Chapter Two
Kurt woke up to the steady beeping of his alarm at 6:30 am. He groaned and reached to turn it off, then stretched and finally opened his eyes. He hummed quietly to himself in the shower and once done Kurt slung a towel low around his hips and walked out of his room into the kitchen. Kurt walked over to the coffee machine only to realize that it was already brewing. It was then that Kurt remembered he had a roommate and he was wearing nothing but a towel.
The terrified boy spun quickly around on one heel and started to sprint back to the hallway only to be met by Blaine simply standing there, blocking his way and looking a little stunned. But of course that expression was soon replaced with smugness, "Well shit," Blaine said with a quirk of the lips, a small smirk.
"Ugh!" Kurt groaned as he crossed his arms, attempting to cover up as much skin as possible. "Can you please move?"
"Only if it's to take you to the bedroom." Blaine's voice was low and he looked completely serious. Kurt gasped at this and blushed a deep red. He was absolutely positive that the blush was covering his whole body.
"I can't believe you just said that," Kurt whispered in a quick rush of breath. "Can you move out of my way now?" He spoke up, loud and stern, and connected his ocean blue eyes with Blaine's hazel ones, which at the moment seemed darker than usual. Those eyes, they did something to Kurt, he could just stare into them forever. He shook his head of this silly thought while Blaine just huffed lightly and side-stepped out of the way, giving Kurt just enough room to squeeze past him in the narrow hallway. Of course, just enough room meant that Kurt's naked torso had to brush against Blaine's covered one.
"You just couldn't resist rubbing up against me, could you?" Blaine snickered.
"You are unbelievable!" Kurt swung his bedroom door open and ran in, slamming it shut again. Kurt could not believe the nerve of him. He angrily ripped a black t-shirt over his head and removed the towel around his waist pulling on some boxers and a pair of extremely tight dark blue jeans for work. As Kurt was taking his time, styling his hair in his bathroom, he realized he really hated the guy that was living with him. He had known him not even a full twenty-four hours and Kurt hated him.
Kurt finally made his way out of his room and to the kitchen. Blaine was pouring the coffee into two mugs. Kurt watched him as he drowned one of them with cream and sugar. To the other, Blaine just added one sugar and a bit of cream, just how Kurt liked it. Blaine handed the shocked Kurt the mug and picked up his own, taking small sips. Kurt just stood there in the kitchen, mouth agape, staring at Blaine with wide eyes. The dark-haired boy snapped at him, "What?"
"Uh," Kurt stuttered, "H-how do you know how I like my coffee?"
"Just had a feeling," Blaine deadpanned and Kurt narrowed his eyes at the shorter boy before taking a sip of his own drink. It was perfect, of course. Kurt hummed happily and greedily took a larger gulp of the coffee. He felt the warmth slide down his throat as he closed his eyes and sighed, content. He opened his eyes and Blaine was just standing there staring at him.
"You really like coffee, don't you?" Blaine asked, head cocked to the side with a small smile playing on his lips.
"I don't think I could physically make it through the day without it." Blaine nodded his head in agreement and behind him the toaster popped up with two bagels. He turned around and grabbed them, putting them on two separate plates, he set one plate on the counter and pushed it towards Kurt. "Thanks." Blaine smothered a generous amount of cream cheese on his and smiled happily as he bit into it. Kurt noticed that Blaine had already made himself quite at home.
They ate their bagels and made small talk, both sitting at the table. Blaine mentioned going out later to get some food for himself and Kurt agreed. There was a moment of silence and Kurt looked up to see a bit of cream cheese on the side of Blaine's mouth. Kurt was going to say something when Blaine's tongue darted out and captured it. Kurt noticed something silver and shiny on his tongue, not like he was staring or anything, but it was there. It took him a long moment before finally realizing what it was, and when he did, the coffee in his mouth sputtered everywhere.
"What the fuck?" Blaine yelled at the choking boy. Kurt coughed and coughed until finally he calmed down and breathed deep.
"Holy shit." The taller boy muttered.
"What?" Blaine asked again, this time a bit more calm.
"You're tongue is pierced. You're tongue is pierced." Kurt squeaked at him from across the table.
