Kurt tapped his laptop with his pen; his notebook open on his lap as he sat beside Santana in a class of theirs. This intruductory  business course happened to be the only one that all three NYU students had together, and while Rachel would usually sit in the front of the class, today she opted to sit in the same area as Kurt and Santana. The Latina rolled her eyes when Rachel took the empty seat directly in front of her at the start of the lesson, but had otherwise behaved maturely. It was indeed a shocker, but totally welcome. 

Kurt hadn't been behaving himself lately. His best friend easily picked up on it a few days ago, but the blue eyed teen had been denying that anything was wrong. That wasn't exactly true, though. There was definitely something wrong, and it was without a doubt the fact that Kurt couldn't stop thinking about Blaine after that stupid video the teen sent him.

He'd only watched it a few times, if your definition of ‘a few times' was twenty plus, but that was only because Kurt wanted to make sure he understood everything that Blaine was saying.

Yeah. We'll stick with that excuse.

The gist of the message was ‘I have a ridiculously good looking body and I'm tattooed everywhere and have tongue piercings and I don't give a crap about your boyfriend or how this video may hurt your relationship'— at least that was what Kurt got from it. Kurt thought Blaine could be such an asshole when he wanted to, and that was exactly why he refused  to respond to the text message Blaine sent the following morning, even though it only said ‘Hello gorgeous.' Blaine had to realize that Kurt wasn't going to entertain his flirty behavior. That was why Kurt didn't answer, even though he did consider replying just to put the younger boy in his place. Hopefully Blaine learned his lesson and moved onto the next guy because he hadn't tried getting in contact with Kurt again after that.

“You're still being weird,” Santana told him. She didn't look up from her notes, though. She just said the four words and continued to study. “Please stop tapping your pen. We're not too good of friends for you not to get kicked in the shin for annoying me, Hummel.”

Kurt put the pen down and slouched back in his seat. After rubbing a hand over his face, he looked down at his phone. No messages. “I'm not being weird.”

Santana ignored him and focused on her work.

Kurt sighed, not knowing exactly who he was expecting to contact him. Charles had that body spray commercial audition he was getting ready for, so he wouldn't hear from him much for the day. Not that he expected to anyway. They barely spoke over text nowadays. It was either phone calls before bed or spending time in person. If that.

Kurt found himself missing his boyfriend and what they used to have more and more. It was kind of lonely at the apartment since he left. Santana was great company, but the girl would often have company of her own over—company of the female variety—and Kurt didn't want to interrupt. Who knows? Maybe after the Anderberrys moved in, they'd become good friends and it would lessen the blow of Charles probably being busy more than not. Well, at least Rachel had the potential to help lessen the blow. Kurt didn't know if he expected anything good to come of having Blaine's room across the hall from his.

“And you're sure you're ok?” Santana asked again. She'd been asking it over and over the past few days. Rachel turned around at the question, checking to see if Kurt was behaving as strangely as her other soon to be roommate was making him out to be. Kurt seemed ok to her, but then again Santana had been living with him for over a year. Kurt even mentioned that the two of them went to high school together. There was no doubt Santana could read the boy a lot better than she could.

“I'm fine,” Kurt finally replied after opening his laptop. “I'm really sorry that Charlie's missing your show tonight. I know how excited you are about it.”

The girl scoffed before full out laughing, the professor shooting their group a look. “Please say that's not why you're moping. I couldn't give a rat's ass if he showed up or not. I can barely stand the arrogant prick.”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“I'm just looking forward to having you there, flirting with a few girls, and having a few drinks with our idiot friends.”

“Where is your show? I'd love to come,” Rachel said excitedly with a wide smile. Santana thought about telling her to kick rocks, but then she huffed and wrote the address down on a piece of paper, passing it forward.

“I've been working here since I came to NY. Sometimes I bartend, sometimes I DJ.”

Rachel looked at the name of the bar and smiled some more. “Arlene's Grocery? My little brother's best friend works there.”

“Blaine's friend?” Kurt asked.

Rachel nodded, giving him an odd look. “Only little brother I have.” She smiled. “His name is Jeff. I—”

Santana interrupted her. “Wait. Blaine's best friend is Jeff? That's impossible. I adore Jeff. Blaine is an idiot.”

