AN: Hello there fellow mere mortals. It has been 10 months since the first chapter was posted. That's a long fucking time and an apology for the kind people who desperately wanted this story to not be a one shot is in order. I am sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with life and school, and I've kind of forgotten about this to be honest. Co-captain Nellie has been busy writing her other stories, and life too I'm sure, so this chapter is all my doing. If there's still people interested in this story there will be a chapter 3. I promise. I hope you like it and please take a minute to write a review afterwards.
"So how many guys has over all hit on you today?" Santana asked as she sipped her second frappuccino.
"Hold on." Kurt said and put down his cup. He pulled out a crumpled note from the pocket in his hoodie. "One…" He said and put it on the table before pulling out another. "Two…" A third note was placed on the table. "Three…" He digged into the other pocket in the hoodie and pulled out 4 more.
Santana raised her eyebrows as she watched Kurt pulled out numbers from random guys. " Seven. That's really impressive, Kurt." She said but was shushed by Kurt.
"Not done yet," he said and digged into the back pocket of the jeans he'd insisted on changing into in the bathroom when he got to the coffee shop. How he fit anything beside himself in those tight ass jeans is still unknown.
Kurt successfully pulled out 2 more pieces of paper and put them on the table. "Eight and nine." He said, then turned his coffee cup around to reveal 7 digits with "call me xoxo" written beside it. Kurt looked over his shoulder and waved at the male barista.
Santana whispered a "that's so gay" under her breath as she raised her eyebrows at the writing on the cup.
"Ten." Kurt said when he turned back to the girls.
Brittany picked up a note and folded it out. "Christian wants you to call him, sexy. Winkey face." She said.
Santana picked up another and read it.
"Eleven, actually." Kurt said thoughtfully as he picked up his coffee again. "This guy Blaine, the douchebag with the nice arms I texted you about, chased me down the hallway. It was cute." Kurt finished off and picked up his phone for no particular reason and unlocked it.
Suddenly Santana was even more interested. "Nice arms, huh?" Santana said and rested her chin in her hand, looking at Kurt across the table. "Tell us about this Blaine guy." She said and nudged him with her foot under the table.
Kurt shook his head as he checked his emails. "There's nothing to tell, Santana."
"Blaine!" Jeff called after him from the other end of the hallway.
Blaine turned around and put his hands in his pocket. "What?" He called back and looked at his best friend.
Jeff smiled at a guy that walked passed him and Blaine rolled his eyes at it.
Jeff finally turned his attention back to Blaine. "Did you score or are you coming with me back to the dorms?" He asked.
Blaine started walking towards him and ruffled his curls. "I'm coming."
"Oh come on, Kurt." Brittany begged. "We've waited for this all day!" She whined and Santana nodded.
Kurt rolled his eyes and put his phone down. "What do you wanna hear?" He asked.
"We just got partnered up." He then continued and the girls looked knowingly at each other. "Not permanently, thank god." Kurt continued. "He's such a perv! Seriously, he just randomly grabbed my ass in the middle of a lesson." Kurt said and took a sip of his cup. "So unproffesional." He muttered.
"Pretty sure it wasn't random at all." Santana commented as she listened.
Kurt glared at her but continued. "He just came up to me and told me my eyes were really nice," Kurt put a finger on his chin thoughtfully before speaking again. "Or pretty...or beautiful, I can't remember what words he used but-"
Santana cut him off. "That is so adorable, Kurt. He complimented your eyes, that's really sweet and I think you should give him a chance."
"He was referring to my ass, Santana." Kurt said and took a sip of his coffee. "Complimenting my ass but replacing ass with eyes to seem like he wants more than a quickie in the bathroom wich would probably get us both expelled." He said and rolled his eyes. What a jerk.
"That is so clever." Santana said to Brittany who nodded and continued drawing with her finger in the glitter on the table. Where did that even come from?
"By the way," Santana turned to Brittany again. "your mom says you have to stop stuffing glitter up the sleeves of all your shirts. It clogs the washing machine, apparently." She said and patted her back.
That explains it.
