Hey Guys! So I decided I'll update every week on Glee Day! Yay! I hope that works for you guys :) I finished this last night, but I wasn't sure when to post it. Sorry this too so long! And sorry about the length, but hey, this is my longest one yet- 963 words! It's an accomplishment for me. So enjoy. Happy reading :)

The car ride is awkward, to say the least. They sit there in silence listening to Katy Perry. Kurt breaks the ice.

"Really, Blaine? Katy Perry?" Blaine just smiles and says,
"Ooh, this next one's my favorite." The music starts up.
'You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on,' the song claims. Kurt smiles.
"You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong." Blaine sang along with a dopey grin on his face. Kurt joins in.
"I know you get me, so I let my walls come down... dow-ow-own. Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets... just love." They stare at each other for a moment and Blaine lets out an edgy, forced laugh.
"Alright... well, this is my place." Kurt gasps. Blaine's house is huge! He should've expected it, what with all of the other houses on the street only being slightly smaller, but Kurt finds his jaw dropping. Blaine forces out another harsh laugh.
"Yeah... it's a bit much."
"No, it's-it's beautiful." Kurt runs out of the car excitedly at the prospect of staying in this beautiful estate, almost forgetting the circumstances for which he has come. Blaine beams at seeing Kurt so happy. He doesn't know it yet, for he is is oh-so-oblivious, but he's falling in love with Kurt, and when Blaine falls... he falls hard.
Kurt turns around.
"You coming? It's your house. Be a gentleman and show me in, you idiot." Blaine, still beaming walks over to Kurt.
"Welcome to my estate, sir," he pronounces, bowing down mockingly. Kurt sticks his tongue out.
"Dork." Blaine and Kurt walk into the house and Blaine gives a tour. He shows Kurt his room, (which Kurt loves) the living room, and all of his favorite places in the house.
Kurt finally decides to go up to his room (after he jumps on Blaine and says, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" to which Blaine laughs)
While Kurt gets settled in his room, Blaine is making a heard decision: how to tell Kurt about his... family situation. Kurt and everyone else think that Blaine's parents are accepting of him. They couldn't be more wrong. There's a reason Blaine is so sensitive to Kurt's situation. He unconsciously rubs the long, dark scar on his side.
Kurt rushes down the stairs, interrupting Blaine's train of thought.
"Blaine, should I make dinner?" He inquires. Blaine laughs.
"Please, I'll order pizza. It's pizza week." He clamps his hand over his mouth, horrified. See, Blaine had different weeks for what he would order, with no mother to cook for him, and god knows he couldn't cook at all.
"Pizza week?" Kurt questions. Blaine stumbles for his words,
"Um, I um, just meant day! Thursdays are pizza days!" Kurt gives him a funny look, but doesn't say anything else about it.
"Hi... yeah, the usual and one Hawaiian pizza. Yeah. Thanks! Bye." Blaine turns to Kurt. So, how do you like it here?" Kurt squeals.
"Are you kidding me? I love it! But... are you sure about this?"
"Yeah... as long as you like it here... welcome, roommate. What's your name?" He sticks out his hand in his dapper fashion.
"My name's Kurt. You're quite the gentleman."
"I'm Blaine and, I know. My best friend tells me that all the time."
"Oh, I'm upgraded to best friend now?"
"Of course." And with that, Kurt officially moves in with one Blaine Anderson.

Kurt

"Blaine! Where's my red bowtie?" I yell down the hall. No response. "Blaine, if you're sleeping..." I let the threat hang in the air. I'd been living at Blaine's for a week while his parents were on a business trip. We'd had so much fun so far. It was nice living with your best friend. We always got along (we had yet to get in to a fight) and we knew everything about each other, so we could go downstairs and get breakfast in our pyjamas and bedheads, have pillow fights at night, and stay up late telling scary stories to try to scare each other.
Blaine was lying in his bed, snoring lightly. "Get up and wipe the drool off your face, dork!" I yell. He doesn't wake up, so I grin and plug his guitar in, cranking it all the way up. I don't play guitar, so the incredibly large sound that comes from the amp is painful to my ears.
Blaine sits up immediately.
"Kur'! What'd'ya wan'..." He grumbles sleepily, much like Finn. Finn. We basically ignored each other now, pretending the other didn't exist. He'd stolen my dad, my house, and I saw him give my mother's old perfume bottle to Rachel!
I growl thinking of that. I'd wanted to go over there and smack the smiles off both of their faces. Well, I think, You can take the last thing I have of my mother, but you'll never have her. And she was the best, most beautiful, wonderful person in the world.
Blaine unplugs his still vibrating amp. "Really, Kurt? And I don't drool!"
I grin cheekily. "Well, next time, get off your lazy ass and yes, you do drool, it's all over your face. We have to get going. My school starts in two and a half hours, and yours starts in-" I glance at my watch. "Thirty minutes." Blaine groans. He's always complaining oer the fact that his school starts at seven and mine at nine.
Thirty minutes later, Blaine is in his uniform, hair gelled down with an inhumane amount of hair product, and ready to go.
"Did you wash your face, Blainey? Wouldn't want the world to know about your droolng problem." I smirk. Blaine didn't drool. I just like messing with him. He nods, so I say,
"Let's go."