Rachel laughed at that. “Well, opposites do attract. But you've only known Blaine for like five minutes. He's a good kid, I swear.”

“So you're coming tonight,” Kurt stated it more than he asked. “Will Blaine come too?”

Rachel tried to keep quiet as she replied to him. “Maybe? I could ask him if you want him to but—”

“I don't want him to!” Kurt said way too quickly. Both the girls and even other classmates of theirs gave him weird looks as a result. “Well it isn't that I don't want him to,” he continued more quietly. “But, I mean, if he wants to then I guess he can. I can't exactly stop him. I was just asking though.”

Santana smiled knowingly, nodding her head. Kurt had to glare at her because of it. Whatever was going on in that big head of hers was not true.

“Well I'll ask him but I'm not sure. He is usually busy Friday nights, but since we're all hanging out he may want to tag along.”

Santana regretted not getting his number now. She could totally instigate something between Kurt and Blaine just for laughs. She was evil like that. “Well I only have a short set. A few songs.”

“I wasn't aware you sang. That's awesome! I can't wait.”

Kurt looked at the two of them as Rachel went back to writing. Santana started to do her hair, fixing it into a messy bun; the hair band she used perched between her lips. The boy looked down at his phone again before putting it away, and then tried to focus on finishing the paper he was writing.

“What time are you off work?” Santana asked.

“At six today. I hope they don't ask me to stay longer. I wanted to do a little shopping. There's a sale at Macy's.”

Santana finished her hair in then looked in the mirror. “Buy me something pretty. Like alcohol.”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

…

When Rachel got home that afternoon, she put her umbrella down by the door and went straight up to her brother's room. There was a lot to tell Blaine about the day, and Rachel was excited to do so. It almost felt like she was going from being the girl who hardly anyone wanted to talk to (people were intimidated by how talented and brilliant she was, she assumed. It was hard for her to make friends because of it) to being the girl who'd be moving in with two of NYUs most popular sophomores. Kurt and Santana were pretty well known by all of the student body, and it was a relatively large student body. It was exciting to be hanging out with the two friends.

She approached her brother's bedroom, knocking on the door that was covered with band posters and a ‘CAUTION: DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT PERMISSION' sign. Blaine's music was playing too loud to hear what was going on though, so she banged a couple more times before walking in.

Halfway through opening the door, Rachel realized that Blaine could've been jerking off or ever screwing someone. She'd accidentally walked in on both before, and apparently she didn't learn her lesson. But luckily, her younger brother was only working out; doing pull-ups on a bar attached to his closet door. The music was blaring and he was counting to himself, not paying much attention to the rest of the world, but when the girl stepped inside a little further and turned off the stereo system, she garnered her brother's attention.

“Hey!”

Blaine looked at her, continuing his pull-ups. He was at it long enough to have a sheen coat of sweat over his arms and a damp spot going down the chest of the blue tank top he wore. “Hi…”

“I had a great day, thanks for asking,” she said. “I'm pretty sure Kurt and Santana accept me as one of their own. I think. They invited me—well the both of us, to Santana's gig tonight at Arlene's Grocery!”

Blaine stopped mid pull-up to look at his sister, trying to see if she was serious. Not about the Kurt and Santana accepting her part. He didn't really care about all of that. But was she going to Santana's gig at Arlene's Grocery? “Jeff's Arlene's Grocery?”

“Yes!” Rachel replied with tons of excitement. “She works there and knows Jeff and everything.”

Blaine smiled as he resumed his exercise, starting from 105 where he left off and then stopping when he got to 120. He jumped down and reached for his towel. “So I guess Santana is the “Hot Spanish girl with the hips who only likes lady parts” that Jeff told me he has a huge crush on. I only go to the bar on Saturdays and she never works Saturdays so I never actually see her. I thought he made her up.”

Rachel shrugged. “So are you coming? Kurt said if I get there when he does, we can go in together and I won't have to pay. I think he's going at around 11.”

