Sleep had not come easy to Kurt that first night. He spent a good two hours just staring at Blaine's sleeping figure in the dark, thousands of thoughts and emotions running through his head. Finally, around four AM, he passed out with his head still resting in his hand, propped up by his elbow.

Despite only being five hours from when he fell asleep, Kurt was beginning to stir around nine. For a moment he just laid there on his stomach with his face buried in his pillow, his brain still in groggy-dream-mode. The events of the previous day yet to reenter his thoughts. He shifted his weight a little, turning slightly onto his side, and let out a little groan.

"Good morning, sleepy-head!"

Blaine's voice jarred Kurt's pleasant thoughts and pulled him into reality. He quickly rolled onto his back and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Blaine!" he exclaimed, resting his eyes on his roommate. "I—Ugh! Just don't—don't look at me for a second!"

Blaine chuckled as he sipped his coffee and watched Kurt's every move as he got out of bed.

"Hey," Blaine started, pointing with his free hand at Kurt's pajama pants. "Didn't I give those to you?"

Kurt looked down at his pants, and horror rolled through his body. Oh god, Blaine was right. How could he have forgotten? He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yes, Blaine, you did."

"That's so cool that you still have them!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and went to one of his bags to look for an outfit for the day.

"I don't think you've been in the bathroom yet," Blaine was saying as Kurt searched through his clothes. "But the dressers and the closet are in there." Kurt felt him close the gap between them. He was now right behind him. "All of your stuff should fit."

"Okay," was all Kurt said before turning around, clothes in hand. As he did so, he came face to face with Blaine, who was roughly five inches from him. "Dear god!" he exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest. "Blaine!" Kurt shoved him backwards slightly in anger. Blaine must have taken it as a joking gesture, because he giggled as he stumbled back. Kurt grabbed his phone and went into the bathroom. "There's something wrong with you," he said over his shoulder as he closed the door.

Alone in the bathroom, he examined his reflection. "You look awful, Mister Hummel," he said to himself as he turned around to turn the shower on. He put a hand under the water to test the temperature before taking off his clothes and getting in. The hot water felt good on his tired body, and he just stood there for a moment, letting his muscles relax. What an awful way to wake up.

And the morning was about to get worse. Kurt realized too late that he'd forgotten to grab his shower stuff. With a heavy sigh, he opened the shower.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Can you do me a favor, please?"

There was a moment of silence, and then the bathroom door opened and Blaine's head popped in. "What is it?"

Kurt quickly pulled the shower curtain in front of his body, glaring daggers at his roommate. "Blaine!"

"What? I could barely hear you."

"You could have at least warned me before you came barging in!"

"Oh, hush. I didn't see anything. What favor?"

Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Can you get me my toiletries bag, please? It's the smallest one."

Blaine's head disappeared, and ten seconds later Kurt's bag appeared in its place. "Thank you." He took it and closed the curtain as Blaine shut the door.

Kurt's shower was slow, and he stayed in until the water began to get cold. As the hot started to fade, he shut it off and stood there for a second before reaching for his towel. He rubbed it over his hair, then his body, and then stepped out onto the bath mat. As he pulled his clothes on, he listened carefully for signs that Blaine was still in the room. He couldn't hear anything, so when he finished dressing, he opened the door to check. Sure enough, his roommate was nowhere to be found.

A sigh of relief escaped him. Kurt picked up his phone and dialed quickly, putting it on speaker phone and sitting it on the counter. He opened his toiletries bag and began his face routine as it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mercedes."

"Kurt! Why didn't you call me yesterday?"

"I'm sorry, hun. I'm pretty sure you'll forgive me when I tell you why."

"I'm listening."

"I met my roommate. Oh god, Mercedes, you'll never guess who it is!"

"Who? Is it Justin Bieber?"

"What? Why would he be my roommate?"

"I don't know! You said 'you'll never guess', so I thought I'd pick someone I would never guess."

"Okay. Anyway. No, it's not Bieber. It's…ugh…It's Blaine."

Silence.

"Mercedes?"

"WHAT THE FUCK, KURT?"

"That was pretty much my reaction as well."

"Girl, what are you gonna do?"

"Try and survive."

"Hey, you know, seconds chances don't come very often, Kurt."

"Mercedes Jones! This is NOT a second chance! This is a disaster! He is invading my dream, and making it a nightmare!"

"Calm down, honey. It's not the end of the world."

"So you say."

"Oh, Kurt. Sometimes I feel like your life could be a TV show."

"You and me both, sister. I hear keys, I gotta go. I love you, I'll text you later."

"Love you!"

Just as Kurt pressed the end button, the door swung open and Blaine strode through. Kurt pretended not to notice and continued rubbing moisturizer into his skin. He leaned in closer to the mirror and tried to ignore the amazing scent that Blaine happened to be wearing.

The wonderful smell got stronger as he came towards the bathroom, his eyes on Kurt. "Ah! You're out!"

Kurt glanced sideways at him, trying to make it seem like he just now noticed that he was back. "Hello, Blaine."

Blaine smiled and crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. Kurt watched him carefully as he put his things back into the bag and sat it next to the sink. Blaine took a step forward and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I think we should go to lunch today so we can catch up." He squeezed lightly before letting go. "What do you think?"

"I think I want to stay in the room today and get my stuff organized."

"Okay then," Blaine said, not even missing a beat. "I'll order something and we'll eat in here and catch up!"

Before Kurt could argue, Blaine was walking away. He sighed and shook his head. He really couldn't understand how Blaine could be so oblivious to the awkwardness of this situation. He had expected him to be a little aloof about the whole thing, but not to the point where he acted like they had been friends the whole time they weren't talking.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and exited the bathroom. Blaine was sitting on his bed, flipping through the phone book. Kurt crossed the room and laid down on his own bed, his arms still crossed. When he glanced at Blaine, he was staring right at him, that stupid grin on his face.

"Why are you staring at me?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow. "Did I miss a spot or something?"

Blaine shook his head and went back to the phone book. "No, I was just thinking about how freaking cool it is that we ended up roommates."

Kurt scoffed and slid his hands under his head. "Yeah. Soooo freaking cool."