In the mean time Kurt had finished his coffee and had begun to put all the slits of paper with random numbers to random guys, who he was never gonna call, into the empty paper cup. "Well, you two have fun with that. I gotta go." He said and put the lid back on. "I got a text on my way here from Marcus," Kurt bit his lip at the thought of his dance instructor who Kurt would let do wicked things with him if he just said the word. "My, well our, dance instructor." He clearified when he got carried away and the girls looked at him suggestively.
Santana smirked and Brittany looked up from her glitter. "He cute?" Santana asked.
"The cutest." Kurt said and tapped his finger on the coffee cup lid. "Anyway," He said before his mind drifted off to their future wedding. "He says he booked a room for me and Blaine tomorrow and I have to practice," Kurt said and Santana raised her eyebrows.
"Stop that!" Kurt said and mentally slapped himself for phrasing his last sentence like that. "A room for us to have a one on one in, you idiot." Kurt said and walked over to the trashcan to throw out his cup before turning around again when he realized that didn't come out right either. "We're gonna have a one on one dance rehearsal, okay? Because Marcus thinks I'm talented and apparently so is the sex crazed hobbit." He said and pulled his bag further up on his shoulder.
"He's small? Oh that's the wild ones, Kurt. You better go practice and, you know, stretch." She told him and winked.
Kurt flipped her off. "Talk to you later." He said as he walked to the door.
"Sure thing, sweet cheeks." Santana called after him. "And don't get that instructor fired just because you have a filthy mind, you sex crazed giant!" She called with a laugh.
"I'm average!" Kurt called back and then he was out the door.
Santana smirked. "I've seen him naked and I'm telling you; that is not average." She said to Brittany who was too busy putting glitter into her cup as she had seen Kurt do with the paper to pay attention.
"Hey Santana, can we go home and play that really fun scissor game?" She asked when she finally looked up at her girlfriend.
"Sure thing, babe." Santana said and took her hand as they threw their cups out and walked out the door too.
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"So who was that guy you fucked on your first night here? He was loud as fuck." Jeff put his arm around Blaine's shoulder as they walked across the road to the dorm building.
Blaine pushed the door open and shrugged. "Oh that? His name is Anthony. He's…alright." He said as he Jeff stepped inside.
Jeff crossed his arms over his chest as he watched Blaine search for his keychain in his bag. "Alright? It sounded like a little more than alright to me." Jeff questioned him.
"Well…He screamed pretty much all way through," Blaine said as he finally found what he was looking for. "and that's just…It's only hot if they've got a good voice, you know?" He said as he now looked for the key to their room in his keychain. "Anyway," Blaine finally found the right key and held it up. "we're in room B26, right?"
"Right." Jeff confirmed. "It even says so on it if you just used that tiny pea brain of yours." Jeff mocked him.
He snatched the key from Blaine and began to walk down the hall with numbered doors on both sides. All the way from room A1 to A50 where the B rooms started.
"Does these letters mean anything? Because, I mean, if it went after class we should be in S for sexy." Jeff said and nudged Blaine with his elbow so he almost fell into the wall as they walked past B9 and B10.
Blaine hit him on the head and took the key out of his hand. "I don't think so, blondie." He said and looked at the number of the room they were walking past. Blaine's eyes moved from the little B21sign on a door to the end of the hall where none other than the guy with the booty from his dance class earlier walked around the corner.
His eyes were fixed on his phone and he had his earphones in. Kurt as Blaine clearly remembered his name being mouthed the words to a song Blaine couldn't say and he may've even been humming along but he was too far away for Blaine to hear.
Blaine watched as he walked past the B40's and hoped Kurt's room wouldn't be too far away from theirs. Kurt stopped at B34 and B35 to look at the number on his key. 7 doors dorms away. That wasn't too bad, Blaine thought to himself.
But Kurt kept walking, eyes still on his phone. Blaine bit his lips as he watched the gorgeous boy with his perfect chestnut hair, styled to perfection and his long, slightly muscular, perfect dancer legs that moved with such grace when he-
"Bro, we're here." Jeff interrupted Blaine's daydreaming by hitting him on the head with his empty waterbottle. "Key up, man."
