A/N: Wow, I have risen from the grave. Originally, this story started out as a gift to a friend, then I just couldn't stop writing about it, so I decided to actually publish it. Surprisingly, it is the first time I have written something fully before publishing it, so I can promise a scheduale for uploads! One chapter per day, eh?

Couple disclaimers: this fic takes place at Ohio State for pure convenience. I have never been to this college irl so I have no idea how accurate anything is. ALSO I have never majored nor have a single clue what it is like to be a Drama major. It is out of total speculation, I apologize to any actual Drama majors out there.

Kurt knew, he absolutely knew what was going to be behind his dorm door.

Huffing, he grabbed the handle and twisted it (unlocked, as always, typical) then shoved the door open, bellowing as soon as he saw the sight in front of him.

"STOP HAVING SEX IN MY ROOM, YOU IMBECILES."

It had not been the first time he had shouted this at his roommate.

Thankfully, it must have been the aftermath, for the guest and Kurt's roommate weren't in any compromising situation. Though, they were still naked, and the guest (blonde twink, long nose, horrible acne around his chin) squeaked out of fright, falling from the bed and onto the floor, hastily grabbing his clothes before darting past Kurt and out of the room, bare as the day he was born.

Kurt didn't even pay attention to that. No, he was focused on the smirking idiot reclining under the covers.

"We have rules, remember?" Kurt said sternly. "No one is to bring guests over without informing the other roommate first—"

"Oh, please, that rule obviously only applies to me."

"No, Blaine! It applies to both!"

Of course it was Kurt's luck he had to room with him. Blaine Anderson—tattooed, pierced, wild curls and signature leather jacket (although that was currently lying on the floor)—had quite a reputation. Sure, when they first met each other he hadn't struck Kurt as this type. He had been quiet and reserved, and Kurt thought, despite their obvious differences, they could get along.

But soon enough, his true colors shone through. What could be said about Blaine Anderson? He got accepted into Ohio State thanks to his alumni father. Majorless, smoker, sleeps with as many boys as he possibly can, and living his days without a care.

And, he seemed to put extra effort into irritating the hell out of Kurt.

Blaine tilted his head at Kurt, twisting the pillow case along with him. "So why don't you bring any dates here, huh Hummel?"

Kurt scowled and blushed scarlet, stomping over to dump his bag on his desk.

"Is it because you're too in love with me?"

Here we go.

"Can it, Anderson."

Blaine seemed to have this insane idea that, like every other non-straight male on this campus, Kurt was head over heels for him. Which was untrue, regardless of what Mercedes and Tina kept teasing him for. Two gay guys can be just friends with each other. Or mortal enemies, in Kurt's case. Because they hated each other. That was all.

"It's okay to admit it." He heard Blaine's bed squeak from movement, which meant he was probably now standing naked in the middle of their room. Kurt's cheeks grew incredibly hotter. "I can't blame you, I am quite attractive."

Kurt groaned, turning away from his desk and covering his eyes with a hand. "Spoiler alert: I actually hate you."

"Aw, you don't mean that, babe."

"Don't call me that."

"I can see your ears blushing."

"Please leave me alone so I can study!"

A pause, and Kurt almost expected Blaine to shoot back a witty one liner, but instead his roommate sighed a, "damn," and rustled around to pick up his clothes. A few moments later the door could be heard opening and closing, leaving Kurt in silence.

Finally, he lowered his hand and opened his eyes, seeing Blaine's rumpled bed opposite of Kurt's neatly made one. They were completely different people—Kurt having hung up posters of Broadway shows and Blaine's wall bare. Kurt's desk was neatly organized while Blaine's was covered in junk. Kurt was steady, Blaine was a storm.

So he exhaled, feeling deflated. He couldn't tell Blaine, he absolutely could make no indication whatsoever.

He frowned and blushed furiously at his imagination, hurrying to his homework, trying to push away the thought of his roommate. Someone who hadn't even kissed a boy, being stupidly in love with someone like Blaine Anderson.

"Tina, for the last time, Kurt doesn't want to go on a blind date."

"Um, of course he does? Why are you speaking for him anyway, Mercedes?"

"He'll tell you exactly the same thing. Kurt, tell Tina what you think of a blind date."

Kurt glanced up from his music theory textbook, actually taking advantage of the library and not gossiping like his friends were. He looked between their anticipated faces, and said with a deadpan, "I don't want a blind date."

"See!"

"But Kurt," Tina pleaded, her clasped hands now atop the table. "He's super cute."