Blaine seriously considered it. He wanted to go but Kurt was clearly ignoring him since Tuesday night when they began texting and he didn't want to bother. He'd already spent the last few days telling himself that they'd be roommates, probably not even amicable ones, and that he'd leave the kid alone, so this whole hanging out together thing probably wasn't going to work for him. Besides, since then he'd spent a bit of time with Omar from the gym. Omar didn't ignore him so it worked out great. And maybe he was being a bit of an immature brat because Kurt explained that he was in a relationship, but Blaine didn't care. The least he could do was have the decency to reply to his text and say “I don't want to talk to you.” It was whatever. Blaine was over it .

“Earth to Blaine…”

“Oh…” Blaine shook his head and walked over to his dresser. “I don't know. I'm supposed to hang out with Sugar. We're going to see a movie. But you go and have fun, I can tell you're excited.”

Rachel pouted as she pulled off her peacoat and then her hat. “But Blaine, this is a really good opportunity to hang out with our new roommates before we move in tomorrow. It could really break the ice.”

Blaine was quiet. He turned to his sister and shrugged again.

Rachel sighed. “Well at least think about it? It'll be fun…” she sang. “And I don't know, Kurt really wanted to know if you were coming. I guess he's looking forward to hanging out with you. Maybe you made a better impression than I thought you would at the interview. I gotta give you credit.”

Blaine scoffed, getting down on the floor and starting his sit ups. Usually he'd do this at the gym but there was no way he was going out in the flash flood happening outside. “Sure. I guess he's running out of people to talk about how awesome Charles is with?”

The comment made his older sister stop midstep on her way out of his room. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” Blaine said, breathing in and out as he was trained to while working out. “Just turn my music back on before you go, Rach.”

She nodded as her finger hovered over the stereo's play button. “I'm going to be in the shower. Holler if you need me.”

Blaine nodded and went back to focusing solely on what he was doing.

…

“You should tell me what you're thinking about.”

Blaine smiled as he reached over the table for his friend's fries. “Why is it that you think something is wrong with me?”

“Because I know you, Blaine Devon Anderson. Something is bothering you,” Sugar said, batting his hand away from her plate. “And you're not allowed to eat all of your food and mine too.”

Blaine ignored her, taking her food anyway. “Nothing is bothering me. I'm looking forward to seeing an awesome movie with you tonight.”

“Uh huh.” Sugar looked at him before sitting back. “So where's Rachel?”

“She's out with her new best friends. Kurt and Santana. Or at least she's getting ready to go hang with them.”

“The same Kurt and Santana you're moving in with tomorrow?”

He nodded.

“Well are you going? That sounds like fun. And besides you said Kurt was totally sexy…”

“I'm gonna pass.” Blaine slouched back in his seat and looked at her. The girl have him a look as she played with the pearls around her neck. “Really. We can talk about anything else.”

Sugar pushed the plate towards Blaine. “I think I'm full.”

“Sure?”

She nodded. “When's the next fight?”

Blaine dipped a couple fries in ketchup. “Two months. I'm not going to bullshit like I did versus Jones.”

His friend nodded. “My grandpa said you've been focused at the gym. I'm very proud of you, big head.”

“Well I have been rejected by two guys this week. It's easy to focus after that.”

“You're the one who said you didn't want to talk about that stuff and here you are bringing it up.” Sugar rolled her eyes at him when he blew a kiss. “You're absolutely ridiculous.”

Blaine rolled his neck and looked around the restaurant. “I don't know. I wasn't even trying to get with Kurt. I was just being friendly.”

Sugar smiled at him. “And what is your definition of friendly?”

Blaine smiled back, knowing that he wasn't exactly a saint in this. “Whatever. Can we go to the movie now?”

“You should go with Rachel.” Sugar stood up after Blaine put money on the table. “It would be good for you.”

“Well I'm not going so don't waste your breath, honey bunny.” He stood up and wrapped an arm around her, leading the way back into the mall.

