Chapter 1

"Can I take your coat?" Kurt asked Rachel as she stepped inside. The girl nodded and gave a polite thank you as she shrugged it off of her shoulders. Blaine walked in after his sister and moved aside so that Santana could close the door. He watched her walk off and put his hands in his pockets, looking back at Kurt. As Blaine enjoyed the view, his slightly shorter sister moved directly in front of his face.

"Dont. You. Dare."

Blaine looked at her and smiled before his eyes found Kurt again. He bit his lip as he took in the skinny jeans covering long legs before he was being pinched on his muscular bicep. "Ouch! Rachel!"

"Listen to me because Im only saying this once," Rachel said sternly—and she looked so much like their mother when she got like this. Blaine rolled his eyes away before she poked him this time, reclaiming his attention. "Kurt is a nice guy who I would really like to be our roommate. He isnt just some conquest and he isnt one of your little tricks. Im asking you—no, Im telling you to treat him and Santana with respect."

Blaine smirked. "Wait… thats Santana? The same Santana that you said hates you? Youre asking me to respect someone who disrespects you…?"

"Do you want to go back home to grandma? Because if you want to be a brat, you dont have to move out with me."

"Ahem," Santana cleared her throat as she stood over by the couch. Kurt joined her a second later, giving the siblings an odd look. "Would you two like to join us at some point today?"

Rachel faced them with a wide smile, not missing a beat. "Yes! Sorry about that." She gave her brother one last look of finality before walking off. Kurt smiled at her and gestured to the couch.

"Please, have a seat. Um, can I get you or your brother anything to drink?"

Blaine walked over as Kurt looked up at him. He shook his head no, taking his vest off as he sat down beside his sister. "Im fine."

"I am as well," Rachel told him. Santana looked between the two of them as Rachel put on her best show smile and her younger brother didnt bother hiding his boredom. "We can get right down to business."

Kurt smiled back, taking a seat. "Excellent. So I will start off by telling you each a bit about the two of us." He gestured to Santana. "As you know, Santana and I are both NYU students. My major is in Business with a focus of Fashion Management—"

"And mine is Performing Arts," Santana cut in. "Were both in our second year and actually moved to New York together from Lima, Ohio."

Blaine looked from Santana back to Kurt. She continued to talk about whatever she was talking about while Blaine focused on the man across from him. Yes, Rachel told him not to, and yes, he knew that he shouldnt, but Kurt was the sexiest thing hed ever laid eyes on. He looked at the boys tall brown hair and then down to the bluish-grey eyes, noticing by the way his lips were moving that he was now speaking.

"…explained on the phone, Santana and I are only used to rooming with one other person. However, we know that the two of you are in dire straits so we were willing to open the spared bedroom for your brother…its Blaine, yes?" Kurt looked at the younger teen and the boy stared at him. Blaine smiled softly; hazel eyes just about holding him hostage.

"I would answer you but my sister says Im not allowed to speak."

Santana looked at Rachel who sighed heavily. Kurt smiled and sat up straighter.

"His name is Blaine. Thats correct."

"Well," Kurt continued. "Were willing to do that for you two. Can you tell Santana and me some more about you guys? Do you work? Are you in school full-time? Anything else you feel is important."

Rachel cleared her throat. "Well as you two know, I go to NYU as well, in my second year just like the both of you. I major in business too, my parents idea," she said with a forced laugh. Blaine rolled his eyes at it and Kurt wondered why. "Blaine is pre-med at Columbia and were both A students. Hes in his first year—"

"Can I speak for myself?" Blaine asked, turning to face her. "I promise I wont embarrass you."

"Why wont you let him speak?" Santana questioned suspiciously.

Rachel shook her head no, not wanting to make a big deal. "Go ahead, Blaine."

Her brother rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie as he faced the two across from them. "Im not going to lie to either of you. Im not a saint. Im turning 18 soon. I like to party. Sometimes I have one night stands, and I tend to drink a bit. Nothing too crazy, though."

Santana smiled at Kurt. "I love him."

"I just got out of a relationship with a guy I mistreated," Blaine said. "When I think about him Im a little moody because I know I messed up a good thing, so if I get weird dont think Im being a dick on purpose."

Kurts eyes went wide. "Oh. Youre gay?"

"I am," Blaine told him. He looked at Kurt and then licked his lips. "I didnt always know but Im certain now."

Rachel closed her eyes, hoping that Blaine wouldnt say anything to screw this up.

"My sister though," he resumed. "Rachel is a good girl. Shes focused and driven, and passionate. Sometimes she plays her show tunes too loud and spends 10 extra minutes longer than I feel is necessary in the bathroom, but shes responsible, and when she makes a promise she keeps it. I may be a bit of a mess but my sister does hold the both of us together."

Kurt hummed, looking at a shocked-faced Rachel and smiling. "Thats… thats good."

The girl took over now. "Im currently single and I pretty much stay to myself. If Im out with friends, I wont invite them back here without running it past you two, but Im usually just stuck in my room studying. My parents want me to finish school a year early so that I can join in the family businesses, so I wont have much of a social life."

