A/N: This is a new story I've been working on for a little while. Please let me know what you think and if you enjoy it and want me to continue. I'm really enjoying writing it. Writing Blaine like this is so entertaining.

Chapter One

It hadn't taken Kurt very long to put up flyers looking for a roommate once he got an apartment of his own. The rent was steep, being in New York and all. A roommate would help and Kurt could really use the company. He didn't know anyone here, all his friends were still in Ohio.

It also didn't take very long for Kurt to receive a phone call from someone who was looking for a place to stay. From the ten minutes they talked on the phone Kurt had learned three things. His name was Blaine, he was Kurt's age, a ripe twenty-one, and he would pay half the rent. Kurt wasn't one to invite strangers to move into his apartment but he was desperate and couldn't say no. Today was the day this stranger was moving in. Kurt was terrified and excited at the same time.

Kurt began to clean, something he did when he was nervous. It was a habit he acquired when Finn had moved into his house back in Ohio, since there was always something to clean with Finn. The apartment quickly became spotless, it was a small apartment and Kurt kept pretty good care of it. Kurt sat down on one of his white couches and absently started picking at his nails. Couldn't he just be here already? Kurt glanced at the black clock hanging on the wall in front of him. He had a good twenty minutes before he arrived.

So Kurt started creating scenarios about this Blaine in his head. There was nothing else to do. What if Blaine was a tall, dark, handsome prince ready to sweep Kurt off his feet? He could always dream. Or he could be a homophobic jock who hates his guts as soon as he steps into the apartment and sees the wonderfully decorated living room. What if he was a nerdy and geeky guy who knew nothing about fashion or music? Oh, the horror! No, that would be almost worse than the homophobe.

No less than fifteen minutes Kurt's doorbell rang. Oh God, this was a bad idea. Why was he letting a stranger live in his apartment with him? This was the worst idea in history of ideas. The doorbell rang again. Kurt shot up and rushed over to the door, stopping for just a moment to look at himself in the small, round mirror that was placed on the wall next to the door. He gripped the cold doorknob, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Kurt almost gasped. Standing before him was one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. The boy had dark hair that was gelled down and parted formally. He wore a half-smile on his plump pink lips and a sparkle glimmered in his eyes. And oh, his eyes. They were a beautiful hazel tone, darker around the edges and pupils and lighter in the middle. They were stunning. He was stunning.

Blaine coughed lightly and snapped, "Well, you going to let me in or just stand there?"

Kurt blushed slightly and smiled, "Of course. Come in, I'm Kurt."

"Blaine," they shook hands briefly and Blaine stepped into Kurt's apartment. "It's nice. Roomy." Blaine commented after a little look around the place.

"Thanks," Kurt came back into the living room and sat on one of the couches. "Let's get to know one another before we start moving you in."

Blaine grumbled before sitting down across from Kurt. "So let's get this over with. What do you want to know?"

Kurt filtered random questions through his head before finally asking one, "What brings you to New York?"

"My career," Blaine answered quickly.

"Which is?" Kurt pressed.

"I sing."

Kurt's eyes brightened up at this and he visibly moved to the edge of his seat and leaned in, hoping that Blaine would elaborate. He didn't. They just sat there in awkward silence for a moment before Kurt started back up, "That's awesome. I sing also. I work on Broadway." Kurt smugly lifted his head in the air. Blaine just grunted in reply and Kurt was taken aback a bit. He was having a hard time making conversation with this guy.

But of course, that wasn't going to stop Kurt Hummel, "So do you have a girlfriend?" Blaine's perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised and Kurt added quickly, "or a boyfriend?"

Blaine chuckled lightly, "I don't believe in relationships. I believe in sex." Kurt blushed fiercely at the word. Why did he have to be such a prude? It wasn't his fault he had never had sex before. He wanted to find the right person and there definitely wasn't one in Lima, Ohio. Kurt even had trouble finding decent gay guys in New York, and it was New York for God's sake. "With men, by the way." Blaine added and smirked at Kurt who blushed again. Just his luck, Kurt found a gorgeous gay man who is living with him, that doesn't believe in relationships. This was just great. "How about you?"

It was the first question that Blaine had asked about Kurt and it was about a subject that Kurt wasn't entirely comfortable with but he replied anyways, "I, for one, believe in relationships." Blaine just rolled his eyes. "With men." Kurt added looking down a bit. Kurt was very open about himself but usually not to complete strangers, who also happened to be gorgeous.

