A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews on last chapter! A couple made me smile like a complete fool for the rest of the day. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story. =)

Chapter Five

The pair just sat on the couch, breathing each others air, daring the other to close the gap between their lips. Blaine's hazel eyes burned into Kurt's own pale ones. When Kurt couldn't take it anymore he began to lean in, and Blaine obviously had the same idea as he leaned in too. Their lips pressed against each other, light at first until they became more eager. Blaine's lips were soft and full and perfect. Kurt couldn't believe he had waited this long to do this.

Blaine's hand found the small wisps of hair on the back of Kurt's neck and he pulled on them experimentally. Kurt moaned at the pressure and Blaine took this advantage to bury his tongue in Kurt's mouth. Kurt felt the warm muscle explore his mouth and Kurt responded eagerly, letting his own tongue connect with Blaine's. Kurt felt a shiver of pleasure run up his spine and his back arched involuntarily, only deepening the kiss. That little metal ball that Kurt dreamed of was running along the roof of Kurt's mouth and he couldn't help the low moan at the back of his throat. It was heaven.

It was when Blaine's hands left his neck to travel down his back and just barely touch the swell of his ass, Kurt broke away suddenly. He jumped back, putting as much distance between the two as the couch would allow.

Blaine looked a bit startled at the sudden loss of Kurt. "What's wrong?"

Kurt just gaped at him, unable to speak for a few moments. This was a horrible turn of events. They were just having a nice night, why did it have to be ruined. Kurt turned angry and started to yell, "This whole thing! We were supposed to be just friends! Not get involved." He ended with a bitter spat.

"I don't see why you are yelling at me. You kissed me first." Blaine accused with a finger pointed at Kurt.

"It was a mistake." Kurt's voice shook slightly and he cursed himself for it.

"You don't believe that for a second." Blaine sneered and moved closer to Kurt, once more.

"I do, actually." Kurt's voice was strong, unwavering as he stared into Blaine's eyes, certain. This was not happening again. They were not going to kiss again. They were going to be just friends and that was that.

"Well when you regret this in ten minutes, don't think I will be there to climb into your bed." Blaine stood and started to storm off.

Kurt yelled at the retreating figure, "I wouldn't want you in my bed anyways!"

The only reply was a small snort and a slamming door.

The night consisted of dreams of soft lips and curly hair. Kurt woke up wanting more. After a quick cold shower to cool himself off, Kurt wandered outside his room only to find that Blaine was gone and a sticky-note on the fridge.

I hope you're done with your bitch fit.

I still don't believe you. You want me so bad.

Then again, who wouldn't?

I'll be home late tonight. Don't bother waiting up.

-Blaine (your "friend" that you decided to kiss)

Kurt was suddenly angered again and it took all his will power not to rip the stupid sticky note up. But instead he put them in the top drawer of his bed stand, with the other two notes. It still wasn't creepy. It was a way to document his life. Okay, maybe it was a little creepy but Kurt couldn't help it.

Also, why in the hell was Blaine blaming him? Kissing wasn't one-sided. Blaine leaned in too. Kurt wanted to slap him and then kiss him again. No, he didn't. That was the last thing he wanted right now. No, not true. It was the last thing he needed right now. Sure, he did want to kiss him again. Blaine was right, who wouldn't? Kurt couldn't deny how attractive he was. If only he had a personality to match. Maybe that's why Kurt kissed him in the first place, Blaine was acting like a normal human being. Not some stuck-up cocky boy that he usually was.

"Why the fuck did I do that?" Kurt yelled to no one in particular. "I'm so stupid!" All of his anger suddenly shifted on himself.

That night Kurt watched a movie alone and realized how quiet it was without Blaine. Even though he infuriated Kurt to no end, at least he gave Kurt company. He fell asleep on the couch, this time alone. He could only have been sleeping for a couple hours when the door banged open. Kurt shot up, absolutely terrified at the sudden loud noise.