…

Santana's set went well. Kurt and Rachel cheered her on the entire time, dancing with strangers and their friends from NYU as the girl performed songs from Adele and Beyoncé and Amy Winehouse. Kurt was happy when his friend finally went on stage and performed because during that time, he didn't have to worry about having idle time and looking over his shoulder for him to show up. Prior to Santana's set, Kurt sat at the bar zoning in and out of Rachel's conversation with a few of their friends from NYU, glancing around the basement of the club where they were to see if Blaine would walk in. He told Rachel it was a possibility so that meant that it was, and while Kurt wasn't sure why he wanted Blaine to show up so badly, he did. Santana noticed him a couple times and since then, he was much more careful with his scanning of the crowd.

But now, the set was over. It was after 1 in the morning. Kurt doubted that Blaine would show up now, though there were a few stragglers walking in the room. He decided to relax and have a couple drinks, hanging out with his friends until he heard from Charles about how everything went that day.

The thing was, that got old quick. After he and Rachel congratulated Santana, she decided that she'd spend her time with Rachel and the girl's friend from school—Dani. Santana had been talking about getting with Dani for a while now and Kurt knew that now that his best friend was aware Rachel was friends with her, she'd end up kissing reindeer-sweater wearing ass for a while. Because he wasn't interested in watching her pathetic attempt and getting the girl's phone number, he instead tapped Santana and Rachel on the shoulder.

“I think I'm going to get out of here…”

Rachel put the cap on her bottle of water and pouted; the Latina mirroring her expression. “No! We're having so much fun!”

“Wait it out for another hour.” Santana commanded it more than asked, and Kurt rolled his eyes but nodded. He didn't want them walking alone at night anyway so he gestured to the bar and walked over. Rachel nodded at him and smiled.

“Would you like some company?”

“I'm good. I'm just going to try and text Charlie to see how the commercial shoot is going.”

And Kurt did just that. He didn't get a reply of course, and it was more than likely because Charles was filming. So he stayed at the bar, politely refusing drinks from guys who approached him and pretty much being bored.

A few times he did think about texting Blaine, but he didn't. It would be pointless and go against the message he was trying to send in the first place. Even if he wanted to strictly say ‘hey', it wouldn't be fair.

It didn't exactly matter, because at about 2 am, Kurt looked up and saw Blaine walking into the club. The teen was looking through the crowd of crazy, dancing, drunken college kids and probably trying to find his sister. Kurt was surprised that he was there, especially at this time in the morning, but he didn't complain. He watched Blaine unbutton his coat as he waved over to him as best he could.

Blaine noticed the flailing hand and stared at Kurt for only a moment before making his way over. After a few seconds, he'd fought through the tight crowd and squeezed through a couple chicks singing loudly to the Miley Cyrus song playing, finally arriving at the bar. Kurt tried to give him a smile even though the air between them was extremely tense.

“Hey. I didn't think you were going to show.”

Did you even care? “Well here I am.” Blaine couldn't mask the sarcasm in his voice if he tried. “Where's my sis?”

Kurt turned away from the bar and looked through the crowd, trying to see if Rachel was still with Santana and Dani. “They're by the stage. I can walk you there if you'd like.”

Blaine looked away from Kurt, trying not to focus on how great he looked in that vest and in those jeans. He instead scanned through the people as best he could and found the back of his sister's head when a couple dancers moved aside. “I see her. I'm good by myself, but thank you.”

Kurt felt dejected. Even though he knew he shouldn't care because he was the one setting these rules to begin with, he still didn't like the way he felt. Blaine walked off without another word and the taller teen stood there, watching him go.

“He's hot,” the bartender Felicia said, placing a beer in front of Kurt. The boy shook his head no at the offer but said thank you.

“He's attractive, I'll give him that.” Kurt told her.

“Where's Charlie? I didn't think he'd miss Santana's big night.”

Kurt rolled his eyes as he turned to face the brunette. “At work. On a set somewhere.”

Felicia nodded. “Well, that's good for him. Speaking of work, I gotta get back to it. Try to have fun. And drink the beer Kurt. It's a light one.”

Kurt picked it up and tipped it toward her as she walked off. A little alcohol wouldn't hurt. He already felt like crap anyway. He turned and looked through the crowd, watching as Blaine got further and further away.

“Hey,” Blaine reached the group of girls and Rachel smiled widely, hugging him. Santana even smiled and that was a first—her not saying something offensive at even the thought of an Anderberrys presence was a first. “Sorry I missed your set, Santana. I made plans with a friend and didn't want to cancel on her.”

