Chapter 7

Kurt's POV

I walked off the elevator and across the hall to our apartment, jingling my keys in my hand and shaking the first snow of the season out of my hair with each step.

'Bout damn time New York.' It had been bitter, cold and threatening to snow for weeks but now, here it was, second week of December. 'Bout time.'

I brushed out the rest of the snowflakes while the rest of it had melted, making my hair deflate. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh over the fact that I had spent twenty minutes on my hair this morning and it was now going to waste. Maybe Blaine would be up for getting dinner – without Quinn this time.I loved Quinn, but I found myself craving time alone with the boy. Admittedly, it was a bit selfish. But for some reason… I didn't care.

My keys slid in the lock and I was about to turn them when I heard laughter from behind the door. Movie? Television show? Then my heart dropped. 'Does he have someone over?' I thought. Life apparently didn't like it when I was selfish. I imagined it being his ex visiting to reconcile and then I felt a lump in my throat. I was about to cry over a person I had met a few days ago; I was about to actually cry.

Then an even scarier thought hit me. What if it was David? Images raced through my head – the phone calls I hadn't picked up, the text messages I had ignored, the lie I had told him. Then I thought about the feelings I had been having for Blaine. I thought about how I stole glances at him during the day when we were shopping, about the fact that I had just spent my whole class thinking about him. I had to face him.

Bracing myself for what was to come, I unlocked the door and threw it open, but the scene I came upon was not what I was expecting. Blaine was sitting Indian style, smiling like a five year old, and the person sitting beside him was a short, long haired, tan woman I knew her very well.

"Rachel?"

A wide, bright smile spread across her lips, and I could feel my mirroring grin. She stood up and ran over to me, wrapping me tightly in her arms as if we hadn't seen each other in forever - which was almost true; since moving to New York we hadn't really gone out of our way to make time for each other, and since she'd earned herself quite a name on Broadway we couldn't really go out without getting attacked by the public.

"I've missed you!" she squealed. "I finished rehearsal early today and I wanted to see you so I thought I stop by your place. But when I stopped by David's apartment he told me that you weren't there, so he wrote me the address and I came here to find your roommate. Who is a pleasure, by the way."

I noticed Blaine smile from the corner of my eye and that made my grin widen. "Do you want to go out for dinner, Kurt? Catch up and all that jazz?" Rachel giggled.

"Of course!" I looked at Blaine with a surprised expression, trying to make it seem like I didn't even really notice he was there. "Blaine, you're coming. Grab your coat." He smiled and did as he was told.

After hailing a cab, driving for an hour and having to distract Blaine from the fact that he didn't know where we were going. When we got to a small vegan restaurant about an hour away from the city, Rachel ordered our usual and a surprise for Blaine. We spent the whole dinner talking and laughing, and I spent the whole night watching Rachel give me knowing looks. Thankfully, she didn't start in on me until after we'd eaten our food and Blaine had excused himself to the restroom.

"He is so cute!" she practically screamed as she hovered her hands over the table.

"I guess…?" Letting her know that I thought he was the most beautiful man in the entire world would not be the best idea. She would never let me hear the end of it.

"I guess? Oh please! You were drooling all through dinner and he was looking at you the same way." Rachel sat back, folded her arms over her chest, and smirked at me. She always thought she was smarter than me, she always thought she knew best.

"Rachel, I know you are just trying to help, but you're not. I will admit that he is attractive, but David is even better looking and I am too happy in my relationship to jeopardize anything." I was the worst liar in the history of the world. Yes, I loved David, and no, I never wanted to hurt him, but the relationship has been weird for a while. Was it me? Was I not trying enough?

"Oh! By the way, David is worried about you. He says you haven't been picking up his calls or replying to his texts." She was raising her eyebrows by this point. "Any particular reason why?"

Blaine couldn't have come back at a more perfect time. "Sorry it took so long, I got lost a few times."

I scooted out of the booth and stood up. "No problem, we should pay and get going, though. Rach has rehearsal early tomorrow. Right, Berry?"

She seemed to just understand. She smiled and got up, and when we paid and Blaine walked out first, she whispered in my ear.

"I won't tell David. But I know you will." And that was it.

I was silent the whole cab ride, while Rachel and Blaine continued to talk and laugh. I couldn't risk talking and looking at Blaine while having Rachel give me those eyes, so silence became my best friend.

When we go to the apartment Rachel gave us hugs and then she was off. Blaine and I walked up the stairs; he was glowing about how great Rachel was and how much he genuinely enjoyed hanging out with her. I listened and gave him a few nods, praying to God that we would get to sleep at a normal time tonight, or at least that I would. Music man would probably be writing his biggest hits album till the sun came up.

It was eleven when we did get in the door and I was livid.

"Hey, I'm gonna hit the hay." Hit the hay? What is my life coming too?

He smiled and gave me a wave as he went to his side of the apartment. I was thankful for a roommate that didn't want to talk or pry. Even though I was guilty of prying and trying too hard, for some reason I didn't like it when people tried to read me. That's probably why I read people first, so they don't feel the need to read me or to know me. It worked with David, and it seemed to be working with Blaine.

It was one in the morning when I heard a light knocking on my door.

"Kurt?" I opened my eyes to find Blaine's head popped in through the small opening with light from the kitchen pouring in behind him.

"Yeah?" I sat up and rubbed my eyes clean from sleep.

"I've uh…" He stepped inside the room carrying a blanket and a pillow. "I've uh… Never been okay or comfortable with sleeping alone and I was thinking I could maybe uh…"

"Um sure. You can uh… Sleep on the floor?" I didn't know if that's what he wanted, but that's as far as I was willing to go.

Apparently that was just what he want, as he quickly and quietly closed the door and then put his pillow and blanket down. I stared at the ceiling for a little while until Blaine spoke.

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For the record, sleeping alone was the only reason that I was up last night playing my guitar. So… Thank you."

I didn't know what to say to that, I didn't know how to truly express that it was no big deal. I didn't say anything. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours until I heard Blaine's breathing pattern slow and turned around to see him sleeping soundly, a beautiful, peaceful look on his face.

"Goodnight Blaine."

And call me crazy or way past tired or whatever, but I swear, right as I was falling asleep I heard Blaine say,

"Goodnight Kurt."