"What do you mean we have to get another roommate?" Kurt stammered, completely in shock at what his boyfriend had just dumped on him, "The three of us are stumbling over each other as it is!"

"Yeah, well, Kurt, we're falling behind on payments. Rachel already gave him the stamp of approval. And anyway, we really can't turn him away. He's kind of his way up right now."

"Will you at least tell me his name. What he looks like? If he's straight?" Kurt grumbled, slouching back into his couch. Before Blaine could even open his mouth there was a knock at the door.

"Okay, just keep in mind. I wouldn't have done this unless it was absolutely necessary." Blaine insisted, making his way to the door cautiously and gazing through the peephole. Without warning, he cranked the door open and a faulty smile spread across his face, "Sebastian." He said in greeting, opening the door wider as the taller man stepped in behind him.

"Oh dear God." Kurt gaped, hands flying to his mouth, "Oh my... Oh, no. Blaine - just - no." His hands flew into the air as he stood and walked off in the opposite direction.

"And hello to you too." Sebastian sneered, holding his box of belongings tightly to his chest.

"Sebastian, just set your things down wherever. You can take the couch tonight until we find you something more permanent. Kurt, can I talk to you in the hall?" Blaine droned, motioning sharply for Kurt to follow him.

Once they were safely out of earshot, Kurt became livid, "Have you gone insane? What possessed you to think that it would be a good idea to take in Sebastian Smythe?" He asked, giving his boyfriend a slight shove, "And since when does he live in New York?"

"He got accepted into Juilliard, Kurt. That's why he's in New York, but he got evicted from his place, so I told him he could bum off us for a couple hundred bucks a month. I didn't think you'd take it this bad."

"You're telling me he was evicted? Mommy and Daddy didn't -"

"They would have. He rejected his parents' money. Said he wanted to try to make it on his own." Blaine cut in, "Look, he's a different guy than he was in high school. Just give him a chance. You've haven't even seen the guy in two years. It might not be so bad. Come on, even Rachel likes him."

"He's got a month." Kurt grumbled dejectedly, "And if he can't change my mind by them, he's out and we find a new burnout to help pay our bills."

"That's all I'm asking."

"Fine."

Once they finally reentered the apartment, both sets of astonished eyes settled on Sebastian and Rachel engrossed in conversation. No doubt it was something about Barbara Streisand or the latest theater production of Evangeline, "Okay, this is creepy." Kurt mumbled, fumbling for his copy of the latest Vogue edition before retreating to the dining room table.

"Okay, so listen guys. Thanks for letting me crash with you for a while. I know we all weren't exactly friends back home, but I guess this is the time to start fresh, right?"

"Absolutely." Rachel agreed, "God, I wish you were straight." It was clear after a moment that she'd just let it slip, as her cheeks turned a slight tinge of pink. Her comment garnered laughter from everyone, including Kurt.

"You and me both." Kurt grumbled under his breath, resulting in a jab to his ribs from Blaine. He wasn't entirely sure if Blaine was standing beside him to support or just in case Kurt decided to pounce. Either way, he was both thankful and aggravated in equal measure.

"Okay, so now that we're all squared away, Kurt and I have got some errands to run." Blaine interjected, "So, Sebastian, make yourself at home. And Rachel, do whatever it is...you...do."

"I've got a workshop I have to be at in two hours. One of you all is going to have to stay here with him. I'm leaving in fifteen minutes." She retorted as she attempted to twist her hair into a neat bun.

"Okay, I don't need a babysitter, guys." Sebastian chuckled, "I'll be fine. Go, do your stuff."

"Well, pardon us for being a bit skeptical, Sebastian. You don't exactly have the best track record." Kurt sneered, "I'll stay. Here's the list, Blaine. If we can afford anything other than Top Ramen this week, that is."

"Alright, I guess I'll be seeing you then." Blaine moved closer, wrapping an arm around Kurt's middle and pressing a kiss to his temple, "Try to be nice." He ordered, before making his way out of the Apartment and into the hall.

Once Blaine was gone, Kurt turned with a stern look to Sebastian, "I don't know what you're playing at here, but I'm pretty sure I don't like it."

"Kurt, I'm serious. I'm not like that anymore. I swear. I just needed a place to stay." He was practically drooling with feigned innocence.

Kurt decided that fighting was a lost cause, though, and resolved to turn on his heels and call, "Rent's due on the first."