“Next time,” Santana looked around for Kurt, wanting to stir up trouble. “Um, Brian, meet Dani. Dani, this is Brian.”

Rachel smiled at her friend. “My little brother Blaine. I've told you lots about him.”

Dani smiled. “Oh, it's the overprotective rugrat?”

Blaine smirked at that, shaking her hand. “It's nice to meet you, Dani.”

“We should leave and get something to eat,” Santana said next, finally spotting her best friend by the bar. “Kurt's been wanting to leave for almost an hour now.”

Blaine put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “I already ate but I'll tag along with you guys. Jeff didn't come?”

“Nope,” Santana said over the music. “He worked a crazy shift last night and then had to do inventory this morning. I told him to go home. He looked like shit.”

Blaine followed the girls towards the bar where Santana whispered something to Kurt. He nodded and took out the ticket for coat check, giving it to her and leading the way.

As the girls used the bathroom, Kurt and Blaine waited in in the hallway. Blaine leant against the wall, looking at posters and pictures from old performances at Arlene's Grocery and Kurt put on his coat, pacing the floor in what seemed to be boredom. They didn't speak at all.

Ten minutes later the group was walking down Houston Street. Santana stood in between Dani and Rachel as the three of them walked a couple feet ahead. Kurt and Blaine walked side by side behind them. They were relatively quiet and it was really freaking awkward, and just as Blaine thought about how he'd prefer casual conversation about pretty much anything over the stifled tension between the two of them, he quickly changed his mind when Kurt spoke.

“About that video… can you not send me anything like that again? I—”

“Noted,” Blaine said quickly. “I haven't been contacting you at all. You probably didn't notice but it doesn't take me long to catch on. Sorry I weirded you out, I was just trying to be cool with you.”

“I noticed you stopped texting, Blaine,” Kurt told him. “And I didn't mind the texting. I'd like talking to you if it was just… other things.”

Blaine nodded, not looking at him. “You got it.”

Kurt shook his head at the attitude and walked a few paces quicker, joining up with the girls. Blaine rolled his eyes and purposely slowed down. In a few minutes, he'd tell Rachel that they needed to get back to Brooklyn. Tomorrow was a long day after all.

…

It was about 3 o'clock when the Anderberrys moving truck showed up at their new residence. After a less than emotional goodbye to Grandma, Rachel and Blaine were ready to embark on this new journey in their lives. That's how Rachel described it at least. Blaine didn't think it was that big a deal. They exited the vehicle and right away, Blaine got set to help the movers.

“Be careful not to hurt yourself, champ!” Rachel told him, walking towards the building. “As a matter of fact, you shouldn't be doing that anyway. You could get an injury and Mr. Motta would go crazy.”

Blaine ignored her. He needed to do something with himself. Anything. “I'll be fine.”

On the 7th floor, Rachel used her brand new key to open the door to their apartment. She smiled at Kurt who welcomed her and said hello to Santana. The Latina still looked a little hung over as she gave a sarcastic polite wave.

“Where's the snot-nosed punk?” she asked Rachel. Kurt turned the TV away from whatever they were watching to HBO.

“He's with the movers. We don't have much to bring in since all our furniture arrived over the week, so this'll be pretty quick.

Both Kurt and Santana nodded, and the boy gestured to a spot next to him. “Want to relax while the boys get their hands dirty?”

Rachel smiled widely. “I'd love to.”

Just then, Blaine walked in with a few boxes labeled “Rachel”. He dropped them down by the door way and pulled off his bubble coat, hanging it on the coat rack. Kurt saw that he was left in an Anderson Boxing Gym hoodie that was white with black lettering. It was way too easy to see the definition of Blaine's muscles through the material and it took Kurt everything he had not to imagine that video that he may or may not have watched twice that morning.

“Hello Blaine,” Santana spat. “Your rude ass.”

Blaine smiled at her. “Hi Santana. Hi Kurt. Congratulations on Day 1 of Hell.”

“He doesn't mean that,” Rachel said quickly.

“If anyone is going to experience hell living here it's definitely you if you don't close the damn door, Anderberry. You're letting all of the heat out.”

