I got my laptop back *happy dance* On another note, I wrote this in my notebook during Spanish yesterday and my handwriting is terrible, meaning I couldn't actually understand a word I wrote, so if any part of this makes no sense then I'm sorry! Please review!
*5 Months Later*
After that, things got a lot worse for Blaine. Apparently, he hadn't saved as much money as he thought he had, and he was struggling to keep up with his half of the rent. Amy had understood at first, and she's paid his half of the rent while he looked for a job, but he was struggling to find one and Amy couldn't afford to pay the entirety of the rent.
He came home from school one day to find a letter taped to his bedroom door. He scrunched his eyebrows together a little, crossing the room to his bedroom.
"Amy?" He called out, pulling the piece of paper off the door. "What's this?" He asked when she came out of the kitchen.
"It's an eviction notice," Amy said blankly. "We have a week to move out."
"But..."
"We've missed more than two months of rent, Blaine. I can't afford to pay for this place by myself."
"Where am I supposed to go?!" Blaine exclaimed. "I have no money!"
"You're never here anyway, Blaine! You're almost always at Kurt's!"
"You're mad at me," Blaine said, his hazel eyes growing sad.
"Yes, I'm mad!" Amy shouted. "I have no money either, you know. But unlike you, I don't have an amazing boyfriend that I can go stay with in the meantime. We're only getting kicked out because of you anyway!"
"Ouch," Blaine said dejectedly.
"Can you just...go away Blaine. Go to Kurt's or something."
"This is my home, too, you know," Blaine argued.
"This stopped being your home when you stopped paying for it," Amy pointed out. "And I kind of want to punch you in the face, so please...just go away."
So Blaine went to Kurt's. He spent the entire journey there trying desperately not to cry, but he finally broke when Kurt opened the door for him.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, wondering why his boyfriend was standing on his doorstep in floods of tears. "What happened?" He asked, pulling him into his arms.
"We got kicked out," Blaine cried, burying his face in Kurt's arm.
"What?" Kurt asked confusedly. "Wait, come inside - it's freezing out there."
They made their way inside and cuddled up on the sofa, and Blaine explained everything from the moment he ran out of savings, right down to his argument with Amy.
"Why didn't you tell me you were struggling with money? I could have helped you."
"Because...I guess I've been trying to prove to you that I'm responsible enough to be a father to Cleo."
"Sweetheart...you have nothing to prove to me. If I didn't want you in her life, you wouldn't be in her life."
"I'm just terrified that you're going to realise that I'm too young for you, and you want somebody more mature than me," he sniffed sadly.
Kurt kissed Blaine softly. "Never," kiss, "gonna," kiss, "happen."
"Promise?"
"I promise," Kurt smiled.
"Good, because you're all I have right now," Blaine frowned. "My best friend hates me, I'm homeless -"
"Move in with me," Kurt blurted out. "I don't...I didn't mean for it to come out like that but..."
"We've only been together for seven months,"
"So?"
"I have no money,"
"Blaine, I don't care,"
"I'm not letting you let me live here for nothing,"
"So pay me back when you get some money," Kurt said. "I love you, Blaine. I don't care about the money. I'd rather you live here for nothing than be out on the streets. I just want to be with you."
"What about Amy? She hates me."
"Give her some space, and then apologise. There's nothing more you can do."
Blaine sighed, leaning against Kurt. "You really want to live with me?"
"I do," Kurt said. "I think...I'm ready for you to be a part of this family. Really be a part of it."
"Okay," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt. "I only have a week to move my stuff out."
"That's plenty of time."
They went to bed shortly after, Blaine struggling to sleep for a good few hours before he finally drifted off with his head pillowed comfortably on Kurt's shoulder. They walked Cleo to school together the next morning before getting coffee, Kurt calling into work sick so that he could help Blaine start packing his things, and also just to be there for him in general.
They made their way back to Blaine's apartment not too much later, a ton of flat pack boxes in the back of Kurt's car. Blaine fiddled nervously with his hands the entire car ride there, knowing he had to face Amy sooner or later.
"Amy?" Blaine called out quietly as he entered the apartment with Kurt.
"Hi," she replied equally as quiet as she emerged from her bedroom in her pyjamas, her hair messy, looking like she'd been crying.
"I'll be in your bedroom," Kurt said, leaving them to talk.
"I'm sorry," they both said at the same time, sad laughter ensuing as they moved towards one another and hugged each other tightly.
"I'm so sorry I got us kicked out," Blaine said.
