Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
Chapter 1
What I'm Looking For
Stepping up out of his room and onto the terrace, all Blaine can ask is, "Why haven't I met anyone I can ever see myself with?" He sat on the floor and laid back, looking upon the dark sky of New York and the constellations as if they'll give him an answer. Sighing heavily he closed his eyes and tried to picture the boy of his dreams, chestnut brown hair styled to perfection, the perfect god like pale complexion, blue eyes as bright as the clear days bright sky, and a smile so bright it could outshine the sun. "Blaine!", one of his friends, Jeff, screeched while running towards him. Startled, Blaine staggers himself up to his feet and tries to brace himself for the screaming boy sprinting his way. "JEFF SLOW DOWN!" He shouted as the blonde boy skidded across the floor, knocking over a glass or two and a whole entire lamp in the process all while falling to the floor in a heap of broken glass and a boy.
A soft knock to the already sprung open door sounded through Blaine's hysterical laughing and Jeff's' quiet moans of pain and laughter, "What in the hell was that?" Wes questioned while staring at the mess. Next to him stood three other boys, David, Nick, and, oh god why, he thought as his gaze turned upon one Sebastian Smythe."Guys!" Blaine exclaimed happily, trying to hide the fact he was not happy that Sebastian was there as well, "Jeff got a little too excited and tried to kill me by jumping my bones but in the end he only amounted to almost killing himself." All the boys snickered at that one.
"Shut up! I was just happy to see you for the first time since you left Ohio!" Jeff whined while finally getting off the floor. Blaine smiled, turning his gaze over to the David and the others, "I know, Jeff. Now! Why didn't you all tell me you were coming so soon?" Sebastian gladly stepped up, grinning, "I thought it would be a perfect idea to surprise you by coming early, thanks for having a door thats so easy to pick lock. I'll sure be using that to my advantage." He winked, Blaine scoffed "Well I know I now need another 50 locks on my door and windows, thanks for the heads up, Sebastian."
Smirking, he walked over to the boys and hugged every one of them while trying to pull away from Sebastian as quickly as possible. He was wrong on that one, growling angrily as Sebastian pinned himself to the other and grabbed his ass. Kicking him in the shins, Blaine freed himself. "How long are you all staying?" He asked, coldly while staring at Sebastian as if he was the Devil himself. "Two weeks" Nick grinned, trying not to laugh at the boys' physical banter. Oh god, this is going to be a long two weeks of sex and trying to hook me up with some kid. Blaine thought as he let all the boys into his apartment to chat.
Kurt frowned at the annoyance of a roommate he calls a friend. Her screeching in the shower just needs to stop. Damn, someone needs to shove that lufa down her throat. He thought, shaking his head from the on-coming headache he was getting from being awoken so abruptly. Groaning, he went to go make coffee whilst popping two large intense painkillers, knowing this'll be the worst day already. Rachel's screaming finally stopped as the water was turning to a stop. "Ah, Kurt! You're already awake! Good, can you get me a glass of water please!?" She practically squealed, "Sure thing, Rachel." He droned on out of the annoyance that was happening so early in the morning, wishing the medication he took would work already.
God knows how much he wished he could just find the one and finally get to move out. I mean, I love her in all but half the time I can't stand her. Kurt thought as he passed Rachel her water and not even paying attention to what she was going on about. Where is my guy, I just want to meet someone. Like Rachel has with Finn, even though that's over I just know they'll end up together some day. That Brody character isn't good in my book. Even Santana says so, and everyone knows not to doubt Santana's "Mexican third eye" of hers. "Kurt? Hello, KURT!" Shaken out of his deep thoughts he turned over to Rachel, "Yes, Rachel?"
"Were you even listening to me!? Jeez, I was just saying that I was leaving for class now. I'll see you later, seeing as though you don't have class today. I'll be bringing Brody over, probably. He told me there was something he wanted to tell me. Oh! That reminds me can you be gone at six? I want to be here alo-" Her rambling was suddenly cut off.
"Yes, okay, of course. Stop rambling I don't want to hear about that at all. I'll be gone before you get back. Ill probably go walk about the town. See if I can meet anyone to hang out with. Now go! Before you're late."
Giggling she walked out the door, while Kurt found himself cheering in silence now that she had gone. He went to get ready to leave, about and hour later he stepped out of the bathroom and slipped on his leather jacket. Messing with his tongue ring and checking the mirror one last time to make sure he looked perfect and that his red leather jeans weren't twisted or that his hair hadn't fallen. Ah, maybe this won't be such a bad day after all. He thought while walking out the door, slamming it behind him and heading down to the first floor.
Shopping... Yeah! Shopping sounds good, shopping then maybe some lunch then maybe I'll go see if I can catch a piece of ass for the night, seeing as though that's what Rachel is doing too she shouldn't have a problem with it. Grinning, Kurt went in and out of the stores of New York City. Searching for a new pair of pants that are tighter than the ones he already had on his eye caught something. Well, not something someone! Swiftly, he grabbed the pair of pants he was planning on getting and a pair of some pretty hot clad leather boxers he saw and put them on top of everything he was holding. As if he could use them to have his way with the boy.
"Well, well, well look what we have here. A mighty fine piece of ass here." He snickered while walking over to the handsome dark curly haired boy and, oh! Look he has his friends with him, let's hope I can at least embarrass him if he rejects me. My gay-dar is off it's meter right now so I'm sure he won't, and in that moment as he walked over to the man, the boy turned round to face him. One look into his eyes, and he knew it was over. He knew this boy just had to be his.