Chapter 5

“Finally you're back! I'm starving.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at his sister as he used his foot to nudge the door closed behind him. “Nobody told you to wait for me to get back. You could've gotten take out or something.”

She rushed over to help with the grocery bags, or so Blaine thought. His sister ended up grabbing the carton of roasted seaweed she asked for and going right back to where she sat on the sofa. Santana laughed from the kitchen.

Blaine shook his head and carried everything over to the counter, placing the bags on top. “It's freezing out. It wasn't that bad earlier.”

With a noisy yawn, Santana nodded, cleaning her dishes. “It is closing in on December.” She watched Blaine start labeling the groceries with either ‘Rachel' or ‘Blaine' and rolled her eyes. “What good is that going to do? I'll end up eating your stuff anyway.”

“You won't.” Blaine grabbed the bag of Doritos and wrote his name in all caps. “Because then I'm eating your stuff.”

“Not if you want to keep your nuts intact. Where's Jeff?”

Blaine squeezed past her and began loading the fridge. “We decided on Dave and Buster's on 42nd Street so he's meeting me there later.”

Rachel turned around. “Later? It's already 9 o'clock at night. I don't like it when you two hang out late. Nothing good comes of it.”

“Eat your seaweed. We're fine.”

“I guess that means I'm coming,” Rachel said, shrugging and turning back to the television. Blaine rolled his eyes at that.

“Rachel, you don't let us do anything fun.”

“Wrong, I don't let you do anything that'll get you arrested.”

Santana gave her a blank stare. “I'm pretty sure that's the same thing.”

“I'm still going,” Rachel told the both of them. Her new roommate shrugged, hopping up on the counter after she dried her hands.

“I guess I'll tag along too.” A noise came from the hallway, causing everyone to look up. “And so will Lady Hummel…” Santana watched her best friend walk in from out the back rooms, dressed in NYU sweats and an orange shirt. “Because there is no way in hell you're staying here alone, moping all night long.”

Kurt joined the pair in the kitchen and picked up an apple. He looked up at Blaine and smiled a little as a peace offering, hoping the two of them were still ok after their little chat. He also hoped that his roommates wouldn't be able to pick up on the fact that he felt like absolute shit. “I think I'm going to pass. Studying and all…”

Blaine watched Kurt turn and walk away as he placed a few Gatorades in the freezer; his eyes dropping to the teen's ass. Santana jumped down from the island and went after him, and Rachel sighed, looking back at the Barbara Streisand documentary she'd been watching.

“I'm not sure why he puts up with Charles. I think he could do a lot better but then again, if I loved someone and my friends told me I shouldn't, I'd probably be upset too.”

Blaine closed the freezer door and went over to the living room. “How do you know Kurt even loves him?”

Rachel scoffed. “It better be love for him to put up with Charles. I guess they were a cute couple freshman year—pretty inseparable now that I think about it. But since sophomore year began it feels like all they do is bicker.” She stopped and looked around, sitting up a bit. “I shouldn't talk about their business like that, though. I just never really got along with Charles.”

Blaine sat down next to her but stayed quiet.

“I think… as long as a person is happy, then it's great. But I don't know if either of them are, so what's the point?”

Blaine shrugged. He'd been telling himself not to care for a while now but he couldn't –not– care. Though the two of them did have their differences, he seriously wanted them to be friends at the very least.

Ok. Bullshit aside, Blaine wanted a lot more than that from Kurt. He lived across the hall from a boy who wasn't only into cock, but was freaking beautiful. Blaine could admit that much. Did he like Kurt's attitude? Not really. But his attitude wouldn't be much of a factor if the two of them were to strictly mess around. And while Kurt said he wasn't going to cheat because he was in a happy relationship, well maybe that didn't matter so much right now. Obviously he wasn't happy. Blaine could probably change his view on things.

Fallon was right, it seemed. Blaine was no good. As of late, he didn't care all that much. All he needed was to do Kurt at least once to get it out of his system.