Blaine took his eyes away from Kurt who'd been looking at him too. A couple of the movers walked in behind him with more things and Blaine nodded to them, leading the way to his room. Rachel hurried to close the door behind them.

Kurt pretended to listen to whatever Rachel and Santana talked about before he stood up and went into the kitchen, offering to make snacks. A few minutes later, Blaine and the two guys walked out; one of them taking the other boxes into Rachel's room while the teen led the way downstairs with the other man. Kurt knew this was going to be uncomfortable, and part of him really regretted allowing Blaine to move in. He should've put his foot down as soon as Blaine started to flirt. But maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Maybe they'd just go from hating each other to being tolerant of each other, and life would resume as normal. At least Blaine wasn't harassing him. It wasn't the worst it could be.

And just like Rachel explained earlier, the moving-in process didn't take too long. After an hour or so, both of the siblings were in their respective rooms beginning to unpack. Kurt checked his phone for a message from Charlie, but only had a few from his and Santana's friends back in Ohio. He rolled his eyes. They were definitely supposed to go and see a show tonight, yet he hadn't heard from his boyfriend since before the commercial shoot the previous day.

But, Charles did promise that he wouldn't cancel. Kurt had faith in that. For some stupid reason, he still had a shred of faith in his boyfriend.

Kurt knocked on Rachel's door and saw Santana on the bed when he entered. Rachel was placing things in the closet and Santana had been saying ‘ew' every time she took out a piece of clothing. Somehow, Rachel learned to tolerate the commentary. Kurt still wasn't there yet and he'd known Santana since seventh grade.

“Thank goodness you're here. You're taking her to your job and giving her a complete makeover as soon as you both have the time.” Santana got off the bed and walked in her boy shorts and hoodie over to Kurt, sliding past him. “I'm going to go judge the miniature boxing kangaroo now. Have fun.”

Kurt smiled at her and then walked over to Rachel's bed, taking a seat. “You'll get used to it.”

“I think I have already.” Rachel tossed a few beauty products on the dresser and Kurt got a good look at them, nodding his approval. “I've dealt with a few Santanas in my day.”

“You poor thing.”

Rachel smiled. “But she seems cool overall. And you're amazing. Blaine and I are really, really grateful. I mean it.”

Kurt nodded at the girl. “It's great to have you both here.”

Rachel smiled, returning to her unpacking.

…

“When is your next fight anyway? I'll actually come to it unlike you with my show last night.”

Blaine rolled his eyes. “I explained myself. And I had a fight last week you knew about that you made no attempt to show up for.”

“Well I couldn't stand you then,” Santana said honestly. “But this is cool. I seriously can't believe you got Pacquiao to sign them for you.”

Blaine looked at the boxing gloves and nodded. “The best part of the experience was being taller than him, believe it or not.”

“Ha.”

Blaine was quiet as he made his bed. Santana turned to watch him, leaving the teen's collectibles alone. “When did you pierce your tongue and why two holes?”

The boy sat down and stared at her, pulling his hoodie off. He was left in a Hanes undershirt and smirked. “I feel like I'm on an episode of 60 Minutes.”

“I was thinking of piercing mine but I have the lowest pain tolerance.”

“It isn't so bad,” he told her. “I got two because… I don't know. I like being different I guess. And guys really fucking love it.”

Santana smirked, rolling her eyes away. “I've beat around the bush long enough. Let's talk about the important things.”

“Like?”

“What's taking you so long with Hummel?”

Blaine gave her a bemused expression as he carried his sneakers to the closet. The shoe collection was rather impressive. “I don't know what you mean.”

“You do know what I mean, Anderberry. Why haven't you gotten on that yet? I gave you his number seven days ago and you both barely acknowledge each other's existence. I guess I had too much faith in you.”

“Oh please,” Blaine said, waving her off. “You didn't give me the number because you wanted me to try and get with Kurt. You just didn't want me talking to you.”

Santana knew that was true but ignored it. “False.”

“Why would you even want me to pursue that anyway? Isn't he with your friend?”