"Well then, we have something in common don't we?" Blaine leaned back and crossed his arms, smugly.

"Uh, I just told you I sing as well." Kurt stared at him with one eyebrow raised expertly.

Blaine laughed loudly and Kurt was surprised at the sudden noise. Blaine didn't seem the loud type. "Yeah, but I bet you sing show tunes all day. I am a rock star."

Kurt snorted, "If you're such a rock star, why haven't I ever heard of you before?"

"Maybe you just haven't been listening to the right music. Now come on, Sweet Cheeks help me bring up my shit from downstairs." Blaine stood and smiled walking towards the door.

Kurt followed him with a blush that was present on his cheeks, "Sweet Cheeks?"

"Yeah, you have a nice ass. I checked it out when you were showing me around." Kurt gasped in horror and felt the redness creep up his spine and run through his body. Blaine turned to look at him and smirked, "Not used to compliments are you?"

"Uh, no not really," Kurt replied softly as they headed downstairs and started bringing Blaine's stuff back up.

Once everything was brought up and dumped in Blaine's room, Kurt wandered over to the multiple guitar cases, amps and stereos that Blaine had brought with him. "I actually have a small music room you can put this stuff in."

"Really?" Blaine's face lit up for a moment before setting back into it's normal, calm and impersonal exterior.

"Yeah, it's right down the hall, the black door at the end. I even got it sound proof so the neighbors wouldn't complain." Blaine looked marginally impressed with this fact. "My room is right across from yours if you need any help setting stuff up or unpacking." Kurt started to turn around and walk out of Blaine's room when Blaine spoke up.

"Right across the hall?" Kurt turned back to him and nodded once. "That might come in handy." Blaine winked and Kurt blushed, shook his head slightly and walked out of the room.

Once in the comfort of his own room, Kurt shut the door, locked it, and sprawled out on his bed. This was such a horrible idea, Kurt thought, rubbing at his temples in exasperation. Blaine was already a lot to deal with. He was too forward, it also didn't help that he was smoking hot and gay. Kurt couldn't stop blushing around him and thinking of things he should not be thinking about. Kurt especially shouldn't be thinking these kind of things about a new roommate that didn't believe in relationships. Kurt had to remind himself of this little fact, Blaine only wanted sex. Kurt wasn't one to flaunt himself around like that, he wouldn't. It had only been a few hours since he had known the guy and already Kurt was having major internal conflicts.

Kurt breathed deeply and his stomach growled. Kurt got up to make his way to the kitchen when he had a sudden thought. Should he invite Blaine to eat with him or would Blaine rather make something for himself? Kurt thought about this for a long time before finally deciding to head across the hall and ask Blaine to join him. It would only be polite. Kurt knocked on the closed door and when he heard no response he opened the door, only to find it empty. Blaine was no where in sight. Kurt glanced around the room and saw the guitar cases and one of the amps missing.

Kurt walked down the hall and pressed his head against the music room's black door. He heard a light thumping and a catchy beat. Kurt smiled and opened the door, Blaine wouldn't hear him if he knocked. Kurt's ears were raped with the music and Blaine stood in the middle of the room, back turned to Kurt, playing a blue electric guitar passionately. Kurt smiled and called Blaine's name. But it was no use, he couldn't hear him. Kurt trotted over to the amp and pulled the plug on the guitar. The music was suddenly silenced and Blaine turned to look at Kurt with a death glare.

"What the hell?"

Kurt giggled, "Sorry. I was just coming in to see if you wanted some dinner."

Blaine looked confused, as if he didn't know whether to yell at Kurt or thank him. Kurt looked at him innocently and he finally answered, "Sure. Now can I get back to this?" Blaine gave him an annoyed look.

Kurt tried to ignore it and just said simply, "Of course, dinner will be ready in forty-five minutes." Blaine nodded once and Kurt bent down to plug Blaine's guitar back in the amp who wolf-whistled and Kurt blushed again, standing up quickly and basically sprinting out of the room.

"Pull yourself together, Hummel!" Kurt scolded himself as he was finishing up dinner. "He is just giving you compliments. He is trying to test you. Calm down and stop blushing all the damn time!" Kurt huffed and plated the chicken stir fry just as Blaine walked out into the kitchen.

