Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time posting fanfic so would love your feedback! :)
Two months in and Blaine was still having a hard time adjusting to college life. Well, he was having a hard time moving across the country in general. He knew if he really wanted to give his singing career a shot, he had to move to LA. His roommate was out late again, but then again who wouldn't be out on a Saturday night. It was pretty pathetic even by Blaine's standards to be doing his laundry at 1AM, but he couldn't sleep and being alone with his insecurities wasn't helping.
All of the new Freshman students in the music department had the same dreams and aspirations as he did, though Blaine felt like they were far more talented than he'd ever be. In his own small town of Lima Heights, he was basically a local celebrity, but here, he was another starry-eyed kid with dreams of a record deal.
He changed into somewhat clean sweats and white v-neck and headed up to the laundry floor in the dorm. The dorm was pretty dead. Everyone was either out partying off-campus or trying to get away with sneaking alcohol into the dorms.
He shoved the laundry room door open, but found someone else doing their laundry too. And this someone happened to be a cute guy. No way could he get away with the whole wrong door thing with his laundry basket clear in sight. The cute guy had just started doing his laundry too and turned around when Blaine entered.
"Laundry at 1AM too?" the guy smirked.
Blaine forced a smile and began emptying his clothes into a washing machine. He didn't care for small talk, especially when he was in no mood for it.
He glanced over at the guy who looked like he should be going out instead of doing laundry. He had a cool, distinct style, wearing a leather jacket with studs going down the sleeves. Blaine felt the guy's eyes glancing over at him too. Say something.
"What floor are you on?" the guy asked. He was cute, how had Blaine not seen him before? He basically had a mental catalogue of every cute guy in his dorm.
"4th," Blaine said. Ask something. "Uh, you?"
"6th." The rushing water from the washing machines filled the awkward silence. Kurt shut the lid of his washing machine and hopped up to sit on top of it. "You're really making me try here aren't you?"
Blaine looked up at him, "What?"
"There's at least three questions right off the bat you could be asking me."
"Like?" Blaine closed his washing machine and sat on top too.
"Come on, really? What's your name, major, where are you from?"
"Seems pretty obvious when you say it out loud."
"You start."
"Okay. Blaine, Music, and Lima Heights."
"Where is God's name is Lima Heights?"
"Oh, middle of nowhere Ohio."
"Got it. Alright my turn. Kurt, Theater, Los Angeles."
"College in your hometown. That must be nice."
"Yeah well the problem with staying in your hometown is your ex texts saying he wants to meet up, and then you get stood up by him. Again." Him. "What about you? Any exes you left behind in Lima Heights?"
"Not really."
Kurt tilted his head, "No cute girls in good ol' Lima Heights?"
Blaine could play this game, "Sure there are." Kurt showed no reaction. "But I'm actually interested in guys, and there just wasn't anyone special."
Kurt smiled, "I'm sure you'll find someone special here." Blaine smiled back, but now he was out of questions. He really was terrible at small talk. Kurt took out his phone and started texting someone. Blaine wished he had brought his phone, but it's not like he thought there would be anyone here to avoid talking to.
The machines whirred and sloshed for a while before Kurt puts his phone away and broke the silence again. "What genre?"
Blaine looked up at Kurt, "Sorry?"
"What genre of music do you sing?"
"Pop music mostly. Something sort of like a early John Mayer vibe."
"Sort of like?"
"I mean I'm a guy with a guitar I don't know."
Kurt's washing machine came to a stop, Blaine's a few seconds after. They each got off the machines and switched their clothes over to the dryers.
"So now that we have 45 minutes to kill, you should sing one of your songs."
Blaine chuckled, "No I'm not like that."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, "Like what?"
"Like one of those guys who brings their guitar to the party and plays Wonderwall."
Kurt let out a laugh. "Okay, but I'm asking you. Please? You don't even have to get your guitar that I'm sure you have in your dorm room." Blaine smirked at him, Kurt smirked right back. Blaine turned away before Kurt could see his cheeks redden.
"It sounds better with guitar, I'll be right back." Blaine tried to play it cool by walking slowly out the laundry room, but once he was clear he raced downstairs to his floor.
He got to his empty dorm room and took a minute to tune his guitar. Should I play an original? No, too cheesy. Maybe a cover? He decided doing a cover was the safest route. He went back up to the laundry room, but when he opened the door the room was empty. Both dryers were still running. Blaine felt silly with his guitar now, but thankfully it's not like there was a lot of foot traffic at this hour. He paced the around the laundry room, double-checked his guitar was tuned, then sat on one of the dryers as he kept waiting for Kurt to return.
Buzz! Blaine had nearly dozed off, but the dryer buzzing woke him up. Kurt's clothes were done and a second buzz from Blaine's machine followed. Blaine emptied out his dryer, and started taking as much time as possible to fold his clothes without looking desperate.
He finished and still no Kurt. He picked up his laundry basket and placed his guitar on top. So dumb. Just then the door burst open and Kurt tried standing as nonchalantly as possible while trying to catch his breath.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, my ex showed up. I had to..." Kurt trailed off.
"It's alright," Blaine held up his laundry basket, "It's late. I was heading to my room."
Kurt nodded, but then had an idea, "Fine. You owe me a song then."
"That doesn't sound like you're asking me."
"I'm not."
Blaine couldn't help but smile. "Any song in particular?"
"One of your originals."
Blained tensed up, "Um. I don't- I mean that's-"
"Fine, scared puppy. A cover." Kurt jokingly pushed past him to get his own clothes out of the dryer.
"I'm not a scared puppy."
"You should've seen your face just now." Kurt threw all his clothes into his basket and kicked the dryer shut. "I'm requesting 'XO' by Beyonce. Meet you back here tomorrow."
"What at 1AM?
"Why not?" Kurt headed out of the laundry room and yelled out, "'Night Blaine!" as the door shut. Blained sighed and said to the now empty room, "Good night, Kurt."
Blaine walked back down to his room. He flipped on the lights, but heard his roommate yell out and quickly turned them off again. At least he passed out in his own bed this time. Blaine crashed on his bed. He tried going to sleep, but kept tossing and turning. He grabbed his phone instead and looked up the lyrics to XO. He tried to memorize the lyrics until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.