Blaine blinked and shook his head. "Yeah, sorry." He muttered before putting the key into the lock of their dorm door. He eyed Kurt coming closer and bit his lip again; making a decision. Blaine opened the door to his and Jeff's dorm and pushed his roommate inside.
"Don't ask. I'll explain later." He said under his breath and threw the key inside the dorm with Jeff before closing it and starting to fiddle with the handle as if the door was locked. "Blaine, what the fuck?" Could be heard from inside the dorm as Kurt stopped outside the dorm across from the one Blaine was at and he checked his key before dropping his bag to the floor, still lost in his music.
How fucking lucky do you get to be?
Blaine just hammered on the door once in response to Jeff's question and Kurt pulled out his earphones as he looked over his shoulder only to find Blaine's eyes on him.
Kurt tapped his phone screen once, most likely to stop the music playing. He looked at Blaine and tilted his head a little, those piercing blue eyes moving up and down Blaine's body swiftly. "You." He said simply.
Blaine pulled at the handle on the unlocked door, making sure not to actually press down so the unlocked door would open. "I'm locked out." Blaine said and leaned against the doorframe, his eyes roaming over Kurt's body in those fitted jeans and a shirt that hugged his trained arms and upper body in all the right places with a smirk.
Blaine licked his lips and his eyes found Kurt's. "I don't suppose you'd let in a stranger would you, Kurt, Kurt Hummel?" Blaine said, mimicking and slightly mocking the way Kurt had told the instructor his name earlier, as he slowly made his way over to the oppisite side of the hallway where Kurt stood in front of his own dorm door. He leaned against the wall next to where Kurt stood with the key to his dorm in hand and ready to go inside. "That's such a pretty name," Blaine said as he brushed a strand of hair away that had fallen down on Kurt's forehead. "For a unbelievably pretty boy like you." Blaine said and looked directly into Kurt's eyes. Blaine smiled at him and Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away. "I could show you such a good time, Hummel." Blaine continued and moved his hands to Kurt's waist, smirking devilishly.
Kurt rolled his eyes now and moved Blaine's hands away before sliding his key into the lock and unlocked it easily. Kurt grabbed his bag from where he had put it before the stupidly handsome boy from his dance class had distracted him and he patted Blaine's cheek as he'd done earlier that day.
"Try pushing the handle down next time. Usually works for most people." Kurt adviced him and with that withdrew his hand and stepped into his own dorm. The door shut after him.
Blaine's hands closed around nothing as the door slammed shut in front of him. "Damn it," He mumbled. The door to dorm number B26 opened behind him and Blaine turned around just in time to lock eyes with his roommate as he spoke with a smirk and held the door open for him.
"You as smooth as a mountain side, bruh." Jeff said. Blaine just shook his head and let Jeff pat him on the back as he stepped inside; very amused by his friend's failed attempt at getting some.
"Hey, you want pizza?" Jeff asked as he shut the door to the dorm
Elliott's head snapped up from where he was reading his new roommate's newest issue of Vogue on his bed and looked at said roommate who just walked into the room. Kurt didn't look back at first but instead put down his bag on his side of the room, shaking his head at something.
"Hi." He said when he finally looked at Elliott and now he smiled his usual friendly smile. "Is that my magazine?" He then questioned him as he walked over to his own bed, his eyebrows knitting in curiosity but the smile never left his face.
Elliott was quick to sit up straight and close the magazine, his face flushed a little in embarrassment of getting caught like that. "Hey. Uh, yeah, it's yours" He said and looked at Kurt with the magazine still in his hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just…" Elliott smiled now as he offered it back to Kurt. "I hate when people take my stuff without asking."
Kurt just shook his and kneeled down by the drawers where he kept his clothes. "No, it's totally cool." He said and smiled at him over his shoulder after picking out a new shirt. Kurt had been having trouble earlier with fitting all his button-downs and belts into that drawer earlier and he'd also noticed that this guy wore tighter jeans than Elliott himself. He even wore a pair right now even though Elliott was pretty positive he had just been to a dance class.
"I just had no idea that you were into that kind of stuff but that's awesome." Kurt said and stood up again before casually lifting his training shirt over his head and throwing it into the laundry basket; leaving the upper half of his dancer body very shirtless.
