Blaine's POV:

I am almost positive all of New York could hear us. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't called the cops, I know they've knocked on the door and banged on our floor to try to get us to stop but it's not happening. We're to far gone, if you catch us early we almost always stop. But not this time, as I said, we're to far gone.

"You're being so unreasonable! Blaine! Just stop for thirty seconds!" Sebastian yelled at me. I wasn't listening I was too busy picking his shit up and throwing it out in the hall. Suitcases,backpacks, clothes, everything.

"I'm being unreasonable?! Me?!" I opened the door to the apartment and started throwing things. "I CATCH YOU HAVING SEX WITH A RANDOM STRANGER IN OUR APARTMENT AND I'MBEING UNREASONABLE?!" I spat out the word 'unreasonable.' "You're an asshole! You know that?!"

"I screwed up! Don't you think I know that?! But can we talk about it?" Sebastian tried. "Please?" He was grasping for invisible straws, I wasn't giving in. Not this time.

"Wanna talk?! Talk! Tell me how it felt to make love to someone else! Tell me how it felt to scream out his name! In our home! In our bed! Go on tell me! And then try to apologize and tell me how you love me! Go on... Tell me!" I crossed my arms over my chest in a huff. Silence. "Nothing? No?" He stayed silent and watched the ground. "Thought so." I picked up more clothes and threw them out the door.

"... It was an accident. It wasn't-" I didn't hear the rest. The word 'accident' made me boil with absolute anger.

"It was an accident?" I turned around to face him. "It was an accident?!" I can feel my face face glowing red with anger. "You just accidently slipped on a condom, slicked on some lube, and accidently stuck your cock in his ass?!" I threw the remainder of his clothes in the hallway. "Get out." I went quite. "Just leave Sebastian."

"Blaine..." He was begging. I knew the look. This isn't the first time he has groveled for forgiveness from me, but it will be the last. "Please... It's 3 in the morning... Please... Can we forgive this out tomorrow?" Was he serious? Did he seriously just ask that?

"No. I have let you get away with so much crap in our relationship. I have let you walk all over me, I have had to witness the relentless flirting between you and random guys in the club. But this..." I breathed. "Just get out." I held the door open a little wider for him to get out. He walked out the door, his head hanging low. Not looking me in the eye.

"I am sorry Blaine. I never meant to hurt you. I love you..." He tried once more. "If this past year has meant anything to you... You will let me come back in." This was the line that got me every time. He was a master of manipulation. Not this time. This time, I was in control.

"If this past year had meant anything toyou... You wouldn't had been with that guy." Sebastian walked out. He started to pick up his stuff. "In case you haven't figured it out, we're done." And with that I slammed the door on him, and his filthy lies.

I slid down on the back of the door and breathed. That was it. That was the end of Sebastian and Blaine. I stood up and grabbed a broom. I started to sweep up some broken plates that I had thrown at his head, but missed. I picked the pieces up and threw them in the trash. I walked to the bathroom and stripped of my clothes, stepped into the shower and turned the shower on. I wanted to was him off me. I wanted him to never exist but I knew that would never happen. I knew he would always exist somewhere out there. I finished my shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and throwing it around my waist. I walked into what use to be our room and got an old t-shirt on and some boxers and threw them on. I was about to get into bed when I realized what had taken place in that bed earlier. I shuddered. I walked out of, now my room, and laid down on the couch. I turned out the lamp on the couch side table and closed my eyes, when a thought flew into my head.

I can't make rent on my own. I have school and I only have a part time job... Wait a minute.

I got off the couch and walked into our, my, bedroom and grabbed my laptop. I laid back down on the couch, open Word and started to type.

WANTED: NEW ROOMMATE
[CORNY ENOUGH FOR YOU? ;D GOOD.]

