A.N. Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 1 - hope you like chapter 2 where you get to learn a bit more about Blaine and Kurt.
"You really didn't need to do this," Kurt mumbled, sinking his head further into Blaine's hoodie (that somehow smelt like cinnamon – what kind of person smells like cinnamon?) as he watched the boy fumble around to find his keys. Kurt was just about to walk away when with a sudden "Aha!" he produced it from his jeans and swiftly opened the door.
"Make yourself at home!" Blaine shouted as he jogged away, and within a few seconds the low rumble of the washing machine began to resonate throughout the apartment. Kurt had a quick peak around – it wasn't exactly a grand mansion, but it was perfect nonetheless, with everything bar the toilet within two main rooms that were covered from floor to ceiling with bookshelves crammed with a large array of films, music and books.
This guy may be irritatingly perfect, but he sure has good taste.
"See anything you like?" Blaine smirked, making Kurt jump as he leaned onto the doorway.
"Um…Wicked." Kurt said, clearing his throat, "You have the soundtrack to Wicked. I didn't see you as a theatre geek."
"Well I guess we don't know that much about each other then, do we?" the dark haired boy quipped, plonking himself down on the leather sofa in the centre of the room and tapping the seat for Kurt to join him.
"I'm going to NYADA in the fall on one of their theatre programmes, so I'm reliably informed that there are a lot of 'theatre geeks' there."
"Oh no he didn't!" Kurt thought as he joined him on the sofa. He wasn't ungrateful for his place at FIT, but for just about as long as he could remember he'd dreamt of being part of a theatre programme in some swanky Manhattan-based college, yet here was this annoying stranger he'd barely known for 5 minutes living his ideal life! Before Kurt could say something stupid in a jealous rage, he was aware that Blaine had just said something.
"What?" he snapped.
"…what brings you to the Big Apple?'" he said, chuckling to himself at the blue eyed boy's anger. "Gee, no need to be so tetchy!"
As an awkward silence began to fill the air, Kurt realised that the guy was waiting for an answer, a thought that was only confirmed when he looked over and saw Blaine's triangular eyebrows raised in expectation.
"Well I'm starting at FIT in the fall, so I was looking for an apartment with my friend..."
Shit, I forgot about Rachel…
He began to reach for his phone as he continued to talk, "She's actually going to NYADA too…"
Suddenly Kurt heard the beginning of Teenage Dream by Katy Perry and knew that Rachel was trying to contact him. With a quick, "Sorry," to Blaine, he answered the call.
"Kurt? Where are you?" a voice screeched on the other side of the phone, causing Kurt to hold it away from his ear. "I was gonna talk to you before buying the flat, but it was such a nice apartment, and they wanted payment straight away so-"
"-okay Rach, slow down. Where is this apartment?"
As she read out the address, Kurt repeated it aloud and, covering the phone asked Blaine, "Do you know where that is from here?" Blaine nodded in response and a cocky smile spread across his face.
"Easy. Walk out the door, cross the hall, open that door there..." he sniggered, opening his front door and pointing across the landing. "And there you are!"
"Hello neighbor!"