“Are you wearing that to Dave and Buster's?”

Blaine looked down at his Anderson Boxing Gym hoodie and shook his head no. “I'm going to hop in a ten minute shower and then I'll get ready.”

Rachel nodded, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV. “I'll go pick out an outfit too.”

…

“Put some clothes on Kurt. We're going out with Ren and Stimpy and we're going to have a good time.”

Kurt shook his head no again. “I'm telling you, if you want to go out then it's fine. I really need to be alone to think about what I'm going to do about this. It's driving—”

“About…?”

“About my boyfriend's behavior, Tana. He's distancing himself and I don't know if it's because he's done with me and doesn't want to say it or if something is going on with him, but whatever it is I'm getting really tired of there being no communication—”

“Well there you go,” Santana said obviously. “You have nothing left to think about. You're tired of Charles' shit. I've had it up to here with him for months now. There's literally nothing to think about.” She folded her legs on the bed. “Listen, I know you and he have something precious to you and that's great. But you can't let him reduce you to feeling like shit. You still deserve to get your pasty ass out of bed and have a good time, Kurt.”

Kurt took a deep breath as he looked up at his ceiling. “Can I tell you something? Well, I'd need to show you it.”

Santana gave him a hesitant look. “That depends on what it is.”

Kurt sat up and reached for his cell phone. He would probably regret this, but he needed to talk to someone about it. “Blaine and I texted a little bit on Tuesday when I was with Charlie. I told him to relax it because I didn't want Charles seeing the messages and going apeshit—”

“Wait,” Santana crawled closer to him and reached for the phone, only her best friend pulled it back before she could get it. “What were you two talking about that would cause Charles to go apeshit?”

Kurt shook his head. “It wasn't anything too crazy. Blaine was flirting a bit. I asked him how the hell he got my number. He said it was from you…” he glared at her and she played innocent, mumbling ‘snitch' under her breath. “But then he sent me this video and… just watch.”

The blue eyed teen pressed play and Santana's eyes went wide as she watched and listened. “Fuck.”

Kurt nodded knowingly. “Exactly.”

“I like vajayjay but you have to admit he's a sexy little thing…”

Kurt sighed.

“Why didn't you tell me about this before now?”

“Because I honestly don't trust you all that much.”

Santana nodded. “Makes sense.”

“Blaine and I sort of got into it over that because I've been telling him I'm with someone and he's just way… just so forward.”

Santana smirked. “The boy sees what he wants and he goes for it. I thought he was being a little pussy but apparently he did try and get with you. That makes me proud.”

“Why would you encourage that?” Kurt asked her. “I know everyone in McKinley pretty much cheated on everyone but I didn't and I don't want to either.”

“I respect that. But think of this as me living vicariously through you. Plus, you've been with Charles for a long time. You gotta get a taste of something else, don't you think?”

“Not as long as I'm with him.”

Santana rolled her eyes.

Kurt took the phone back. “Like I was saying, I got mad at him for sending that, but I think I was more mad at myself for watching it as many times as I did.”

His friend snorted.

“And he was mad at me because I didn't answer him which I guess was justified. But we're past that now.”

The Latina raised an eyebrow at her friend as they heard the shower turn on. “I'm failing to see what the problem is…”

“He's attractive. He finds me attractive. We live together. My boyfriend is being a dick. I don't want to actually start finding Blaine funny or sweet or anything that'd make me fall for his charm because then I'm in trouble.”

Santana stood up. “Sucks for you. Hopefully Blaine is an asshole and you'll hate him.”

“I doubt that's the case and that's why I'm weary to hang out with him. I'm fine being here in bed.”

“So you don't think you'll have any self-control if you were to actually like him?” The girl gave him a devious smile. “I'm probably the worst person you could come to for advice on being a decent person, Kurt. But the thing is, we all live together. You're going to end up getting to know him regardless. If he's not an asshole, sucks for you. But staying here and delaying the process won't stop the process altogether.”

Kurt played with the strings on his sweat pants. “You just never let me say no.”