Santana started to laugh as she walked towards the door. “Friend? Charles? Mine? Oh shit, Blaine. You're gonna make me piss myself. I'm going to get a beer and watch a movie, I'll see you around.”

Blaine smiled and nodded to her. “Have fun with that.” After she left, he shook his head, refusing to think about what they talked about. At least the Kurt part of it all. He hated that guy's attitude. It was like he thought he was god's gift to all gay guys and that he was approachable by no one but Charles; the douche that he was created for. It was whatever. Blaine was done with it.

He spent the next hour or so situating his room. Things looked pretty good. Living here wouldn't be so bad. He briefly thought for a moment that he'd invite Fallon over to hang out but he remembered that he was mad at Fallon as well. There was Omar but, who gave a fuck about Omar?

Blaine left his room for a quick break. He went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge. “What time do the supermarkets close around here?”

Santana looked back from where she sat on the couch. “Around ten. Well the Trader Joe's is open until ten and they're a block away. If you don't mind getting on the bus to 14th Street Union Square and going to Whole Foods, they're open until eleven.”

Blaine nodded, picking up a bottle of water. “I'll go to Whole Foods later I guess. Jeff and I are supposedly going to Arlene's Grocery to hang out later tonight. He's been sleeping all day though.”

“Ugh.” Santana shook her head no. “That place is way too crowded on Saturdays. I refuse to even take that shift unless I want to buy a new pair of stilettos because the tips are fantastic. But most nights the money isn't even worth it. Basically what I'm saying is I would only go into that place on a Saturday if I was paid to, but even then it's questionable.”

Blaine almost replied but Kurt walked in, heading straight for the sofa and plopping down. It was obvious he didn't notice him. Santana looked at Kurt and nudged his thigh with her foot.

“Isn't it getting late? Shouldn't you and the next generation's Leo DiCaprio be heading to some theater on Broadway right now?”

Kurt sighed. “He isn't picking up his phone.”

Blaine heard that, but wanted to walk away before Kurt realized he did. Internally he did smile though, because the perfect model boyfriend wasn't the Second Coming after all.

“Go out with Blaine tonight.”

Kurt turned around after Santana said it and saw the younger teen on his way back to the bedrooms. Blaine looked at him.

“I already invited him this week and didn't get a response, which essentially was a response. It's cool though,” Blaine said. “Jeff may not want to go out anyway and I'll probably end up staying here.”

Kurt stood up and walked over to Blaine. “Excuse us, Santana.”

She nodded, lying back on the couch. “Use lubrication.”

Blaine followed Kurt down the hall and Kurt opened the door to his room. The boxer looked around when he stepped inside, but before he could get a good feel of anything besides Vogue magazines and Playbills, Kurt was speaking.

“I'm sorry that I ignored you, Blaine. Can we not do this? We're going to be living with one another probably for a year or however long your lease is, so can we seriously move on?”

Blaine nodded, looking at him. “Sure. I'm over it. I apologize for texting you and for that video that I'm completely positive you watched more than a hundred times—”

“Oh don't flatter yourself—”

“And you apologized for not replying, even though I guess there isn't much of a law that said you have to. We're even.”

Kurt looked at him. “Well. Ok. Whatever Blaine. Thank you, I guess.”

He nodded.

“You can go.” Kurt moved aside and started walking towards his bed, stopping only when he heard Blaine speak.

“Let me know if he doesn't show up or cancels or whatever. I'll see if we can all do something together so you don't think I'm trying to make a move on you. Something safe like bowling, or protected sex.”

Kurt laughed even though he didn't want to. “Blaine.”

“I'm joking. I'm over it, Kurt. Seriously. Let me know, ok?”

Was that an ‘I'm over my infatuation with you'? Kurt nodded even though the statement made him feel strange inside. “I'll let you know.”

“Cool.” Blaine turned away and went out the door, softly closing it behind him. Kurt heard the door to Blaine's bedroom across from his close a second afterwards.

From Charles:

Something came up, baby. I haven't been ignoring your calls. I'm sorry. I'll call you tonight, ok?

Kurt stared at the message and closed his eyes, refusing to cry. He walked over to his bed and lay down, burying his face in the cool sheets and trying his best to calm down. It almost felt like nothing could go right as of late.