LOOKING FOR NEW ROOMMATE. SOMEONE WHO IS NOT TOO MESSY, CAN PAY HALF THE RENT (DUH!), SOMEONE WHO IS NICE, POLITE AND NOT LOUD. NO PETS. PLEASE...
RENT IS $550 EACH MONTH
YOU ARE EXPECTED TO PAY $275 DOLLARS
PLEASE CONTACT ME FOR AN INTERVIEW:

-OR-
1(213) 453-8290

ADDRESS IS: 901 37TH STREET
APARTMENT B5

THANK YOU
SIGNED BLAINE ;)

I re-read and decided it was just me enough that it could speak to someone but not me enough to freak them out. I smiled at my ad and then I remember something I had to put on the ad. Something that was a deal breaker:

P.S.CANNOTBE HOMOPHOBIC.

I was done. I printed out 60 copies. I closed the laptop, set it on the coffee table and closed my eyes. Tomorrow, I was starting over.

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It was raining, I had pinned up more then half my ads by the time 9 o'clock had rolled around. I was beat for the day but still had more ads to pin up. I walked into the building. I was hungry, cold and wet. But mostly hungry. School had been a bitch and the weather just added to it. And Sebastian hadn't stopped calling. He had called 10 times throughout the day.

ring ~ ring ~ ring ~ ring ~

Eleven. I breathed out in a very sarcastic way. I trudged up the stairs when I saw him. He was sitting on the second flight of stairs, which were a flight below where my apartment was. He was twiddling his thumbs and looking around. He hadn't seem to notice me yet. So I had to make myself known.

"Excuse me..." Be nice, be nice. I was never really good with people. Especially now. "Do you um... Need help with anything?"

He looked up a little startled. His face was milk white and looked extremely soft. His eyes were baby blue and sparkling, and his hair was quaffed to perfection. He wasn't wet. He must have gotten in before the rain started, which started an hour ago. How long has he been sitting here?

"Oh. Hi!" His voice sounded like bells. It was nice, and peaceful. "Can you help me find..." He rifled through a leather bag that I noticed was sitting right by him. He picked through until he pulled out a piece of paper. "Help me find... Da-da-da... Blaine... Anderson." He said looking up smiling.

"Found him." I said, trying to find a smile.

"Oh! Well... That was easy." He stood up. "My name is Kurt." He held out a hand, which I took and tried to wake up enough to find out what he wanted so I could get into my apartment and start burning things that reminded me of Sebastian.

"Nice to meet you. Can I help you?" Nice Blaine. Just be nice for a few seconds.

"Um... I was wondering if I could get an interview for the apartment? I know I was suppose to contact you but I was in the neighborhood and thought I could at least look at the apartment. Just to get a feel of the place. You know?" He said, re-adjusting the bag on his shoulder.

I think if it was anyone else I would've said no. I would've laughed and told them to leave and go make a damn appointment but there was something about this kid. Something that made me say:

"Sure." I waved my arm in a kind of 'follow me' motion as I climbed the next flight. "C'mon. You got one hour to impress me." I said smirking. I was playing with him.

"Excellent but I only need five minutes and I'm pretty sure you'll be mine." Oh snap. He was playing back. Game on.

We got to my apartment. I fumbled through my bag until I found my keys. I unlocked the door and opened it up. I held open the door so Kurt could walk in. "Take a seat on the couch." He did as he was told and sat down. He looked awkward, yet he looked comfortable with being awkward. I set my stuff down on the counter and took off my wet coat. I was soaked down to the bone. I needed to change. But I couldn't with someone here. "Ummm... Kurt?" He looked up from the papers he was looking through.

"Yeah?" The smile was gone, which was disapointing. His smile was beautiful. But the smile wasn't re-placed with a frown. His face was straight. Unreadable.

"Do you mind if I uh..." I couldn't ask him if I could change. It was rude. But I was wet and uncomfortable and I was in my own house dammit! "My clothes are kind of..." Still... How do I ask him?

But he seemed to understand. "Oh no! Go ahead. It is your home. Do what you want. I'll be right here." A small, genuine smile spread across his face. I didn't see many of those. It was refreshing.

