A/N: Soo I'm sorry this took so long and I'm sorry it isn't longer. Writing is hard sometimes and mix that with my fear of failure and my incredibly strong ability to procrastinate and you get a terrible concoction. I'm not giving up though.

Note: bold is Blaine's thinking and italics is Kurt's thinking in this particular chapter.

Note: I had them go ahead and move to New York…just go with it, it helped with the writer's block. And it isn't edited because I'm trying to hurry and get something out there to move the plot along.

"Kurt, where should I put the glasses?" Blaine held up the mason jars.

"I guess you can just put them over there by the fridge…that seems like an okay spot, right?"

Blaine shrugged and opened the cabinet, putting the glasses in. Kurt liked to drink out of mason jars for some reason he thought they were "trendy" and "rustic."

"What do you think about putting the silverware by the stove?" Kurt had a handful of forks in one hand and the other hand on his hip. He was looking at the kitchen like a puzzle.

"I think we might be over thinking it." Blaine said. "But yeah, that sounds fine."

Kurt let out a sigh and started putting the forks in the drawer. He finished the forks and started on the spoons.

"I hate unpacking. Why is it taking so long?" Kurt huffed.

Blaine grinned and slid over to Kurt, taking both of his hands and wrapping Kurt's arms around his waist.

"Because we keep getting distracted…" Blaine nuzzled his nose into Kurt's neck.

Kurt smiled, "well maybe we should have a no hands rule until everything is in its place."

Blaine snapped his head up and looked like that was the worst idea he could have ever said.

"Oh don't give me that look, cutie…this is taking forever and you know it."

"Yeah but if I'm not attached to you somehow, then I am not where I belong and we can't have that." Blaine said.

"Oh my. That was like on a whole other planet cheesy."

Blaine faked a hurt look. He took the spoons from Kurt's hands and Kurt raised an eyebrow.

Blaine placed the spoons on the counter. "I think these eating utensils will be fine right here for a while."

As soon as he put them on the counter, Blaine turned away from Kurt and started walking. Kurt stared after him and didn't get it until Blaine whipped his shirt off and threw it on the sofa before he slipped away into the bedroom.

Kurt followed him, forgetting about the silverware. Blaine was already down to his underwear and he pulled Kurt close as soon as he was through the door.

"Oh someone's eager." Kurt managed to say between their lips.

Blaine didn't answer but lifted Kurt's shirt over his head and threw it aside. Kurt didn't care to joke anymore; he was starting to think this really was a lot better than unpacking.

Oh it's a lot better…

Kurt pulled back from the dark hickey he was leaving on Blaine's neck in surprise.

I keep forgetting you can do that.

Mmm I think I can convince you that it can come in handy.

Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and slid the zipper down excruciatingly slow, keeping eye contact the whole time and Kurt whimpered.

Right as Blaine was about to push Kurt's jeans down, the door bell rang and someone was knocking on the door.

You've got to be kidding me

Who could that even be?

We don't even know anyone here…

"I'll go get it." Kurt grabbed his shirt off the floor and buttoned his pants back up in frustration.

Kurt looked through the peephole and whipped the door open to reveal a smiling Santana with two suitcases.

"Lady Hummel! So glad you could finally open the door." Santana said in her usual snark.

"Santana what are you doing here?" Kurt looked genuinely confused and equally as horrified.

"Well you see, I've been in New York for like a month now…sleeping on a couch here and there and I still can't find any roommates. So I need to stay here for a little while."

Santana pushed her way into the apartment with her suitcases wheeling behind her.

"So where should I put my bags? Your room or just by the couch?"

"San, as much as I love you, you can't just barge in on people and say you're living with them…" Kurt tried to sound mad but he was mainly just confused and feeling sorry for her.

"Hummel you didn't say you lived with a hobbit."

Blaine had walked out of the bedroom to see what the commotion was.

Is she serious?

"Santana!" Kurt chided her.

"Hey, I didn't say he wasn't hot."

Blaine reached out his hand for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Blaine, it's nice to meet you."

Santana cocked her head and raised her eyebrows but shook his hand anyway.

"Santana. I'm Hummel's best friend."

"Ah, yes, I've heard lots about you." Blaine said politely.

"I'm sure it was all lovely." Santana said and turned back around to Kurt.

I'm so incredibly sorry about this. I have no idea why she's here.

It's ok, I'm sure she has a good reason.

I think she does, I can tell something's off with her. She's not nearly as bitchy as usual.

…

Blaine gave Kurt a disbelieving look.

Can you maybe give us an hour or so in the apartment so I can talk to her?

Of course honey. I'll just go run some errands. I'll be back in a few hours.

Blaine went back in the bedroom to grab his keys and Santana looked at Kurt he had three heads.

"What was that?" She said.

"Ah, Santana, it was nice to finally meet you. I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but I've got some errands to run…moving in kinda stuff. I hope to see you again."

Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead and slipped out the door.

"Jesus he's too polite." Santana said.