Kurt noticed the way Elliott's eyes had enlarged when he looked back at him and immediately understood why. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
Elliott interrupted him when Kurt started fumbling with picking his sweaty shirt out of the laundry basket again to put it back on. "Kurt, Kurt, it's okay." Elliott couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. "You can take your shirt off without worrying about me either creeping on you or you making me uncomfortable, okay? I want us to be friends." He looked at Kurt to make sure he understood and Kurt nodded with a relieved smile before thanking him and putting the shirt in the laundry for the second time.
"And well, you know, I like to keep up." Elliott continued their previous conversation and held up the magazine. They exchanged another smile with each other and Kurt nodded again. "
"That's a great thing to have in common. Now we can share the cost every month." Kurt told him with a smile as he started searching for something in his drawers by systemathically going through each one.
Maybe he was actually joking about the "sharing the cost" thing. Elliott hoped he wasn't. Not that Vogue was an too expensive investment every month but because Kurt just seemed like a really cool guy that he'd actually wanna share his things with. "We should actually totally do that, Kurt. I guess it's my turn to pay up next month, huh?" Elliott said as Kurt reached the bottom drawer.
"Wait, what are you looking for?" Elliott asked him when he Kurt didn't reply for a few moments.
"Uh…a towel." Kurt said as he closed the drawer and stood back up, running a hand through his hair and looking troubled.
Elliott laughed softly and pointed to the bathroom. "In there, Kurt." He said and Kurt turned to look at the door behind him that Elliott was making him acknowledge.
"Oh, right. Dorm bathroom. I forgot." Kurt said and looked a little embarrassed. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna jump in the shower for a bit." He continued and opened the door to the little bathroom.
A few seconds after the door was locked behind him he unlocked it and poked his head out to look at Elliott who had resumed reading in the magazine that they had now agreed to share. "You can tell me what you think about Kim Kardashian's wedding dress when I get out." He said and pulled his head back in and locked the door again.
Twenty seconds later the water was running and as another minute passed by humming could be heard from the bathroom too. Elliott smiled to himself and flipped another page. Kurt Hummel was an awesome roommate.
Kurt opened the door to the gym and checked the time. There was still 3 minutes until they had to meet; Blaine had time. Kurt put his bag down and unzipped his hoodie before walking over to the stereo unit. He went through his music library to find the right song and plugged it in. He didn't hear the door go as he bend down to pull a waterbottle out of his bag.
"Pretty baby, won't you pardon me." Blaine sang as he slowly approached the other boy.
Kurt rolled his eyes at him as he found the bottle in his back.
"Pretty baby, I couldn't help but see." Blaine continued singing and smirked as he put his hands on Kurt's hips.
Kurt straightened up and put the bottle to his lips as Blaine leaned in to sing into his ear.
"Pretty baby."
Kurt gulped at the low register of Blaine's voice and Blaine softly brushed his thumbs over Kurt's hipbones, making him bite his lip.
"That you look lovely as you can be,"
Blaine spun him around in his arms.
"Are you lonely just like me?"
They stood there for a moment, starring into each others eyes, just breathing, before Kurt pulled away and screw the cap on his waterbottle again.
"That was cute, Anderson." Kurt said in a mocking voice and put down the bottle. Blaine just smirked as he threw his hoodie to the side, leaving him in only a white undershirt.
"Oh Kurt, don't go breaking my heart. Whatever can I do to make you mine?" Blaine asked and started stretching his muscular arms. Kurt pressed play on the stereo and walked onto the center of the floor as the music started playing.
"Dance with me." Kurt answered and pulled Blaine close.
Blaine looked at Kurt sitting on the floor in the sweatpants he had put back on and with his bag in his lap. It was still pouring down outside, making it impossible to leave without getting soaked. The fair skinned boy put his bag onto the floor next to him again and sighed, looking at the clock on the wall. Their first rehearsal together had gone pretty okay in Kurt's opinion. Blaine was a really amazing dancer. Just as good as Kurt and maybe even better, but Kurt would never admit that. Another thing Kurt wouldn't admit is that he could really see why Marcus had insisted on partnering them up.
