And then there were the fourth, fifth and sixth

Read before the fic; rated T (for language, kisses, making out), drama, romance, humour, Klaine, Finchel, Sebtana (also a little bit Brittana & Huntbastian), I do not own the characters or Glee, I'm writing fics for fun. I hope you review, reviews keep me writing more enthusiastic and more often. I try to focuse to Rachel, Kurt and Santana equally so you can enjoy all of them.

Rachel and Kurt can't deal with Santana anymore. Santana's loud and temperament and just keeps annoying twinsies. Kurt suggest to Rachel that they could get a fourth roommate so Santana could get a friend to argue with - Rachel's too busy with auditions and Kurt's stressed out with Vogue. Eventually they manage to get a new roommate who walks behind their door and knocks - Sebastian Smythe. Can Santana, Rachel and Kurt deal with an ex-Warbler? Rachel's still in love with Finn who spends his time in college in Ohio. Kurt and Blaine keep texting and tweeting to each other, and Blaine pays a visit to Kurt in New York. Can Kurt finally forgive him?

a/u about prologue; prologue is supposed to be short, it just explains why Kurt and Rachel want to have a new roommate. Chapters will be a lot longer! :-)

Prologue

Rachel

I sighed and looked at my reflection from the big mirror. I tried to smile. My brown, shiny hair was in ponytail. I hadn't really put any make-up today, because it was a day off from school and I wouldn't go to anywhere today. I was just chilling with Kurt and Santana at home, in our lovely, old loft apartment in the centre of New York City. I didn't actually like the neighborhood – I mean, when there were only Kurt and I, we were often really scared of everything loud coming from the outside of the building. There were a lot of shouting and our neighbors fought often. I loved the building we lived in, but it was sometimes really restless place to live.

At the moment our apartment was also really restless place to live.

Kurt and I knew what Santana would bring to our loft when we let her move in – a lot of temperament and sarcastic jokes. She took care of her own things and decided to cook as well. I had always known that she liked to interfere to others business, but now the situation had gotten out of hand, completely.

We fought a lot. Kurt and I were usually pleased with each other but the problem was Santana. She was too temperament and interfered with every little thing. I knew she didn't do that on purpose, though, but she has still started to annoy us. I was grateful for her actions with Brody so I knew I couldn't just kick her out, and I didn't even want to do that. Kurt didn't want to do that, either. But he had to do something, or she would annoy us to death.

"Rachel, can you come here for a second, please?" I heard Kurt say from the big and cozy couch in front of our TV. I walked over to him and smiled when I saw that Kurt had his boyfriend, Bruce, pillow with him. Kurt's usually so neat and tidy hair looked a little bit messy – I was pretty sure he had taken a nap with the pillow few minutes ago.

Kurt looked at me and smiled to me when I sat down on the couch and looked at him. "We have to talk," he said to me and put his big and spongy pillow next to him so I could come closer. I nodded and looked at him curiously. Kurt bites his lower lip and looked uncomfortable. He smoothed the fabric of his shirt. I knew that gesture. He would say something he didn't like to say.

"It's about… Santana, right?" I asked and lowered my voice. Kurt nodded and looked at his hands.

"I like her," he said and spoke quietly. "I really do like her and I appreciate how she wanted us to realize that Brody's a gigolo."

"Still not over it," I added inconveniently and smirked to myself.

I had found out about Brody two weeks ago. I had been so mad at myself when I had finally realized what he really was – I was still a little bit mad – and I just couldn't had believed how stupid and blind I had been for months. For months! I had let Brody to live here, live in our loft, our little and cute apartment and let him use our shower, my bed…

I shook my head a little bit to the thought. Kurt looked sympathetic when he looked at me and smiled a little bit. "And she had done things here," Kurt continued his talk and put his right arm around me. "She has washed dishes and all that but…"

"I know," I sighed and closed my eyes.

"It's not that I don't understand, because I do, God yes," Kurt added immediately. "Brittany is still with Sam and according to Blaine's talks, they like each other and seem to be in love – "

"Wait, wait," I said quickly and looked at my best friend with a flirty smirk. "You have started to chat with Blaine about those things? Our friends' things?"

Kurt blushed and rubbed his cheek. "Well, Blaine and I might have started to chat and tweet and send text messages – "

"And that bond in the wedding – "

"Rachel, stop it."

I giggled and showed my tongue to him. He chuckled. "Anyway, of course Santana is pissed off. I have noticed how she sometimes stares out of the window with blank expression or how she sings 'Song bird' or 'Mine' when she vacuums or cooks," Kurt explained and looked doleful. I pursed up my lips sympathetically. We both felt bad for Santana, even though she didn't want it and for the most of the time she didn't even unhappiness show to us others.

"It's just that I think, even though she's so, so strong and tough, that she feels herself lonely from time to time. I mean, we two," I explained with hands and gave an amused laugh. "We are twinsies."

"And Broadway freaks," Kurt added with a finger.

"She's ambitious and loud just like us but she isn't still the same."

"That's really good thing, but she does feel lonely, I know it. She just doesn't admit it to anyone."

I nodded. "And that's why she's onto us and is so furious and, and grumpy all the time", I tried to explain. I really couldn't explain it with words. Santana wasn't exactly the same anymore, especially now when Brody was gone and she couldn't mock him and tried to expose his true nature. She loved to play and mock and argue, and even though so did Kurt and I, we weren't alike with her. I loved games and arguments from time to time, but not every day. We all three were divas, but Santana was temperament person every day, she needed to have something going on all the time, especially now when she probably felt herself a little bit lonely with Kurt and I. If she had been still with Brittany, she wouldn't have needed those games every day.

"I have been thinking," Kurt started slowly and took his pillow back into his lap. I stared at the pillow and listened to him. "I… You know, when Brody lived here, there were four of us. When Adam visited here really often, there were usually four or five of us. You do remember how Santana loved to argue with Brody, right?"

I nodded. "And she liked to say things to Adam, too," Kurt continued. I nodded again. "So basically she had always someone who argued with her or laughed with her. We aren't like that. I know she loves us, and we love her, but… well, you know how things are now. This can't go on like this. We need to get a fourth roommate."

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