you later ok?—Love you, too—Bye."
Kurt hopped off his own bed and went to step into his boots. "Is the dining hall ok for you? I wanna get the full college experience today."
"Sure," Blaine smiled. God, he was barely talking to the guy. Anderson, if you wanna do this right, you gotta play it cool. He smoothed down the gel in his hair and tweaked his bowtie before he and Kurt were on their way.
"I love your bowtie, by the way," Kurt commented as they waited for the elevator.
"Kurt," Blaine slung a confident arm around his roommate, "I can already tell this will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Kurt smiled up at him with crinkled eyes, and Blaine's breath caught in his throat. He just stared on as Kurt stepped forward into the elevator, missing his warmth already.