"I don't even care," Amy admitted. "I just don't want to lose my best friend."
"Me neither," Blaine agreed. "I promise I'm going to pay you back every single penny."
"I love you so much; I'm so sorry I was so nasty to you."
"I deserved it."
"No you didn't," Amy argued. "Are you moving in with Kurt?" She asked, pulling back from the hug.
"Yeah," Blaine said, smiling to himself. "Do you have anywhere to stay?"
"I'm gonna stay with me sister for a while," Amy replied.
"If you need anything, you'll tell me, right?"
"I'll be fine," Amy laughed.
"I know, I just feel so guilty," Blaine said. "If I had just been responsible and gotten a job when I started college we wouldn't have ended up in this mess."
"Blaine, don't beat yourself up about it, okay?" Amy said. "It doesn't matter anymore."
"Fine," Blaine sighed with a little laugh. "I'm gonna go help Kurt. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I promise," Amy smiled. "I need to go to work anyway, I called in sick but I need the money and I'm feeling better now."
Blaine kissed his best friend on the cheek before going into his bedroom to find Kurt all but pulling his wardrobe apart. Kurt froze, a bundle of Blaine's clothes in his hands and a guilty look on his face. Blaine rose his eyebrow a little before bursting out into laughter.
"You are not touching these clothes once they get to our place," Kurt said, not even realising he called it their place. "And I don't care how long it takes - I'm reorganising our entire wardrobe."
Blaine grinned. "Fine by me," he said, crossing the room and planting a kiss on Kurt's lips. "Besides, if I did it myself you'd probably scream the next time you opened the door."
"You can't just leave things half hanging off of the hanger, Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, causing Blaine to let out a giggle.
"I love you," Blaine grinned.
"I love you, too," Kurt smiled. "Now go pack the rest of your stuff and leave me alone."
Blaine gasped mockingly. "You're so sweet!"
"Go!" Kurt exclaimed with a laugh, walking over to the bed and dumping the clothes onto it, immediately beginning to fold them and pack them away.
A few hours and two make-out-sessions later, Kurt and Blaine had finished packing up almost all of Blaine's things and most of the boxes were already in the car.
"You okay?" Kurt asked as he re-entered the apartment after packing another box into the car.
Blaine was sitting on the sofa, staring at a photo of him and Amy on what seemed to be the day they moved into their apartment.
Blaine looked up at Kurt and smiled. "Yeah," he said honestly. "It just feels kind of weird...this is the first place that really felt like home, you know? When I lived with my parents, I felt like I had to tip-toe everywhere because they would question me with every move I made. Then I had that...horrible roommate and it felt more like I was living in hell. When I moved in here with Amy I finally felt a tiny bit happy being in New York."
"Hey, I get it," Kurt said, rubbing Blaine's arm soothingly. "I know this place is full of good memories."
"But now I get to make more memories," Blaine smiled. "With you."
Kurt smiled and kissed Blaine gently. "It's a new chapter for both of us," he pointed out. "And I'm so, so glad it's you."
"Eh, I guess you're okay yourself," Blaine teased, receiving a playfully shove from Kurt in response.
"Jerk," he laughed. "I think we still have time to finish packing up your things. Or do you wanna do it tomorrow?"
Blaine was silent for a few moments while he thought about it. "Let's just do it now," he concluded. "Otherwise I have to leave twice."
"Come on then, gorgeous," Kurt replied, kissing Blaine's cheek and standing up, holding his hand out for him. "Let's get you all packed up and then go and get our little girl."
"Kurt," Blaine said, his hand freezing halfway in the air where he was reaching up to hold Kurt's hand.
"What?" Kurt asked obliviously.
"You called Cleo 'our' little girl," Blaine pointed out, a soft smile on his face.
"Oh," Kurt said, shrugging a tiny bit. "Well...she is. Unless..."
"Nope, no backtracking," Blaine laughed. "Don't you dare ask me if you're moving too quickly for me. If you were then I wouldn't be moving in with you."
Kurt laughed. "Okay, okay," he said.
"Actually, speaking of Cleo...does she know I'm moving in?"
"She's kind of a genius," Kurt said proudly. "When I got her up this morning she asked if you were going to live with us...it's like she has a sixth sense or something."
"And she's okay with it?"
"I think she's possibly more excited than me," Kurt smiled, pulling Blaine off the sofa and cupping his face. "Stop freaking out. She loves you."
"I know, I know," Blaine sighed. "Okay, let's do this."
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Blaine smiled. "I'm sure."