Kurt looked at Santana. Family businesses?

"I on the other hand have tons of time for social activities," he said, staring at Kurt. "I love to meet new people, try new things..."

"He has a boyfriend, stumpy. Cool your jets," Santana said. Kurt blushed and looked away, immediately cursing himself for blushing. He could still feel Blaines eyes on him as his best friend resumed. "We have no problem as long as you both respect our space. Kurt and I stay to ourselves as well, and if anything is coming up, well let you know too."

Rachel nodded.

"So, about income," Kurt began. "What is it that—"

"If youre late on the rent Ill cut the both of you."

Kurt looked at Santana. Blaine smiled but Rachel didnt.

"I was saying…" Kurt shook his head and tried to get back on track. "What is it that you two do? $920 a room each month is very expensive, almost $2000 between the both of you and outside of our landlord running a background check, hes going to want to see paystubs proving that you have a steady income."

"Neither of us have jobs but were more than able to pay for our rooms. We dont have any paystubs but I brought bank statements."

Santana looked up from the magazine shed taken to reading. Blaines eyes were fixed on Kurt, and the blue eyed teen worked on ignoring him. "How exactly does that work? What are you like… trust fund babies?" Santana questioned.

Rachel forced a smile. She didnt want to be judged but—

"Our parents are loaded," Blaine said nonchalantly. "Dad owns most of Chester, Pennsylvania and Mom is CEO of one of the largest International companies in entertainment. We barely see them but were swimming in cash, so that makes everything alright."

Rachel looked at him. "You couldve left it at our parents are loaded, Blaine."

Kurt cleared his throat. He wouldve never guessed that to be the truth, but judging a book by its cover never got anyone far.

"Nothing wrong with rich parents," Santana said. "Look. Im sure Kurt has already made up in his mind that he wants you two to take the room. Rachel, youre an annoying sack of Jew but youre really sweet, and Kurt has a soft spot for super sweethearts. And Brian, youre eye candy so—"

"Its Blaine—"

"Great." She tossed the magazine away. "My point is, I have rules, and if youre going to live anywhere around me, youre going to follow my rules. 1: Dont touch my marijuana. Its medicinal and I need it. 2:," Blaine started laughing as Rachels eyes went wide. "Dont go in my room. If I want you in there, you probably have a vagina, a fat ass, and boobs I want to put my face in between. Seeing that neither of you fit that description, dont go in my room."

"Santana," Kurt said in exasperation. She only continued.

"Dont ever, ever cancel or delete anything I DVR."

"Well be on our best behavior," Rachel promised. "And I know you arent a fan of me, Santana, but you wont even know Im here."

Blaine caught Kurts eyes and winked. The older teen smirked and looked away, standing to his feet. This kid was probably going to be a handful. "Well give you a quick tour of the apartment before I take you down to the landlords office. Hell take care of all the finances."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Rachel stood up and hugged him tightly. Kurt smiled, patting her head.

"Dont mention it. Cmon."

…

"Since your sister claimed the first room, I guess this one is yours." Kurt gestured around the bedroom with arms outspread and Blaine followed him inside, giving a look around. "This is the spare that is rarely used, except for when we have company. My stepbrother has stayed here from time to time when hes in New York. Santanas cousin a few times. My boyfriends friends. Nothing crazy though."

Blaine nodded, going to sit on the bed. He bounced a couple times. "Am I allowed to get rid of the shit in here or is it owned by the landlord or something?"

Kurt went to lean against the bookshelf. "You can ask Mr. Lassiter that when we go downstairs but I doubt hed have a problem. He can probably sell all of this and make some cash and thats all he really cares about."

Blaine nodded, looking Kurt up and down. He smiled.

Kurt rolled his eyes, looking away. "Listen kid, youre cute and all—"

"Kid," Blaine said with a laugh. "I know Im turning 18 soon and to a college sophomore like yourself Im just a baby, but Im just as grown as you are, Kurt."

Kurt nodded. "Thats fair. Sorry. Blaine," he corrected. "Listen. I need it to be said that Im in a serious relationship, and have been for a year now. Its cool that youre single and Im guessing a bit of a player," he trailed off when Blaine laughed a little and smiled himself. "But Im not interested in doing the whole flirty thing with you. I would like to keep our status as amicable roommates if possible."

"Yeah," Blaine stood up and looked around the room. "Its definitely possible. Besides, my sister chewed into me about the way I stare," he said, facing Kurt and looking him up and down again. "I dont want things to be awkward between us. Youre really, really gorgeous."

Kurt nodded, not sure if his part was understood at all. "Um. Dont worry about it. Do you have any other questions?"

Blaine smiled. "Whats your boyfriends name?"

Kurt laughed and looked away. "Any serious questions, I meant."

"That is serious."

"Charles."

"And you love him?"

Kurt nodded.

"He loves you too, then."

Kurt wasnt sure if it was a question but he nodded again. Blaine licked his lips and looked at him.