Although it was quite dark in the apartment there was no denying that it was definitely Blaine coming in. Kurt was going to mutter a greeting and maybe an apology, when a tall dark-skinned male came up behind Blaine and pushed him into the adjacent wall, kissing him hungrily. Kurt could hear Blaine moan and his own mouth fell open in shock. Blaine was so not doing this right now. Blaine growled low and pulled the man towards his bedroom. He hadn't noticed Kurt until he turned in the hallway and caught his eye as the man entered his bedroom. Blaine laughed loud and winked at Kurt before exclaiming to the man, "I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to remember a damn thing." He slammed the door loud and Kurt felt a twinge of something in his chest. Jealousy.

That couldn't be it. There was no way Kurt was jealous. But that feeling in his chest was there and it bubbled fiercely as he began to hear moans coming from Blaine's bedroom. He got off the couch and stormed off into his own bedroom, slamming the door loud enough that they'd be able to hear it.

About ten minutes in Kurt was absolutely certain that Blaine was doing it on purpose. There was no way that this guy screamed this much. There was no way that Blaine moaned that loud. There was absolutely no way that Blaine was a "fucking God!" Then again, he probably was. But did the headboard really have to bang against the wall that hard? If anything happens, Blaine is paying for it.

Kurt couldn't help but be turned on a little from Blaine's moans. He sounded absolutely heavenly. Kurt wished he was the one making him moan, not this random slut. Okay, that was a bit harsh, but Kurt was pissed at the situation. He finally willed himself to sleep, holding a pillow tightly over his head to drown out the noises.

The next morning, Kurt woke up and for a moment it seemed everything was going back to normal. Kurt walked out into the kitchen and saw two plates made for breakfast and steaming cups of coffee, just how they always were before. Blaine was sitting down at the table eating his food quietly and Kurt was just about to sit down when he noticed the man from last night. He was in the kitchen and turned just as Kurt reached the chair and sat himself down in it instead. Blaine looked up to see Kurt, mouth wide open in shock. Kurt closed his mouth and furrowed his brow, he was fuming. How dare Blaine make this random guy breakfast and not him? Kurt felt that same twinge in his chest, jealousy again. He was jealous that this man got Blaine's attention and care. Kurt wanted that. He was so stupid, why did he have to push him away?

Kurt stood there for a moment, looking at the scene before him and then just gave up and headed back towards his bedroom. Kurt was kind of hurt, but that was stupid because it wasn't like they were together or anything. Why did his life have to be so complicated? Why couldn't he just find a nice guy to like?

A few minutes later, Kurt heard the front door shut and then heard footsteps heading towards his bedroom and a simple knock on his door. Kurt groaned and opened the door, "What?" He snapped and yeah that was a little bitchy but Kurt could care less at the moment.

"Geez, why are you acting like such a little bitch?" Blaine sneered and clinked his tongue piercing loudly against his teeth, Kurt noticed this annoying habit became known when Blaine was pissed.

"You tell me."

"Whatever." Blaine rolled his eyes, "I just came to tell you that I put your breakfast in the microwave so it wouldn't get cold."

Kurt's mouth dropped open,"Y-you made me breakfast?"

"Of course I did." Blaine turned sharply and went into his adjacent bedroom with a loud slam of the door and Kurt felt like shit. He's really done it now.

He ate his breakfast alone when Blaine left for band practice. Kurt was starting to get ready for work himself when instead he picked up his cell phone and called the one person who could help him with his stupidity.

"Hummel! What's up?" Puck's cheery voice rang through the phone and Kurt smiled.

"Puck." It was a strangled cry for help.

"What's wrong?" Puck's voice sounded concerned and urgent. Kurt clung to the cold phone and breathed a small sigh of relief from the familiarity.

"I fucked up."

"What did you do now?"

Kurt explained the entire situation. How he got a new sexy roommate who happened to be a giant douchebag. How he insisted that they be friends and just when they were beginning to get along he ruined it by kissing him. How he pushed him away afterward and now that he was with somebody else Kurt was jealous and being a bitch. "What do I do?" He ended and sighed.

"Wow. Your life sounds entertaining. Mine is so boring." Puck laughed lightly.

"Shut up and help me. Please." Kurt begged.

"Let me come visit you." Puck stated simply.

Kurt was suddenly confused, "How is that going to help me?"