Blaine sat at the table and after Kurt served them both, he took a bite cautiously. Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine hummed, probably mentally criticizing the food. "It's alright." Blaine finally commented and Kurt almost lost it right there.

Kurt threw his fork down on his plate, "Alright? Just alright? My cooking is sublime."

"More like sub-par." Blaine said with a smirk.

Kurt gasped, "See if I ever cook for you again!"

"Is that supposed to be a threat? I'm relieved." Blaine just sat there and smiled at Kurt. It was that annoying smug smile and Kurt just crossed his arms and huffed.

"You're a jerk." Yeah, it was a lame comeback but Kurt was not in the mood. He had known this guy for a day and Kurt was already regretting letting him live here. Kurt would probably kick him out if he didn't need someone to pay half the rent so bad. New York living was expensive.

"That turns you on, doesn't it?" Blaine was leaning over the table now and his voice was low.

Kurt blushed, "No, it doesn't!"

"Then why are you blushing?" Blaine smiled again and sat back in his chair.

Kurt opened his mouth and couldn't think of a good reason. He honestly didn't know himself. He was not attracted to Blaine, whatsoever. Blaine was a douchebag. "Because you're crude!" Kurt finally snapped back.

"I'm sure that's it." Blaine was once again taking a bite of his dinner. Kurt narrowed his eyes, throwing Blaine a threatening glare and picked up his fork, continuing eating as well.

The two finished their meal in silence, Kurt randomly shooting glares at a smug Blaine. By the end of dinner, Kurt was really questioning his sanity by allowing this monster into his home. Even if he was a gorgeous monster. He was crude and just plain annoying. But Kurt would deal with it. He really needed a roommate in New York. It was so damn expensive.

A couple hours later, Kurt had parked himself in front of the television in the living room. Ever night, Kurt settled down and watched one of his favorite TV shows or a musical. Tonight, Kurt had put in West Side Story, the 1961 film adaption. Kurt hadn't watched it in quite some time and he was stoked to watch it again. As soon as it had started, Kurt heard small footsteps and turned to see Blaine walking in the room. Kurt groaned as Blaine sat himself down next to Kurt. "I swear to all that is mighty in this world, if you make one crude or snide remark during this movie, I will kick you out on the streets."

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks." Blaine grinned and looked at Kurt.

Kurt blushed and yelled, "Stop calling me that!"

"Shut up, I'm trying to watch the movie." Blaine turned his head to the television and Kurt just sat there open-mouthed, appalled.

Throughout the film, the two never did say one word to each other but just sat there mouthing the words to all of the songs, silently. Kurt was shocked that Blaine knew all the words to every song. As Tony's death scene rolled around, Kurt was wiping away tears and was even more surprised to look over and see Blaine's eyes glistening as well. The credits started to play and Blaine got up quickly and stretched, a strip of skin was shown as his shirt rid up a bit. Kurt turned his eyes away quickly. Don't you dare think of anything like that, Kurt scolded himself in thought. As Blaine was about to head off to his bedroom Kurt spoke up, "You know, you look like a Tony."

Blaine stopped and turned slowly a smile spreading over his lips, "Does that make you Maria?"

"No. Because I am definitely not getting together with you." Kurt said confidently and stood up, walking towards the hall.

"Keep telling yourself that, sweet cheeks." Before Kurt could retort Blaine was down the hall and making his way towards the bedrooms. Kurt followed angrily and before he could say anything Blaine was yelling, "Good night!" and slamming the door in Kurt's face. Kurt huffed and spun around, facing his own door and entering his bedroom.

As Kurt lay there in bed, after a quick shower, he thought about the day and the events that took place. Blaine sure was different. He was obnoxious and rude. Why did he have to be drop dead gorgeous? It made disliking him a lot harder. It was just Kurt's luck that he got a roommate who was gorgeous and gay, but overly annoying, objectifying and only into sex, not relationships. He also criticized Kurt's cooking, who does that? No one. Kurt's cooking was fantastic. Kurt remembered when Puck had come to visit him in New York and according to Noah, Kurt's cooking was like 'an orgasm in your mouth'. Puck often visited New York occasionally and Kurt had came to enjoy Puck's company. It reminded him of Lima, and as much as he hated to admit it, Kurt missed Lima. New York was great, but it was hard to be away from Kurt's family and friends. Kurt let sleep overtake him finally. He could worry about this new 'Blaine' situation in the morning.