“Duh.” Santana turned to leave. “You can study in the morning, Hummel. Put on something warm!” The door slammed behind her and Kurt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He didn't even know why he was stressing out over this. Blaine had clearly said ‘I'm over it' a few hours ago, so it wasn't like he'd be pursuing anything between the two of them. There was nothing to worry about. Hell, it would probably be a lot of fun, right?

Kurt dragged himself out of bed and went to his closet. He decided on green skinny jeans, a black polo sweater, black Doc Marten boots and his Burberry scarf. After getting dressed, he heard his phone vibrate from somewhere on the bed. He decided that when he was finished styling his hair he'd get back to the person, but while he was styling his hair he realized that he was putting an awful lot of pressure on himself to look good.

Now you're trying to look good for a kid who you shouldn't even be thinking about, Kurt. He sighed and turned away from the mirror, grabbing his phone.

From Charles:

You never replied to my text. I'm really sorry, Kurt. Please answer…

Kurt read the message a few times before turning off his phone altogether. Every single time, Kurt let his boyfriend off the hook way too easily. Even if the two of them argued, Charles was getting what he wanted. The blond knew exactly how to make Kurt crazy and it ended up benefitting him. But that wasn't going to happen tonight. He exited the room and walked to the front of the apartment, deciding to wait out there for everyone. It was rare that Kurt was the first person ready. After about twenty minutes, Rachel came in the room with a smile and a “Yay! Kurt's coming!” She was followed by Blaine a few minutes after who was arguing with Santana about something that was more than likely utterly ridiculous. Santana smiled at Kurt and clapped her hands, Blaine biting his bottom lip a bit when his eyes found his new roommate.

“Muy guapo, papi. Are we ready?”

Kurt rolled his eyes at her and quickly turned to get his coat just so he wouldn't have to look at Blaine who'd been staring since he'd gotten into the living room. They all grabbed their things and headed out of the apartment, chatting as they made their way to the elevator. Well, Kurt chatted with Rachel and Santana. Blaine was quiet; his eyes on Kurt every minute or so.

…

It was a slow walk to the bus stop for the four teens. Santana and Rachel discussed something class related for the whole time, complaining about a professor they shared that they both hated. Kurt and Blaine walked behind them, listening to bits and pieces of it. Kurt put his hands in his pockets as he glanced over at the hazel eyed boy, watching him rub his hands together.

“Do you want to wear my gloves?”

Blaine looked up and Kurt could tell he was a bit surprised. The boy shook his head no, but smiled softly. “Thank you though.”

Kurt nodded.

“So what happened with Saint Charles?” Blaine asked him, the two swaying slowly a few feet behind Santana and Rachel. Kurt rolled his eyes at that.

“If I ever gave you the impression that he's a saint, I gave you an incredibly inaccurate impression.” Kurt shook his head. “Charles is far from perfect. We all are of course.”

Blaine crossed the street with him and nodded at that.

“It wasn't that he cancelled on me even though he promised we'd do something tonight, it's the fact that he doesn't give me any explanations. I'm left wondering if everything is alright or if he just doesn't think I fit into his new life. That's not a good position to be in after everything we've been through. I always put him first and now… I don't know. I feel like a burden.”

Blaine slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “So he just cancelled your plans without saying why?”

Kurt nodded, feeling the younger boy's eyes on him. “'Something came up' he said. Together for a year and all I'm worth is a ‘something came up'.”

“You're worth more than that.”

Kurt turned to face him and Blaine pulled his beanie down over his ears. “It doesn't feel that way sometimes if I can be honest. He does modeling and now he has an agent so he can work in film… I'm just me. I don't think I can keep up with him.”

Blaine noticed they were by the bus stop when Santana and Rachel turned back to wait for them. He returned his hands to his pockets. “Don't think that way. He's just being a crappy boyfriend right now, and that's not me talking shit about him, it's me talking from experience. I was a crappy boyfriend.”