"That's what you say about every guy you try to match me with," Kurt muttered, flipping the page.

Tina huffed as Mercedes laughed. The librarians were definitely glaring their way. "Kurt," Tina said, now counting off her fingers as she listed, "He's gay, he's single, he's a Psychology major, he was super into you when I told him—"

"Tina," Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, "I love you, and I appreciate you not wanting me to die alone, but I'm fine, really—"

"He's still too hung up on his roommate," Mercedes teased, nudging Tina's arm.

Kurt froze. His body temperature cranked to approximately the heat of the sun. He looked at his friends, saying, "I am not hung up on—"

But Mercedes was rolling her eyes and Tina was snickering.

Kurt slammed his textbook shut. The librarian actually shushed him for that. "Blaine Anderson" he hissed, "is an arrogant, untidy, rude, ungrateful—"

"But sexy," Mercedes said with a grin.

"—annoyance in my life," Kurt finished, ignoring her statement. He refused to let this go on longer. "I do not care about him in the least." Blaine didn't like him, and he wasn't supposed to like Blaine. End of story.

And when the girls still looked unconvinced, Kurt lifted his chin and said to Tina, "In fact, I do want to go on that date."

At least that made both their jaws drop. "You're serious?" Mercedes asked the same time Tina squealed in delight.

"This is so great!" She whipped out her cell. "His name is Ethan. He's so awesome, you're gonna love him, I swear. Do you want his number? Or how about his Snapchat…?"

"What's the occasion, Hummel?" Blaine asked him, taking an earbud out and looking away from his laptop screen.

He hadn't even bothered a glance when Kurt bustled around their room getting ready, but if course, since Kurt had been adjusting his hair in the mirror for ten minutes, he decided to say something.

Kurt refrained from rolling his eyes. "I have a date tonight, Anderson."

That got Blaine to perk up. Kurt could see his look of surprise from their mirror, and he held back a grin.

"With who?" Blaine asked.

"None of your business," Kurt snapped, harsher than intended.

No way was he going to let Blaine spoil his moment. His victory of—ha! See! You're not the only one who can attract boys around here!

Blaine scoffed, "Fine. Whatever." And put his earbud back in, typing away on his laptop and not looking up at Kurt again.

Ethan met him outside the parking lot. He was taller than Kurt, cute in a hipster-way, and greeted him with a smile of confidence.

And as Kurt walked with him to his car, listening to Ethan talk about the restaurant they had reservations for, he could only think, huh, he smells like Blaine's cologne.

Kurt entered the unlocked dorm room, slamming the door shut with a deafening echo.

It had not been a good evening.

"Everything cool, Hummel?"

God. Fucking. Damnit.

Kurt scowled to himself, refusing to face the bed off to the left wall, where, the one person he did not want to talk to right now, was lounging. Instead, he huffed and marched over to his desk, shrugging off his jacket.

"C'mon, babe, what's wrong?"

Not even the pet name could infuriate him more. Ugh, and to think, this date was supposed to make him forget about Blaine, have him move on. Instead the guy was a complete dick…

Suddenly, a voice was very close to him now. "Hummel?"

Kurt spun on instinct, though he soon regretted it. Now his plans of hiding his tear-streaked face from Blaine was ruined. His roommate raised his eyebrows at the sight, his hazel eyes widening in shock. "Oh, shit, what happened?"

"Nothing!" Kurt almost screamed, shoving Blaine aside to walk...he didn't know where exactly, just away from him.

Blaine, of course, wasn't going to have any of that. He continued talking, "Weren't you going out with...someone? Did he...say something-?"

"And why the hell do you care?" Kurt snapped, too angry to restrain or filter anything. His head pounded and not even his new cardigan could make him feel better. No, if anyone deserved to have his hurt taken out on, it was Blaine. "You're constantly infuriating me and shoving your sex life in my face! Sorry I'm a nineteen-year-old virgin, Blaine!"

"Whoa," Blaine held his palms up in innocence, "I never said—"

"Why would I care about your pity?!" Kurt went on, stepping forward and into Blaine's space, vision blurring with new tears. "I bet you're so thrilled to see me heartbroken! Another thing to torment me about!"

"Hey!" Blaine retaliated this time, his thick eyebrows furrowed down. "I'm an asshole, but not that much of an asshole!"

Kurt groaned, spinning on his heel and throwing his head back. "See! You're so pretentious! Do you think you're better than everyone because you don't have a major and just don't care about anything? Maybe this is why you only have one night stands and never a committed relationship!"

