So. Drabble number 150! So excited!

This is a very special one, since it is a challenge! (Which I sort of made up myself but shhh)

It's called the How Many AUs Can You Fit Into A Drabble?!

Yes I'm aware of the name being dumb. I am dumb. Life it dumb. Get used to it.

Anyways, this little drabble here contains no less than six AUs! They are: kitty!Kurt, mindreader!Blaine, deaf!Kurt, roommates!Blaintana, badboy!Kurt, and nerd!Blaine.

Wow. *wipes sweat off forehead*

I hope you enjoy!

Cute

Blaine knew it was a bad idea to share an apartment with Santana. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that she couldn't leave anything clean or remember to pay the bills or not waste all the hot water.

But she, too, was going to NYADA and, well, how was he supposed to afford renting a place in New York all by himself?

So he rented a little place just a few blocks away from NYADA with her.

He always wanted to go to NYADA, even though it was frequently frowned upon, since it was the only school around hybrids went to. Maybe that was another reason he wanted to go there- he never had a hybrid friend. He researched about them a lot, because he found then very intriguing, but never met one personally. From what he read and learnt through looking from afar, they were actually pretty cool.

Blaine wasn't what you would consider 'cool'. He didn't dress very tastefully or invested a lot in looks or went to parties or got drunk. His ability to read minds (and often get lost in them, when there were too many around) made him very shy, quiet, and very, very clumsy- which, predictably, resulted in him running into someone just as he walked in the campus, spilling the poor guy's coffee all over his leather jacket and dropping his books to the ground.

Swearing under his breath, he apologized and picked up his stuff as the guy ignored him completely, trying to somehow wipe the coffee off his clothes with a handkerchief he pulled out of nowhere.

Blaine could hear what the guy was thinking, obviously, but it was the same confused buzz everyone he'd ever walked into had. He lifted the last book off the ground and straightened up, muttering, "I'm really sorry about that" before actually noticing the guy standing in front of him and gasping quietly.

The 'someone' he ran into was tall and slender and had cat ears that were flat to his head and tail that was swishing nervously behind him. He was wearing a coffee stained leather jacket and a very tight pair of black jeans. His combat boots were shiny- and big enough to probably really hurt if the guy would kick Blaine in the nuts for spilling his coffee all over his clothes.

It took him a moment to realize the guy never heard his apology, still frantically cleaning his clothes. "I'm sorry," he repeated, but it was just like he was inaudible. "I'm sorry!" he almost yelled. A confused passerby stared. Still, no reaction. Even the man's thoughts were only focused on his stupid jacket that cost a lot and was his favorite. Why couldn't the guy be just slightly polite and at least acknowledge his existence, or not act like he couldn't even hear him-

Wait. Maybe he was… actually deaf?

Of course! Blaine felt like a complete dumbass. How could he not have realized this earlier?

He touched the guy's hand, and he jerked, pulling away and looking at Blaine. "I'm sorry," he mouthed, opening his mouth much bigger than necessary, exaggerating the words. It must've looked really funny, because another passerby joined the first and they giggled together.

Deaf-guy-in-leather-jacket was shocked for a second, the only thing running though his mind why the hell does this guy know I'm deaf? But concealing it well on the outside, and replying in a tone that managed to be teasing- although spoken through unsure lips and voice that broke in all the wrong places. "I can read your lips when you talk normally, you know."

Oh. Right. "Sorry," said Blaine.

"You already said that," pointed the other man.

"Sor- oh. Um. Right. Uh… hi?" he stuttered. "My name's Blaine. Are you a student here?" he asked, wondering a second too late if it was rude assuming he might not be, just because he was a hybrid and deaf and wearing a scary-looking outfit.

"Kurt," he said shortly. "And are you a student here?" he gestured towards Blaine glasses, books, and overall nerdy look that didn't really match a Dramatic Arts school.

"Fair point," he mumbled, and Kurt's lips stretched into a wide grin. He had a dimple.

He's cute.

The thought was both his and not his. Where did it come from? It made him blush fiercely.

He's very cute.

No, this one wasn't his. The one before it, though…

When he made his decision to ask, is heart thumped almost hard enough for him to stop hearing Kurt's thoughts. "Can I get you a coffee? You know, instead of the one I spilled?"

He felt a heart that wasn't in his chest skip a beat. I'd like that very much, he could hear. "Sure," said Kurt nonchalantly, raising his eyebrow.

You darlings. I love you. #150. :')

Thank you so, so much from the very bottom of my heart. I could never do any of this without each and every one of you.