Holey

They shut the door of their brand new apartment quickly, placing the bags on the floor and looking around excitedly. The place wasn't anything near what either imagined- it was small and dirty looking, but it was affordable and it was theirs. No parents, no Finn, no Rachel, just the two of them.

The old furniture welcomed them, looking tired and spent. The tile in the bathroom needed a rug to cover up its stains, but they'll go buy that tomorrow. The kitchen had no food- they'll be eating out tonight, buying food tomorrow as well. The bedroom, however, was better looking. The bed was new, because really, Kurt couldn't sleep on some cheap mattress- he'll get cramps. Bright colored carpet was spread all across the room, wall to wall.

Kurt went immediately to the window, opening the yellow curtains to allow the sunlight in. Blaine looked, dazed, at the stretch of his muscles under the skin, peeking from underneath his shirt when he raised his hands, standing on his tiptoes as he wrestled with the fabric of the curtains.

Without thinking, Blaine moved forward to trace the patch of skin on Kurt lower back before it disappeared. Unalarmed, Kurt sank back into Blaine's warm body, almost purring.

"I like this, you know," he whispered. "We have a place to call our home."

Blaine smiled, nuzzling his neck lovingly. There was no need for any more words, and Kurt turned around to kiss Blaine's adorably innocent smile. His arms came to rest on Blaine's hips, pulling him closer but not that close. Kurt's heart swelled with joy- what did he even do to deserve this amazing life?

"Oh my god!" the call startled them, and they broke apart quickly.

"What the- who was that?" asked Kurt, scared to admit he was genuinely scared.

Blaine scanned the room, and froze, looking up. "Holy shit."

Kurt followed his gaze, and his eyes widened.

There was a baseball-sized hole in the ceiling, and a pair of brown eyes stared back at him from behind it.

"Um, hello?" said Kurt, unsure of what else to say.

"Who the hell are you?" Blaine wasn't as polite.

"I'm so sorry," replied muffled voice that belonged to whomever was still looking at them from the fucking hole in the ceiling. "I'm, uh, your neighbor, I suppose. My name's Jenna. I wasn't really expecting anyone to, well, be there. That apartment wasn't for sale for that long time."

"Hi, Jenna," Kurt was beginning to recover from his shock. "Do you, um, mind explaining to my boyfriend and I why there is a hole in the ceiling of our new apartment?"

"Yeah, it's kind of a long story. I wanted to get it fixed before someone could move in, but you guys came just two days too early."

Blaine's neck was starting to hurt from looking up. Kurt noticed the twitch of his neck and knew he'll have to give him a massage later. Not that he complained.

"So, um, this isn't really a nice way to get to know your new neighbors. Would you like to come up here for some coffee?" suggested Jenna.

Kurt looked warily at Blaine, who nodded. Being friendly to your neighbors could never harm. "Sure thing," smiled Blaine, trying to compensate for his rudeness earlier. "We'll be over soon." Then, almost as an after-thought, he added, "I'm Blaine, by the way. And this is Kurt."

Kurt smiled politely at her, even though million thoughts ran though is mind- including several Is she going to make us pay for fixing that hole, because I'm not sure we can afford it, and This is so weird and a second before he turned back to go and bring their bags, he thought, fairly upset, Great, now we can't have sex until the stupid thing is fixed.


Briefly Beta-ed, I fear. This was a long, tiring day, although is was a lot of fun.