Blaine stuck out his tongue, showing off the silver ball. "Yeah, so what?"
"Uh, n-nothing. It just surprised me, is all." Kurt shrugged, trying to brush it off. In reality, Kurt was a little turned on by it and that was just horrible because Blaine was an incorrigible ignorant fuck. Well that was a little harsh, but it was probably true.
"Uh-huh, sure." Blaine started and then leaned back and smirked. "I think you like it." Blaine stuck out his tongue again and rolled the ball around, sliding it across his lips and the entire time just staring at Kurt with those big hazel eyes that made him shiver.
"So what if I do?" Kurt asked, and shit, that wasn't supposed to come out. "Uh, I mean I have to go to work!" Kurt stood up from the table quickly and rushed towards his bedroom. He grabbed his bag and keys and ran out the door not even daring to look at Blaine who was just standing next to the table a little stunned but still a little smug.
Kurt hailed a taxi and headed to work. Kurt didn't particularly like his job but it paid the bills somewhat and it was perfect to get his mind off of what just happened. It was true, he did work on Broadway, although he wasn't actually on Broadway. Kurt Hummel was a fashion consultant. He picked out the stars clothing and helped them with fittings. He even once got to be the understudy to the understudy. He never got to actually perform of course but just being there was good enough for him. Okay, now he was lying to himself, it wasn't good enough. Of course, it wasn't good enough. Kurt Hummel was born to be a star; Broadway was his dream. The truth was, Kurt didn't make it. He had tried. Boy, had he tried. Just when he was going to give up, a friendly director named Scott, noticed his impeccable attire and hired him to help with the fashion in a real live Broadway show. Kurt had accepted almost immediately and now here he was, playing with clothes instead of singing.
In all honesty, it sucked. It was true that Kurt had once said that if Broadway didn't work out, he was going to become a fashion designer. But first off, Kurt didn't think Broadway wouldn't work out. Secondly, Kurt wasn't actually designing anything. He was just running around to boutiques with producers picking out clothes. He did make alterations and add his own little flare here and there, but it wasn't the same.
As he entered the studio the problem in his apartment ran through his head. Blaine was the problem, in Kurt's mind he wasn't even good enough for a name anymore. Kurt had been turned on by that stupid piercing. He hadn't liked it, he had loved it. This thought terrified him as he ran into Scott. "Oh. I'm so sorry!" Kurt gasped out as he stumbled backwards.
Scott chuckled lightly flashing Kurt a small smile, "It's fine. Are you alright?" Scott reached out and grabbed Kurt's shoulders steadying him.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just I have a lot on my mind, I guess." Kurt attempted a smile but his mind was just racing back to Blaine. He shook his head trying to focus on work. He could think about this later.
"Alright, well, Ruby is waiting for you in her dressing room. Something about her dress making her ass huge or something." Scott muttered and ran his fingers through his short blonde hair.
"I don't think that's the dress," Kurt joked and Scott laughed loudly.
"Tell her that and she will kill you." Kurt laughed and nodded his head in agreement. "Now, get going before she has a hissy fit and relax will you? You seem really flustered today."
"Thanks Scott. I'll try." Kurt replied and walked off towards Ruby's dressing room, dreading it as he went. His job wasn't horrible but sometimes stars like Ruby really pushed his buttons. She was constantly complaining about her outfits. Kurt, the bitch he was, was most bitchy to her. He tried to put her in her place. She wasn't going to talk down to him just because she was a star and he wasn't. Kurt could out-sing her any day of the week.
As soon as he walked into the room she went on and on about her ass being huge and Kurt had the sudden thought that his ass was better than hers too. Kurt then proceeded to make a list of everything of his that was better than hers. His hair was better than her dried out auburn hair. His strong muscular thighs were better than her flabby ones. His flat and toned stomach was better than her too-skinny caved-in one. Kurt Hummel was fucking awesome and Ruby Davis was a selfish bitch. Okay, maybe Kurt was being way too mean and judgmental and he even felt a little bad about it for a second, but then he remembered who made him in this horrible mood and he got bitchy all over again.