Him and Blaine really did do well together. It was like their bodies were just made to dance with each other, which of course has nothing to do with anything else besides the fact that they are both very passionate and talented dancers. And if Blaine wasn't such a big douche, Kurt would probably suggest going for coffee sometime.
"Somewhere to be?" Blaine asked in his usual slightly teasing tone.
Kurt looked up to meet his eyes and at the same time he took Blaine's breath away. A smile forced it's way upon Blaine's lips and he quickly turned it into a smirk and lifted his eyebrows at the boy sitting on the floor with his hands wrapped around his knees and whom still hadn't answered his question.
"No," Kurt finally replied. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna spend any more of my Friday afternoon than absolutely necessary with a self-obsessed pretty boy who has a horrible attitude and horrible manners." He finished off and glared a little at Blaine who leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face still as he played with his empty water bottle by throwing it up in the air and catching it again.
"So you think I'm pretty?" He said, sounding way too pleased with what Kurt might've been hinting at.
Kurt's mouth went dry for a moment before he swallowed and discretely turned his face away and tucked some hair in place that was already perfectly styled to try and hide the stupid pink flush that had appeared onto his cheeks against his will. He cleared his throat and looked back at Blaine, the blush faded into something passable as a natural fresh flushed face. "What I was saying is that, that" Kurt eyed the olive skinned boy's luscious curly locks that framed his face beautifully. "did not happen by itself."
Blaine had obviously achieved the look with help from some sort of hair product that probably had "extra wonderful shine" in the name because Blaine's hair looked like a billion suns were constantly kissing every perfect curl on his head but without it looking greasy like the boys at Kurt's old high school. The ones who cared a little bit about their appearance, that is.
"I know how long it takes me to get my hair to look like this." Kurt gestured to the perfectly coiffed hairstyle on his own head and didn't even try to conceal the fact that he knew he had perfect hair. Because he was well aware of that.
"So that," Kurt nodded towards Blaine's head. "does not take less than 20 minutes every morning, which in my book puts you in the pretty boy category."
Blaine had crossed his arms over his chest while Kurt talked and a smug grin decorated his face as he looked at him. He was unable to stop a chuckle from escaping his lips as he listened to Kurt going on about hair and he smiled as he walked over and sat down close to him on the floor, looking directly into the blue diamonds framed by light brown lashes.
"I'll tell you a secret," he said, almost a whisper and his face unmistakably moved closer to Kurt's as Blaine but his lip.
Kurt's breath got caught in his throat for a moment as his eyes accidentally wandered to Blaine's lips for a quick second where his teeth were digging into the bottom one before moving his attention back up to the honey colored eyes that didn't help him much with breathing evenly.
He swallowed again and licked his lips, lifting a brow and staring back. Two could play this game. "Yeah?"
Something tightened in Blaine's gut and he looked at Kurt's face, the tip of his tongue dragging across his lip and the way his eyes got a little bit bigger when he lifted his brow. The corner of Blaine's mouth quirked up into a smirk and he put his hand on Kurt's knee, only barely moving it up his thigh to not push it too far. Blaine liked getting to touch Kurt, but he would swat his hand away immediately if Blaine did too much. And a little bit of touching was better than none at all, right?
"It's aaaall natural, Hummel." Blaine told him, his voice still soft and low. The kind of low that made Kurt Hummel's stomach fill with butterflies and it didn't help that Blaine's face was so close that he could feel the boy's hot breath on his face and it smelled like mint and his eyes were so hypnotizingly gorgeous and his hand was right there on his thigh and oh god his mind was rambling.
Blaine now closed his eyes and tilted his head and oh shit he was leaning in to kiss Kurt. Kurt's breath hitched and 2 inches before Blaine's lips were on his, Kurt stopped them from going further by pressing his middle and index finger to them. God, they were just as soft as they looked.
Kurt cleared his throat and pushed Blaine's face away. "Getting to kiss me requires a tad more romance than that, Blaine Anderson." Kurt told him and pulled his hand back, looking at Blaine who just smirked and stared back.