"I'm going to be your ex-lover that you're just a little too bit close with." Kurt could tell that Puck was grinning through the statement.

"I don't see how that is going to help anything." Kurt groaned.

"It's going to make this roommate of yours jealous."

Kurt instantly declined, "No. I don't need to start a war." That was the last thing he wanted, a feud between two jealous roommates.

"It won't. It's just going to make him try to get into your pants."

"The war sounds better." Kurt groaned and went to lie on his bed, frustrated at the world. The thing was that Kurt did want Blaine, he knew that he did, but he also knew that he shouldn't. It was a bad idea. A horrible one actually, but there was just something about the boy that Kurt couldn't stay away from. Those rare moments when Blaine was actually normal, Kurt saw everything he had ever wanted in a guy. He had a decent sense of humor, he loved musicals, he was gorgeous, and actually thought Kurt was attractive. He was everything that Kurt had dreamed of when he was in high school. Of course he didn't dream of the bad attitude and crudeness, but Kurt could handle it.

"Do you want my help or not?" Puck questioned, bringing Kurt out of his thoughts.

"I guess." Kurt sighed, "Plus I love when you visit me."

"I know you do. I love visiting too."

"Ugh. I just don't know why he is being so pissy about this whole thing." Kurt flopped down on his bead loudly.

"Well if he's as gorgeous as you described him earlier," Kurt blushed slightly, "then he probably isn't used to being rejected. You hurt his feelings. Believe me if anyone ever rejected me, I'd be pissed."

"I rejected you."

Puck gasped, "That does not count! I was drunk and I'm straight."

"Yeah, but you tried taking off my pants!" Kurt sat up, yelling at Puck.

"So?"

"That sounds very straight." Kurt grinned.

"Your voice and girlish hips tricked me!" Puck yelled accusingly.

"Sure they did." Kurt laughed loudly at the memory. What a night that was. Kurt would never forget the night that Noah Puckerman, the sex shark himself, tried to put the moves on him.

"Shut up Hummel." Puck snapped, "I thought we were never speaking of this ever again."

"We're not. I'm so going to tell Finn one day though. He won't believe it." Kurt laughed.

"If you tell anyone, I will tell everyone how I found you laying in Rachel's bathtub, singing Bohemian Rhapsody, butt naked." Puck growled, threatening.

Kurt gasped, "You wouldn't dare!"

"I would. Don't test me."

Kurt believed he would tell everyone. "I don't even know how I got there, or why I was naked." Kurt laughed at the memory. Rachel's parties got really crazy back in high school. Even though they had all signed Mr. Schue's no drinking pledge they still did. They were teenagers having fun. No one drove home and they just had a good time. Kurt had some pretty embarrassing moments and this one was definitely the worst but thankfully only Puck had saw. No one else knew about it and Kurt wanted it to stay that way.

"I don't think I want to know." Puck replied with a small chuckle.

"Me either. But that was a flawless performance." There was a small laugh exchanged before Kurt sighed, "Gosh, I miss Rachel's parties."

"Me too. But enough reminiscing, I have to go pack. I will be there Friday morning."

"Alright. See you then." Kurt smiled at the thought of seeing his friend again.

"See you, love you!"

Kurt laughed at Puck's endearment. "Love you too." Kurt hung up the phone and chuckled to himself. Why weren't they this close back in high school? Kurt checked the time and realized he was almost late for work, "Oh shit!" He grabbed his stuff and hurried out the door, leaving all thoughts of the coming weekend behind.

Kurt made dinner, like he always did. It was like an unspoken rule between the two, Blaine made breakfast, Kurt made dinner. Sometimes Blaine brought dinner home but Kurt hadn't gotten a text or anything, so he made dinner. He made an immaculate Chicken Parmesan dish. He knew it was one of Blaine's favorites because he had mentioned it once when he had first moved in.

Later that evening the two sat across from each other eating in silence. When Kurt couldn't take it anymore he slammed down his fork with a loud clink, "I'm sorry, okay!" Blaine just stared at him and continued chewing his food. "I'm sorry that I lead you on and then pushed you away and I'm sorry for being such a jackass this morning."