"Ruby, if you move one more time this needle is going to go up your ass!" Kurt yelled and Ruby gasped but immediately stiffened not daring to move when Kurt's serious tone came out. After a moment of adjusting the dress, Kurt stood up and nodded to Ruby, "It's good to go." Ruby huffed and put her nose in the air as she walked over to the mirror to have a look. Kurt rolled his eyes as she examined herself from every possible angle she could.
After he had gotten her approval Kurt practically sprinted out of the room. He brought a hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose after taking a deep breath. "Calm down, Hummel," He whispered to himself. "Act professional."
"Talking to yourself again, Kurt?" A soft Australian accent floated his way. Kurt turned around and Brett was walking out of his dressing room, towards him.
"Hey Brett." Brett was the other star of the show. He had a wonderful voice and Kurt could listen to him forever. Of course, Kurt could out-sing him as well but that was another story.
"Hey, you okay mate?" Brett placed a gentle hand on Kurt's shoulder and looked at him sympathetically.
"Yes, I'm fine." Kurt replied brushing off Brett's hand and ignoring his hurt expression when he did so.
"Maybe you need to go home and-"
"No!" Kurt cut him off sharply, "That is the last thing I want to do."
"May I ask why you have such a problem with your apartment you were gushing over just a few weeks ago?" Brett inquired slowly.
"It's not the apartment. It's the beast living inside of it." Kurt spat out angrily.
"What is living inside your apartment?" Brett asked, wide-eyed with concern and a little fear.
"Blaine Anderson." Kurt spit out the name like it was venom on his tongue.
Brett gasped and Kurt raised an eyebrow in confusion. Brett jumped excitedly and practically squealed out,"As in Blaine Anderson from the band Blackbird?"
"Wait, what?" Kurt was utterly confused. "Blackbird? I've never heard of it."
"It is a small indie band that I listen to. They are really good and Blaine Anderson is smoking hot!"
"Huh," Kurt muttered. "There is no way that it could be him." Someone couldn't possibly know who Blaine was, Kurt thought. He did say he was a rockstar but Kurt was sure he was exaggerating, there was no way that this guy Brett was talking about was the same one that was currently living in his apartment.
"Well what are you waiting for? Google him." Brett urged on.
Kurt thought about it for a moment before he took out his phone from his pocket and typed in his roommate's name. He clicked on Images and gasped slightly. The first result was an album cover for the band named Blackbird and there Blaine Anderson was, out in front, looking gorgeous as ever. "Oh my God. It is him." Kurt spun the phone around to show his Aussie friend.
"Yeah, that's him! I can't believe you are living with the lead singer from Blackbird! You lucky bastard." Brett slapped Kurt lightly on the arm.
"Lucky?" Kurt asked as if the idea was scandalous. "I am not lucky. Blaine is crude and incorrigible."
"I think you like him." Brett winked.
"What? I do not like him. I've known him for a day." But Kurt couldn't help the faint blush climbing up the nape of his neck.
"All I'm saying is I haven't see you get this worked up over anyone ever."
"Because I hate him." Kurt stuck his nose in the air in defiance, to prove his point.
"I bet you will be fucking in a month. Maybe less." Brett winked again.
Kurt flushed a deep red and hit the Aussie on the arm, hard. "Brett! We will not!"
Brett laughed loud, his long blonde hair shaking slightly. "Oh I forgot, you are a prude."
Kurt gasped, "I am not!"
"Oh, that's right I walked in on you giving that one random guy a blowjob in the bathroom of a bar when you were drunk."
A deep scarlet covered Kurt's face as he tried to defend himself once again, "He was not random! He was my boyfriend!"
"Which you started dating three hours before then promptly broke up with when the night was over." Brett stated with a pointed look.
"Our drunkenness created an intense connection that burned out as soon as we sobered up." Kurt explained this situation like it was the simplest thing in the world and placed fake disgust on his face. Honestly, it was one of the best nights of Kurt's life. It was so liberating and it gave him an intense adrenaline rush. Of course, the next morning he practically puked his guts out realizing he just gave a blowjob to a stranger. But it was fun, not that he would admit that to anyone. He did have a respectable image he would like to have remained intact.
"Whatever, slut." Brett said snidely.