Kurt hummed acknowledgment. “He's been texting me but I turned my phone off.”

Blaine glanced at him. “What if he needs to reach you?”

“Do you think he honestly needs to?” Kurt shrugged after asking it. “I feel like he's just trying to weasel his way into me forgiving him like always. I always answer when he calls but he doesn't do the same for me. This time,” Kurt looked at Blaine. “He can shove his text messages until I'm ready to answer him.”

Blaine smiled at that. “Ok, badass.”

“Well you'd know.”

“Touché,” Blaine said with a laugh. They stood at the bus stop and Kurt leant against the glass, looking down the city block to see if a bus was coming. Santana took a seat next to Rachel and folded her legs, yawning loudly.

“Wow,” Blaine shook his head at her. “You can't hang with the big boys. We didn't even get there yet and you're already exhausted.”

Kurt smiled when Santana mimicked Blaine's words, giving him the finger afterwards. The youngest present looked away and back at Kurt.

“Hey,” Blaine said, speaking softly so only the boy could hear him. Kurt turned to him and arched an eyebrow curiously. “Turn your phone back on in case I want to text you tonight. You owe me that much.”

Kurt laughed, watching Blaine put his earphones in. “I'll think about it.”

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully. “Ok.”

Rachel announced that the bus was coming, hopping up from the cold seat. “So what are we doing when we get there? Bowling? Pool?”

Blaine stepped forward, tying his Timberland boot laces. “I wanted to go to the arcade but if you guys want to bowl,” he stood up now, “or play pool, I'm down with that. As long as we play for money.”

Santana smiled now. “Don't your parents own most of Pennsylvania? There's no way I'm gambling against either of you.”

“You're being drastic,” Rachel told her. “We're not that rich.”

Blaine smirked. They really were that rich.

Kurt walked up behind Rachel, stretching a little. “This is my first time going so I'll just end up following you guys around.”

“I'm sure Jeff has the itinerary already anyway,” Santana told him.

“And you're going to love Jeff,” Rachel added.

The boxer shrugged at that, making Kurt smiled. 

Blaine allowed everyone to get on the M20 before him when it arrived. They all paid and Blaine followed his roommates to the middle of the bus. It wasn't too crowded luckily. Rachel sat at a single seat on one side, and Santana took the free seat behind her. Kurt noticed the only free seats near the girls were directly across from them, a pair together. Santana smirked at him and Blaine noticed, rolling his eyes at how she was trying to play matchmaker.

“Take a seat, boys...”

Kurt glared at her as the youngest whispered behind him. “I don't bite, Kurt.”

“Shut up,” he replied with a laugh.

The driver pulled off. Rachel opened her book to where she left off before looking at her brother and friend suspiciously. They each sat down—Kurt at the window and then Blaine beside him. When Blaine noticed his sister staring at them he threw a gum wrapper at her, barely missing. Rachel stuck her tongue out and looked back down at her story.

They rode quietly down 8th Ave, the bus stopping frequently for traffic or to let passengers on and off. Kurt turned his phone on out of boredom and went straight to a fashion blog. Blaine turned his music down a little as he listened to music. He looked to his right and at Kurt, nudging him a little with his knee and smiling a bit.

Kurt lifted his eyebrow at the contact and gave the younger teen a look. “What?”

Blaine shook his head, still smiling at him. “Nothing.”

Kurt looked back down at his phone. “Then why are you staring?”

Blaine waited a beat before answering. He looked up and saw a couple people getting on the bus. “I think you look amazing. Don't take it the wrong way.” He turned to Kurt again and the boy was watching him now. “It's just a compliment.”

Kurt nodded to Blaine who looked excruciatingly sexy in his leather jacket and black jeans. He tried not to blush. “You look nice too. Thank you.”

Blaine nodded, returning to his music.