Blaine huffed in agreement, "You haven't the slightest idea what you are doing do you?"

"No, not really."

"Well, I'm going to accept your apology but just because this food is delicious." Blaine proved his point by shoving a generous bite in his mouth and chewing happily.

Kurt smiled, "Thanks. Well do you have anything to apologize for?"

"No, why would I? I didn't do anything wrong." Blaine rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"Are you serious? You didn't do anything?" Astonished at Blaine's statement, Kurt's voice reached frightening highs.

"That's what I said."

"You came in here flaunting yourself around and then claimed to be attracted to me! Then you agreed to be friends and then kissed me! Then when I pushed you away because I made a rash decision you just fuck another guy!" Kurt was yelling now.

"I still don't see what I did wrong. I can fuck whoever I want. And you kissed me!" Blaine yelled back.

"You are so frustrating!" Kurt stood up from the table, throwing his chair back.

"Sorry I don't live up to your standards, sweet cheeks." Blaine stood up as well, clearing his plate and depositing it in the sink before coming back to the table.

"Don't call me that." Kurt seethed with anger, his voice was practically spitting venom at the other boy. Kurt had no idea why Blaine got him this worked up.

"And why not?" Blaine teased moving closer to Kurt.

"Because it's rude."

"Well it's me, so get used to it," Blaine paused and smirked before adding with an exaggerated tone, "sweet cheeks." Blaine moved even closer to Kurt, now so close that their noses were brushing against each other.

"God, I hate you." Kurt breathed before closing the distance between them, crashing their lips together in a sloppy kiss. It was all tongue and teeth but it was exhilarating. Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest and tingles were running up his body. Blaine took his bottom lip and bit down on it, causing Kurt to moan with a pleasure that was new and welcomed. Kurt's body involuntarily arched into Blaine's and it did not go unnoticed that Blaine fit perfectly with Kurt's, just like he had dreamed.

When Kurt just couldn't breathe anymore, he broke away. His eyes snapped open to see Blaine's pupils blown, completely black. Kurt almost moaned at the sight. "Christ, you sure have a way of expressing your hate." Blaine smirked and reached out to grab Kurt at the hips and bring him closer. Kurt felt a deep heat in the pit of his stomach as Blaine's fingertips pressed into his own hipbones. Kurt smiled and placed a small peck on Blaine's lips.

"I don't know why I keep doing that." Kurt smiled weakly and Blaine just snorted a bit.

"You just can't resist me. It's okay, I get it." Blaine smirked and Kurt was beginning to love the sight of that.

"Shut up," Kurt laughed and was suddenly being pushed back into the hallway.

"Mine or yours?" Blaine growled out motioning towards their adjacent bedrooms.

"Blaine, we can't." Kurt put his hands on Blaine's chest pushing him ever so lightly.

"Why the fuck not?" Blaine squinted his eyes and looked utterly confused.

"It's a bad idea." It was. Roommates should not have relationships. Kurt should not be having a relationship with this boy.

"It's a great idea." It was. Kurt wanted it so bad and he couldn't deny how great it felt to kiss Blaine. But he had to stand his ground.

"No, we just can't."

"Are you fucking serious? Really? I can not believe you! You can't just come in here and make out with me and then take it all back the next second. You've done it twice now." Blaine was practically dripping with anger. His eyes sparkled and his brow was furrowed as he yelled.

Kurt was a bit surprised at the outburst. He didn't think Blaine cared so much. "I-I'm sorry. I just don't know what I'm doing."

"Well you better figure it the fuck out." Kurt was getting used to Blaine storming off and slamming his bedroom door like a two year old. But Kurt was not getting used to the guilty feeling in his gut and the want radiating throughout his body. What the fuck was he doing? If he were Blaine, he'd be pissed too. Kurt did keep kissing him and then denying him, but he couldn't help himself and then when he realized what he was doing he knew it was a mistake. Maybe Puck was right, maybe Kurt should just let Blaine in and stop rejecting him.

A/N: Please review if you enjoyed and let me know what you think of where it is going or what you would like to see. I have a general plan but I can always tweak it a bit. =) Thanks!