"Says the guy that has banged half the people that work on this stage." Kurt snapped back. This was a usual conversation between the two. They would always make rude remarks to each other. It was fun, and they meant no harm in doing so.
"At least I admit it to myself that I am a whore. You are going to have so much pent up sexual frustration that one day you are just going to jump everyone's bones, including Mr. Roommate."
"I hate you Brett and I am now leaving this conversation." Kurt spun around and walked away, leaving the laughing Australian behind.
Kurt was in no rush to get home after work but he hailed a cab anyways. He was too much of a baby to walk in the cold evening. As he reached his apartment he stood by the door with the key in the hole for the longest time. He breathed deeply and just told himself to act like nothing had happened this morning. Just act like you didn't say what you did and you will be fine, he told himself. Kurt wasn't even going to remind himself of what he said. He refused to acknowledge the situation, although he knew deep down what he had said was true, he couldn't let himself think it anymore.
Kurt opened the door and walked in his apartment with a bit of caution. He hung up his coat and dropped his keys in the bowl beside the door. His eyes searched the apartment tentatively looking for the dark-haired boy who now lived here as well. When Kurt saw no visible sign of him he relaxed and headed towards the kitchen.
There he saw a white note posted on the refrigerator. Kurt raised an eyebrow in confusion and headed over to it only to see cute, scribbly handwriting that said,
I'm headed out to get groceries
since all you have is healthy shit
-Blaine (the curly-haired boy living in your apartment)
Kurt felt a fond smile play on his lips at the signature. Blaine acted as if Kurt could forget who was living with him. Honestly, he had been the only thing on Kurt's mind all day. He also smiled fondly at the fact that Blaine referred to himself as the curly-haired boy. But the smile was wept away as soon as the thought crossed Kurt's mind. Kurt did not think of Blaine fondly in any way, shape or form. Blaine was an incorrigible menace. But still, it was kind of cute, and Kurt would never admit this to anyone, but he took the note off the refrigerator and kept in his room for safekeeping.
When Blaine walked through the door a little while later, arms full of grocery bags, Kurt tensed a little and attempted to ignore him. Kurt then immediately felt awful and went to help him unload all the food he had bought. Kurt was just a little curious to see what Blaine had bought as well. Kurt surveyed the bags on the counter and pulled out a tub of ice cream. "Ice cream, really?" Blaine just shrugged and then Kurt realized that it was his favorite flavor, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. "You know I'm not going to be able to resist this. I don't need ice cream. I need to keep my figure." Kurt complained. And why was he complaining about this to Blaine? He hadn't the slightest clue.
"Your figure is fine. Maybe a little ice cream will do you good." Blaine smirked and he moved closer to Kurt, his voice lowering an octave. "Relax and just indulge in your desires once in awhile." He nearly growled and Kurt felt a blush creep up the back of his neck. Blaine grinned and continued unloading, Kurt following suit.
After everything was put away Kurt headed to the living room and sat himself down on the couch, turning the television on. Blaine followed Kurt into the living room and was now putting a dvd in the player. "Tonight, is my choice of movies."
"Fine," Kurt muttered and Blaine sat next to him on the couch. The movie started playing and Kurt realized what it was almost instantly. "Fight Club?"
"Yeah, it is one of my favorites." Kurt just nodded at Blaine's reply and leaned back, relaxing to watch the movie.
When the end credits started to roll Kurt opened his eyes tiredly. He must have fallen asleep. He felt warm breath on the side of his face and jerked upwards realizing he had been sleeping on Blaine's shoulder. How the hell did that happen? Blaine chuckled softly and Kurt blushed deeply, "I'm sorry."
"It's fine sweet cheeks. I like you much better when you are asleep."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt snapped, ignoring the nickname.
"Whatever you want it to mean." Blaine shrugged and walked off towards the hall. "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."
Kurt just sat there and nodded, not knowing what to say. He finally made his way to his room and what he did then, Blaine would never find out. Kurt got into his bed and pulled out his laptop. He turned it on and went to Google where he typed in 'Blaine Anderson'. He then proceeded to spend the entire night researching the boy who lived in his apartment.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. It was a bitch to write. I didn't know where I wanted to go with it so I went a whole different direction instead. Also sorry it took forever to update. But please review if you enjoyed.