He didn't seem bummed at all though he just got denied a kiss. "Is that so?" He put his palms on the floor behind him and leaned on them, showing off some really impressive biceps while his eyes remained on the boy in front of him.
Kurt stared a little. A lot, really. Did this guy weight lift with Volvos or something?
Kurt bit his lip and looked up to meet Blaine's golden eyes but they were already well occupied with looking at Kurt's lips again. Kurt licked them and smacked them together smoothly. "Uh huh. And I know you're not really the type for roma-"
Blaine's eyes moved back up to Kurt's and he interrupted his sentence. "You don't think I can romance your pants off, huh Hummel?" Blaine didn't look away and Kurt physically couldn't. Now it was the taller boy's time to smirk. "Well..."
And just like that Blaine was on his feet, looking down at Kurt and offering him a hand. Kurt just stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Kurt questioned him.
Instead of answering Blaine took Kurt's hand and pulled him to his feet as well before dragging over to the big glass door that lead out to a little terrace area outside where it was still raining.
"Blaine, what are we-" Kurt interrupted his own sentence with a giggle as he was pulled across the room and in Blaine's ears that sound was immediately identified as an angel's laugh.
Blaine looked at him as his hand wrapped around the door handle and he couldn't help but smile at the gorgeous person looking back curiously.
He pressed down the handle and then the rather sweet curiosity in Kurt's eyes was replaced with horror. "No. Blaine, no, I swear to god, no."
But it was too late. Blaine had already opened the door and squeezed Kurt's hand to hold onto it more firmly as he pulled him with himself outside in the pouring rain. Kurt's free hand immediately tried to shield his hair from the water but it was to no use.
"Blaine Anderson, I'm going to fucking ki-" This time Kurt's words were silenced by a pair of soft, plump lips that gently pressed against his as the owner of said god blessed creation wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him closer against his chest as he let his other hand slip out of Kurt's to cup his cheek instead as he deepened the kiss.
Kurt could do nothing but whimper and let his fingers entwine into Blaine's now dripping wet curls as he parted his lips for him. One hand moved down to the nape of his neck to pull him closer to Kurt's mouth that was now rather hungrily kissing Blaine; every action empowered by the feeling of this feels so right in his stomach.
When they finally had to break apart to catch their breaths both were panting hard and staring at each other.
Kurt licked his lips and so did Blaine as Kurt's fingers slowly loosened their grip on the boy's hair but Blaine's hand remainded on his cheek. "-iss me?" Blaine said, finishing Kurt's sentence from before he attacked his lips with his own.
Kurt slid his hand that had been resting on Blaine's neck down to his chest and let it stay there as his breathing steadied and he won back the power over his voice. The rain continued washing over them and it stuck to both his own and Blaine's lashes as they stood there in the rain.
"I was…" Kurt licked raindrops off his his lips and stared at the drop of water that had gathered on Blaine's bottom lip. "I was suggesting homicide actually." Kurt said and looked back into Blaine's eyes again.
The corner of Blaine's mouth twitched in amusement and the water droplets Kurt had found so interesting before continued their journey down Blaine's chin. The sky let down a heavier downpour that made both of the soaked dancers look up at the darkness above as if synchronized.
"Some other time maybe." Blaine said loud enough to be heard over the rain hammering on the roof as he looked at Kurt again who took a moment longer to study the sky.
His hairdo that had been his biggest concern a few moments ago was now definitely ruined by the rain and was lying flat down against his forehead and water was streaming down his face and neck. Oh how Blaine wanted to kiss that neck so bad and he almost leaned in to do so just as Kurt looked back down at him.
They locked eyes again and Kurt failed at keeping a smile off his lips as he shook his head at Blaine before slipping out of his grasp and shielding his face with his arm as he ran back towards the glass door to the gymnasium.
Blaine stared after him for a moment, partly because his sweatpants was now clinging to his ass and partly because his mind was too busy focusing on Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt's lips Kurt Kurt Kurt for it to have time to command Blaine's legs to move. The moment he finally did jog towards the gym after Kurt the sky seemed to just make up its mind that now was the perfect time to stop raining again.