The rest of the ride went smoothly. A guy did try to talk to Rachel and did get yelled at by her little brother, which ended up in an argument between Rachel and Blaine about his overprotective nature when they got off the bus, but beside that, all was well. They walked from 40th street to 42nd and met Jeff on the corner by the Port Authority Bus Terminal. He smiled when he saw Santana coming but after she warned him not to touch her in Spanish, he laughed and promised to behave. Blaine watched him kiss Rachel on the cheek hello before giving his best friend their usual handshake. It was the same one Troy and Abed did on Community.

“This is Kurt, the new roommate I was telling you about.”

“I've seen you at Arlene's,” Jeff said, reaching his hand out to Kurt. Kurt smiled and took it.

“And I've seen you. Lovely to formally meet you, Jeff.”

“Likewise,” he smiled and then looked at Blaine, giving him two thumbs up. Santana laughed and Blaine shoved his friend, trying to kick him in the butt afterwards. Kurt smiled at the two of them before falling in line with Rachel.

…

The group had ordered their food and eaten before going to play. Santana spent most of her time flirting with a lesbian couple at the table behind her and she was relatively successful. Blaine had to give her credit because it was definitely due.

They waited for Jeff to finish eating the food of those who didn't want to or couldn't finish their own before getting up. Rachel sat with her head on her brother's shoulder as the group ran their mouths. After about ten minutes, they decided to go to the arcade first and headed in that direction.

“I challenge someone to Dance, Dance, Revolution!” Rachel said excitedly.

Kurt smiled, following her. “I gladly accept.”

Jeff grabbed Blaine and dragged him over to a Zombie game. “Ok. You two were staring at each other from across the table for basically all of dinner. What's up with you two.”

Santana waited for Blaine to add tokens into the machine before she picked up the gun. He glared at her. “Nothing is up. Not that I wouldn't like for something to be up but he's with someone.”

Santana rolled her eyes. “He's with a chump.”

Jeff picked up the other gun. “That sucks.”

Blaine shrugged. He turned back and watched his sister and Kurt battle at the dancing game, smiling and shaking his head. They were both cute. But, he wasn't going to stress himself out over the whole Kurt thing. It seemed like Charles was screwing things up for himself.

Blaine and Jeff ended up playing a Batman Batmobile driving game a little while later. And after that was a hoop shooting game. No matter where they went, Blaine always looked up to see if Kurt was close. Sometimes Kurt would be laughing at something Rachel or Santana said, but he would glance over and look right back, a small smile on his lips. Jeff told his friend they were both ridiculous.

“We may as well just go over there, Blaine. He wants you to and you obviously want to.”

Blaine shook his head no. “Let's go through a bit more of the arcade games. You know it's not my style to pursue a guy who doesn't want to be pursued. That makes everyone uncomfortable.”

“Well him looking over here and smiling at you says otherwise.”

“Well I'm going by what his lips say.”

“So you're both just going to stare at each other for the whole night?” Jeff rolled his eyes. “I've gotten further with Santana than you two are getting and she's a lesbian, bro.”

Blaine smiled, ignoring his friend. “Let me kick your ass at Red Cup Challenge, and you know I have to play the Mario Kart Grand Prix and then we can go join them… maybe go into the bowling alley or something.”

Jeff smiled, smoothing down his blond hair. “Alright. But you're not kicking my ass.”

…

Blaine kicked Jeff's ass in Red Cup Challenge, then played Mario Kart Grand Prix. He ended up getting a shit load of tickets from there and had paid Jeff for all the tickets he'd won, adding them to his own.

“Go tell them that when they're done we can head to the alley. Whenever they're ready.”

Jeff nodded, walking away. “Aye aye captain. Want something to drink?”

Blaine shook his head no and walked over to redeem a prize. They hadn't played long enough for him to win anything cool like an iPad Air or an XBOX but he didn't exactly want to go home in New York City with either of those things at this time of night. He'd probably make it home but an iPad wouldn't be so lucky. The teen ended up choosing a 44” stuffed gorilla that he was no doubt going to give to Kurt. If Kurt didn't want it, he'd probably let Rachel have it. Maybe.