Jaw tight, Blaine kept glaring at him, but remained silent.

"I'm sorry I'm not like you, Blaine! Sorry I want the whole romantic relationship and refusing to kiss the douche of a date because I want it to mean something and of course I have to like you!"

Blaine caught it before he himself did. "You what?"

Kurt blinked, his mind clearing out of its red haze. Oh, no. Did he really—?

"Nothing."

"Oh, I think that was something."

"Okay, no!" Kurt shook his head firmly, pointing a finger at Blaine's chest. "No, I refuse to fall into your wooing-trap because, surprise, I want an actual relationship with an actual guy who cares about my existence rather than—"

Blaine cut him off, by grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

And wow.

Kurt was being kissed.

It was...everything he pictured and more. No forceful tongues or awkward movements. Just soft lips pressed against his. Kurt's brain went stupid with it.

Blaine knew what he was doing, and kissed him sweetly, gracefully, and without any expectations beyond that. His hands framing Kurt's face were gentle too, quite unlike Blaine's harsh exterior Kurt's always known.

Blaine broke it, and Kurt was in too much of a daze to say anything. He managed to blink his eyes open, like coming out of a dream. Blaine was looking at him, still caressing his face, one of his thumbs soothing Kurt's jaw as he smiled, gently and beautiful.

"You never thought," Blaine said, "that I was head over heels for you too?"

They kissed and they kissed and they didn't stop.

Hands wandered to Blaine's skin. At his arms and to his neck. Kurt found the tiny hairs curling upward at the nape of Blaine's neck. He liked playing with them, then gripping them.

He was being lead somewhere, and he didn't stop it. Blaine's hands left his face and went to Kurt's hips, and Kurt didn't mind.

The sky was so dark now.

Blaine's mouth was addicting and so soft. Did he constantly use ChapStick? His hands were broad and strong, and fitted their way under Kurt's cardigan, smoothing along his bare spine.

When his body lay horizontal on the mattress, and he watched Blaine crawl over top him, shucking his own shirt off only to kiss him again, Kurt knew he shouldn't be scared.

He was shivering, but he wasn't scared.

How could he think about anything when Blaine kept kissing him and kissing him...

Kurt woke up in his bed, but not by himself.

He frowned, his brain processing what exactly was going on. Firstly, he obviously realized he wasn't alone given another weight was pressing the mattress down. Secondly, his shirt was off. Thirdly, the messy bed across the room was empty.

His heart stopped. Then, an arm slid around his bare torso, and warm skin pressed against his back.

"Mm, good morning, beautiful."

The voice was sleepy-rough against his ears, the scratch of stubble could be felt as well. Kurt tried not to panic, however his heart fluttered and he felt so comfortable…

But Blaine had slept in his bed. With him. He shared a bed with a boy.

And said boy kept humming against his ear before planting kisses on his neck, sending shivers across Kurt's skin. His arm recoiled in order to smooth his hand down Kurt's rib cage, then over his hip, then right at the edge of his sweatpants—

Kurt immediately flipped around to face Blaine, startling his roommate enough to have him pull back.

"Um," Kurt said, awkwardly. "I...I have to tell you something."

"That you're a virgin? Yeah, you told me after you yelled at me yesterday."

Crap. He forgot half the stuff he snapped at Blaine. But he did remember the kiss, and how they kissed again, and kept kissing...and how Blaine leaned him back on his bed and…

Kurt's cheeks turned bright red. "So. I don't really want to have sex right now."

"Oh." Blaine shrugged. "I was just gonna give you a good-morning-handjob."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt couldn't help but giggle at how casually Blaine could say that. "That's still technically sex."

"Depends on your concept of virginity."

"And I think that counts as sex."

Blaine sighed, hanging his head before lifting it up, grinning crookedly at him. "Alright. I promise I won't do any funny business until you say so."

Kurt was actually taken aback. "You're serious?"

"Hell yeah."

"You're...not just going to abandon me because I want to keep it PG?"

Blaine laughed, leaning over to kiss him. "Absolutely not."

"But…"

"I do enjoy just making out, Kurt. Especially with you." And to prove his point, Blaine covered his lips again.

And Kurt melted into it, his muscles turning to mush. Perhaps he was dreaming, because how on earth did his hot roommate kiss, spoon, then declare he wanted to keep kissing him all in one night?

If that was the case, Kurt prayed he never woke up.