"Thanks. Five minutes. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, I guess." I walked into my room and closed the door. I kicked off my shoes and stripped off my clothes. It wasn't a few minutes before I heard draws opening and the stove turning on. The hell is he doing? Making himself dinner? I dressed quickly and walked out of my room to find Kurt, his jacket was off and he was at my stove doing something I couldn't see. His back was covering it.

"What are you doing?" I said a little catious. If it was nothing, I didn't want to offend him, but I wanted him to know that this was my house and he couldn't just do anything he wanted.

He turned around, a little startled. But still calm. I then noticed the tea pot and breathed.

"I thought you could use some tea." He dipped the tea bag into the pot which seemed to already be filled with water and boiling. "You looked cold and I can't help myself. Sometimes I pry until I feel like I'm not needed. Sorry if I over stepped." He started to walk away from the stove when I stopped him.

"You're fine! You just... You don't have to do that. You're a guest." I walked towards the stove when he pressed his hand on my chest to stop me. I shivered, his hand was so warm. My body was cold.

"I want to. Go sit. I'll get you tea. I told you, I pry..." He smiled a small smile. "Until I feel unneeded. Go sit."

This time I did as I was told. I sat on the couch and waited until he came over with two coffee mugs that I guess contained tea. He set them down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch beside me. He took his coffee mug and turned towards me.

"So..." He blew on his tea. "Ask away."

"Huh?" I forgot that this was an interview. It felt like two friends sitting down to talk. "Oh yeah. The interview." I didn't know what to ask. Where would I start? I'll wing it. "Ummm... Do you have any pets?"

"No. It said I couldn't on the flyer. Of course I don't." He laughed a little and then added. "But I do want one, a kitty one day. I love cats."

"Very nice. I'm a dog person myself. Um... Do you go to school?"

"I do. I go to LIM college. You may have heard about it. It's a fashion school. I major in business in fashion in case you want to know." He was smart and on his toes.

"Okay. I go to Columbia University, I major in the arts of music." I said hoping to get something going.

"Oh... Your that guy." Kurt said with a smug smile.

"What guy?" Should I be offended yet? Or should I wait to see where this goes?

"Nothing just... I pegged you for the music guy. I bet you have a guitar or a piano or something." Kurt said setting his mug down.

"How could you possibly know that?" No one can read me that easily. Even Sebastian couldn't read me, he was always grasping for something when he asked if I was alright. He never got it. But this guy, Kurt, he comes into my home and in minutes he's got me pegged.

"Just your curly, unruly hair and your white, wrinkled v-tee kind of gave me the vibe. And the brown leather jacket? That was a dead give-away."

"Well... I don't major in fashion like some." I said hitting back. He hit his chest in the heart in a dramatic way.

"Ouch that... Just hurt. Right in the heart. Just wow. How long did you work on that one? Did you strain yourself thinking that one up?" The sarcasm was definatly there, but it was playful not bitchy.

"Okay smart-ass..." I smirked. "Why do you need the space?"

"Oh. Well... I can't afford to live on my own and my boyfriend and I can't move in together because he can't afford half of rent. He can barely afford 1/3. So I needed to find a place and when I saw your ad I thought... Maybe it could work."

"So... You're gay?" I wasn't surprised but I thought there was an off chance he wasn't.

"Yeah. And when I saw that your sign said no homophobes I thought, what better or safer place to live." He let out a nervous chuckle.

I looked at him. He was nice, seemed clean and put together, he went to school. I had one question left though.

"Can you pay half of rent? I mean can you really afford it?"

"Yeah. I have a job down at the coffee shop with my friend. She and I kind of moved here together but then she moved in with her boyfriend. That was another reason I needed a place to stay."

I take that back. I had two more questions.

"When do you want to move in?" I smiled. It was 9:30pm and he was right. It only took me five damn minutes to like him.