He looked over the arcade and saw Jeff talking to Kurt; the girls walking towards the restroom. Blaine took a seat and pulled out his cell phone after placing the gorilla next to him on the floor.

To Kurt:

Hey gorgeous… :P

He looked up and saw Kurt reach for his phone. Thankfully, the older boy smiled before looking around the arcade for him. After the unsuccessful attempt, he replied.

From Kurt:

Where are you?

Blaine ducked his head and answered.

To Kurt:

Not far. Miss me?

From Kurt:

In your dreams, Anderberry. :P Seriously, come over here. Jeff just asked me if I think Rachel and Santana will ever mess around and this is a conversation I don't want to be a part of.

Blaine rolled his eyes at his best friend and stood up, going to join the two. He carried the Gorilla and Jeff laughed when he spotted him, Kurt doing the same.

“Oh my god it's adorable. You have to name him.”

Blaine smiled, sitting next to Kurt. “You name him. I got him for you.”

“Awww,” Jeff squeed. “Kurt what are you going to name him? He looks like a Garth.”

Kurt blushed, taking the huge stuffed animal. “I don't know. He kind of looks like Blaine to me.”

Blaine smirked, pinching his side. Kurt giggled as he slapped his hand away and Jeff smiled at the two of them. They were a bit too obvious. “I just wanted you to feel better and to have something to keep you company.”

Kurt smiled at him before looking down at the gorilla. “That's incredibly sweet. Thank you, Blaine. I'll think of a name later on. I want it to be perfect.”

Blaine nodded. “Cool.”

It was quiet after that. Kurt still had a smile on his lips, but he was looking down at the gorilla. Blaine was looking out around the arcade. Jeff stared at the both of them, hoping something would happen, but the two were being extremely boring. “I'm going to go get a Sprite. Anyone want anything?”

Kurt reached for his wallet. “A Coke for me, please.”

Blaine said he was fine again as he moved forward, leaning on the table. When Jeff took the money and walked away, the younger teen pulled out his cell phone. Kurt watched him scroll through Instagram for a moment before pulling his phone out too.

They kept to themselves and stared down at their phones. Kurt wished the silence was comfortable, and maybe it wasn't silent per se since they were in a loud Dave and Buster's with a Jason Derulo song playing, but it was definitely noticeable between the two of them. His phone chirped and he looked at the message, smiling again.

From Blaine:

Be honest. I'm cuter than the gorilla.

Kurt looked over at the boy next to him but Blaine only stared down at his phone, a smile on his face.

To Blaine:

Maybe –slightly– cuter. I don't know. Hm. I take that back. I think you're equally cute.

Blaine scoffed when he read the message and Kurt laughed.

And this was exactly what Kurt was talking about with Santana. This idiot wasn't only hot as hell, but he was way too charming and way too sweet. He did have that badass persona but all Kurt was seeing right now was a boy that was really amazing. He didn't want that to be the case at all.

From Blaine:

You know what isn't cute right now? Your lying isn't cute at all. You know you want this.

Blaine looked up at Kurt as his friend read the message and laughed at the face the blue eyed teen made.

From Kurt:

You flatter yourself much too often, Blaine.

Blaine smiled at the text and looked around, trying to see if the others were coming. He glanced over at Kurt who smirked at him.

“I hope you know we're going to be texting a lot this week.”

“Is that so?”

Blaine nodded. “We have to catch up on the texting we missed out on,” he told him. Kurt laughed and Blaine moved a little closer. “And let's say we make this bowling game a little interesting.”

Kurt slid his phone into his pocket and clutched the gorilla. “Hm. We're probably going to be playing teams though.”

Blaine thought about it. “Fine. You and Santana against me and my big sis. If my team wins, I take you out this week. If your team wins, you can name your stipulation.”

Kurt looked at him and then around the arcade as he thought about it. The staff member that had been flirting with Blaine while they were ordering their food walked by and Kurt rolled his eyes at him. “Would this be a date?”

Blaine smiled. “Well don't you have a boyfriend?”

