Thank you to the few people that have actually read this and reviewed. The encouraging words mean so much. I still don't own Glee or the characters.
Kurt rubbed a generous amount of facial cream across his nose, spreading it under his eyes. He leaned forward, his face just inches from the mirror attached to his dresser. Scrunching his nose up, he titled his head up, scrutinizing every pour on his face.
"You look fine." Blaine was rubbing a towel across his wet hair as he entered the bedroom.
"Just fine?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine's reflection directly behind him.
"Ok, better than fine. You look beautiful." He smirked, leaning his chin on Kurt's shoulder and staring back at Kurt in the mirror.
"I'm hoping my skin can handle this city air." Kurt grimaced. Blaine laughed, throwing his towel in the hamper and then pulling back the covers on the bed. He crawled in, patting the empty space next to him.
"Are you ever going to get used to this living arrangement?" Blaine chuckled, watching Kurt remove his slippers and place them neatly next to the side table. Kurt edged towards the bed, sliding in ever so slowly.
"I'm better than I was the first night." Kurt said sheepishly. He pulled the covers up to his chin. Even though Blaine lived on campus, he had spent the last couple of nights with he and Rachel, helping them get settled.
"True." Blaine nodded. "I thought you were going to end up sleeping on the floor that night." Kurt elbowed him through the covers.
"Sharing a bed with someone is new to me, Blaine." Kurt sighed.
"Well just how many beds do you think I've shared?" Blaine's eyes widened. A light shade of pink was creeping up on Kurt's cheeks.
"I didn't, um I don't…that's not exactly what I meant." He stuttered.
"It's ok. I know what you meant." Blaine smirked. Kurt shifted uncomfortably in the bed.
"It's just different sharing a room with your brother." Kurt rolled his eyes, an awkward smile spreading across his mouth.
"I get it, Kurt, I really do. This part of the relationship is new for both of us." Blaine smiled, stretching across the bed to turn off the lamp.
"You just handle it better than me, I suppose." Kurt chuckled, closing his eyes tight, hoping sleep would eventually come to him.
"Goodnight Kurt." Blaine whispered, letting his lips trail over Kurt's cheek as he lay back down.
Rachel snuggled closer to Finn, burying her face in his t-shirt, inhaling deeply. He smelled like a combination of soap and shaving cream. He wrapped his arms around her, running a hand over her back.
"Mmmm." She purred.
"It feels so good finally getting to sleep next to you." Finn said, pulling the comforter up over both of their legs.
"You don't snore, do you?" Rachel pulled away quickly, looking up at him. Finn laughed.
"You mean you didn't ask Kurt?"
"I-I didn't think to." She said sheepishly.
"I may or may not have been known to make some strange noises in my sleep before." He grinned as he watched Rachel's face turn a light shade of red. Slapping his chest lightly, she buried her face back into his chest.
"Maybe I should be asking you if you snore." Rachel's head popped back up, her eyebrows narrowed.
"Finn Hudson!" She scoffed. "Ladies do no such thing."
"I just pray your dad's don't find out I'm staying here. I'm pretty sure they'd hop on the next plane to New York." Finn said, continuing to rub her back as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Well where exactly does your mom think you're staying?" She questioned, staring up at the cracked ceiling.
"My mom's cool with it. She knows I'm here and has promised not to say anything to your folks until we have the chance to tell them." He moved his hand to her shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly.
"And we will tell them. I just want us all to get settled first, find some jobs, and become self-sufficient. That way we can prove to them that we really can make it here together."
"We will make it Rach." Finn pulled his arm from under her and propped himself up on it, watching her as she stared at the ceiling. She turned her head, her eyes searching his chestnut brown eyes.
"You think so?" Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to fight back the overwhelming desire she had to cry. To cry for the small apartment they were living in, to cry for the fact that she couldn't find a job, and to cry for the fact that she was too scared to tell her dads that her boyfriend was living with her. She simply stared at the optimism in Finn's eyes as she fought back her own insecurities.
"I know so." Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head, lingering as he felt her relax against her pillow.
"Sometimes your optimism is simply contagious." She smiled.
"That's what I always say about you, babe." Finn winked, laying his head back against his own pillow and turning on his side, away from Rachel. Rachel leaned over to the night stand, turning off the lamp. She snuggled close to Finn's back, pulling the covers up to fight off the chill of the apartment's air conditioner.
"Sweet dreams." Rachel whispered, draping her left arm over Finn's side. She lay completely still, listening to Finn's breathing, while sirens blared in the New York night.