“I do,” Kurt sassed him back, making the teen laugh. “That's why I was asking. So it's an outing as friends?”

Blaine nodded. “Strictly friends.”

“Ok…” Kurt thought for a moment. “If I win… you have to wait on me hand and foot next weekend.”

Blaine laughed at that, pulling his beanie off and scratching at his curls. “Hm.”

“The whole weekend.”

“You have a deal. I'll put it on the table now what I am willing to do sexual favors if necessary.”

Kurt snorted and Blaine laughed, the two of them bursting into a giggling fit at the sound. Jeff smirked as he looked at Santana and Rachel, all of them approaching the table. “Hello fellas.”

Kurt looked up first and smiled at their friends. He stood up, gorilla in hand. “Hey! Ready to bowl?”

Santana lifted her eyebrow at him. “Someone feels better.” She winked at Blaine before grabbing her friend. Jeff joined the pair with drinks in hand, and Rachel watched them walk away before looking at her brother.

“What's up with the two of you?”

Blaine waved her off as he stood up, returning the beanie to his head. “We were just talking. Listen, you and I need to destroy them in this match, ok?”

Rachel gave her brother a dubious look. “Santana and Kurt?”

“Yes.” They began walking. “Jeff sucks at bowling. You're all I got. I absolutely need to win.”

Rachel nodded. “Ok. Um, did you get that stuffed gorilla for Kurt?”

Blaine nodded, waiting for the ‘I told you not to mess around with our roommate because this could end terribly and then we'll have to move out and not to mention he's with someone' sermon. “I was going to win you one but I remembered that you drowned my Tickle Me Elmo when we were little.”

“For the umpteenth time, it wasn't intentional. I accidentally dropped him in the bathtub.”

Blaine ignored her.

A few feet ahead, Santana and Jeff smiled as Kurt explained the bet. “Ok, so if the gnome twins win, Blaine gets to take you out on a date?”

“Not a date. Just out.” Kurt explained. Jeff scoffed. “But if I win, he'll pretty much have to do whatever I say all weekend.”

Santana hummed. “Does that include blow jobs?”

Kurt rolled his eyes but ended up laughing. “If I wanted it to but I'm not a skank, thank you very much.”

Santana sighed. “Alright. Let's do this.”

…

“I can't believe you'd sell me out, Rachel.” Blaine shook his head as he walked past all of them to the building. Santana and Kurt laughed while his sister smiled, trying to catch up.

“They're going to get me a week's supply of roasted seaweed. You didn't even get me a stuffed animal. It's obvious who loves me more.”

“Leave me alone,” Blaine said, making the three of them laugh more. “I don't like any of you.”

Kurt pulled his scarf around his neck before hugging the gorilla. “I can't wait until next weekend. I want a full body massage.”

Blaine turned around with a smile. “Really?”

Kurt laughed. “Nope. I'm going to let the laundry pile up buddy.”

Santana and Rachel laughed, the older Anderberry wrapping her arms around her brother from behind. “Don't be mad at us. We wub you, munchkin.”

Blaine rolled his eyes.

They talked some more and joked around as they entered the elevator. Blaine checked the time to see that it was almost 3 in the morning. He replied to a text from Jeff saying he'd gotten home before a message came in from his new roommate.

From Kurt:

For the record, you're cuter than the gorilla. Don't tell him I said that.

Blaine smiled, looking up and locking eyes with Kurt. The older teen winked before looking ahead, listening to Rachel and Santana's yapping. Blaine licked his lips when the elevator stopped on their floor and grabbed Kurt's arm, letting the girls get off first so that the two of them could have some privacy. Kurt laughed when Blaine didn't let him walk down the hall. “What is it?”

Blaine smiled. “You should still let me take you out this week.”

“Should I?” Kurt smiled back, more flirty than he felt he should have. “A bet is a bet. You need to hold up your end of the deal.”

Blaine crossed his arms as Kurt smiled at him. “You know you want to…”

“We won fair and square.”

“You bribed my sister to throw the game!” Blaine said, laughing with Kurt. “C'mon. If anything you should be disqualified. Technically I won because you cheated.”

Kurt leant against their neighbor's door. “I resent that.”

“Uh, Kurt…”

The boys looked down the hall to where Rachel and Santana were at their apartment door. Kurt's eyes went wide when he saw Charles standing there. His boyfriend was glaring at Blaine.

“What the fuck is this, Kurt? Who is that?”

Blaine smiled at him. “So this is Charles?”

“Blaine,” Kurt looked at him. “Can you go inside?”

Charles walked over and Santana and Rachel watched. Blaine stepped in front of Kurt, looking the taller teen up and down.

“Blaine, just go.”

Charles looked at him. Blaine's smile dropped as he turned back, looking at his roommate.

“Call me if you need me, Kurt.”

He walked away, pushing past Charles as he went. The taller teen smirked as he stumbled backwards a bit, bracing himself on the wall. He watched as Santana opened the door and let the Anderberrys in first, the Latina staring at Charles before disappearing inside as well.

“I thought you couldn't make it.”

“So you go out with another dude? Who the fuck is that and why is he going inside? Did he get you this shit?” Charles grabbed the stuffed animal away and Kurt watched him, not saying anything. “Are you kidding me?”

“When you calm down, we can have a conversation.” Kurt stepped forward and took the gorilla back. “Until then, I'm not saying anything.”

Charles shook his head, dragging a hand down his face. “You know I came over here to say sorry. You're not replying to my messages… I stayed outside the door for a fucking hour just so we could talk and you show up with whoever the fuck that was… do you understand how that looks?”

“I told you Rachel and her brother were moving in today. Well, yesterday now.” Kurt leant against the wall. “Since you cancelled on me we all decided to go out. There's my explanation. Now, where have you been?”

Charles stared at him. “Busy.”

Kurt laughed, looking away. “I'm going to bed. Goodnight Charles.”

“Fuck.” He reached out for Kurt and grabbed him by the elbow. “Baby, please… I'm sorry. Let me stay with you and I'll explain everything.”

“No.”

“Kurt are you fucking kidding me?”

Kurt turned around and shook his head. “This happens every time, Charlie. I honestly don't know what the hell you take me for but I'm not your booty call. Now if you want to talk, you have my number.”

Santana stepped into the hallway, looking over at them. “You two are going to make the neighbors complain to the landlord. Kurt...”

He turned around and nodded to her. “Sorry. One moment.”

She nodded and retreated back inside after glaring at Charles again. He rolled his eyes and looked at his boyfriend.

“Listen baby, I didn't come over here for anything other than to see you. I swear. I got into it with my sister and I was upset, and then I got into it with another member at my agency because of it and they almost kicked me out. I had a rough day and I didn't want to tell you any of that because I didn't want you to worry.”

Kurt looked at him for a moment before sighing. “It's my job to worry. I'm supposed to be there for you.”

“I don't want that asshole living with you. He has no respect.”

“Well you moved out so you don't get to decide who moves in, Charlie. Santana and I decided and we like the both of them.”

Charles smiled a little. He'd get his way eventually. Kurt always let him get his way, and that asshole wouldn't be around for long. “Fine. You're right, my love. Now can I stay here or are you going to make me go all the way back to Queens?”

Kurt hated himself for a second for the decision he was about to make. “Fine, Charles. But you can stay on the couch.”

His boyfriend laughed. “Kurt…”

“What? I'm serious—Charlie,” he ended up laughing as his boyfriend backed him into the wall. “Stop. I'm serious.”

“I'll sleep on the floor in your room. I hate that couch.”

Kurt pushed him off and looked in his brown eyes. “The floor then. For real.”

“I promise.”

“You break your promises. I promise you're sleeping on the floor.”

Charles nodded. “That's fair. Thank you, baby.”

Kurt turned and walked towards the apartment. “Whatever, Charles.”