He was really sexy. Kurt could tell the teen was muscular underneath the sweater like he participated in some sort of sport. His dark hoodie hugged his body, and the black jeans he wore were fitted nicely as well. He had earrings in each ear, and on his hands Kurt could see tattooed music notes. He realized that as he checked the bad boy out, Blaine moved closer. Like really, really close.

"Have you ever been unfaithful?"

Kurt noticed Blaines eyes locked on his lips as he took a step back. "Never have, never will be."

"Youre quick to say the word never, Kurt."

"Remember how just a minute ago I asked you not to do what youre doing this very second?"

Blaine put his hands in his pockets. "I cheated on my ex. He hated me. Wouldnt talk to me for months. I just got him to talk to me again a few weeks ago."

Kurt nodded. "Thats why I dont cheat. But, you grow up and you learn, right Blaine? Thats a part of getting older."

"For sure," Blaine looked down at Kurt and smiled. "Im an A student, too. I learn my lessons for the most part."

Kurt looked away from him and walked over to the window that overlooked the lower Manhattan neighborhood. "I hope you like the room. If you have any other apartment related questions, you should ask now before we walk down to Mr. Lassiter."

Blaine approached. He stood behind Kurt, hands going to his hips. "I love it."

Kurt shook his head and smiled, turning around and facing the boy. "Do you know how easy it would be for me to go out there and tell your sister that Santana and I have changed our minds? Because if you want to be a creepy, perverted little boy, I can do that without a problem."

Blaine laughed and took a few steps back. "Sorry, Kurt." He licked his lips. "I have a match tonight though, so we should get a move on it."

Kurt fixed his clothes, otherwise ignoring him.

"Maybe I can get your number so that we can start on the whole amicable roommate thing," Blaine said.

Kurt smirked, walking past him. Blaine bit his lip and followed. Living here would probably be a lot of fun.

…

Santana ended up going downstairs with the Anderberrys because Kurt needed to take a call from his boyfriend. Blaine put his hood over his head as he stepped off the elevator, and Rachel pulled it off of him. He rolled his eyes at her and followed behind the Latina in her V-neck sweater and purple skinny jeans. After a couple knocks on Mr. Lassiters door, he invited the three of them in.

They had a short chat about building policy and rules and regulations. The landlord could tell that Blaine hadnt paid attention to most of it; whatever it was on his phone was more interesting apparently. Still, he spoke clearly and concisely and walked them through paperwork, adding the siblings to Kurts lease.

Santana watched the fat stack of cash Rachel pulled out to pay with and her eyes widened. Maybe it wouldnt be such a bad thing to have to hang out with these two brats.

They exited the office and Santana walked each of them to the exit, saying hello to the guard as she passed.

"Ruiz, these two will be moving in…"

"Next weekend," Rachel said happily.

"Yeah," Santana added lamely, trying to care. "This is Rachel and her younger brother Brian."

Blaine glared at her. "Its Blaine."

"You know what I meant."

"Pleasure to meet you both. Welcome to the building," he told them.

The three walked outside and the crisp, New York in autumn air hit their skin. Santana wrapped her arms around herself.

"So how are you doing this? Moving truck or?"

Rachel nodded. "Ill probably have one of Blaines friends help us move everything in. What time should we be here?"

"As long as you dont wake me up before noon, I dont give a shit."

Blaine pulled out his cell phone. "Give me your number so we can call you and tell you were on our way."

Santana laughed, taking the phone. She put Kurts number in and saved it as such, handing the phone back to him. "Good luck getting my number, hobbit. Call Kurt." She turned to Rachel now. "Ill have the keys made on Monday and Ill give them to you in class. Capiche?"

"Sure," Rachel smiled. "Thanks for everything. Were excited!"

Blaine smiled down at his phone before pocketing it. "See you next weekend."

"Uh huh." Santana turned away without saying goodbye and went back into the building. Rachel hopped up and down excitedly.

"YES! This is GREAT!"

Blaine started to walk off towards the subway. "Im going straight to the gym to get ready for my match. Youll be there?"

Rachel nodded, still happy. "Ill be there. Be safe! Im going to the library now."

Blaine stuck his thumb up and kept walking.

…

From Charles:

I still want to see you.

Kurt took some of the popcorn from Santanas bowl as the two of them watched a dumb, not scary horror movie. Both were too lazy to turn the channel, and watching dumb movies was better than writing the papers they each had to do. He reached for his phone after his roommate told him it vibrated and read the message.

To Charles:

I know you do. Tomorrow is good for me.

From Charles:

It isnt good for me. I have an audition.

Kurt sighed. "This boy is impossible."

"Charlie, huh?" Santana asked rhetorically, knowing well it was him. She wasnt a fan but respected that Kurt and Charles loved one another. "Im not sure why you bother replying."

"Because if I dont, hed probably just show up here."

"And youd let him in," she said. "Which is also as dumb as you replying to him. Put the boy on timeout. Hes been a dick."

Kurt shrugged. "Im still mad at him but if I was trying to pursue my dreams and he yelled at me, Id be sad too."

Santana tried not to roll her eyes. "Hes full of shit. Why mess up a good thing? He was in school and had making steady money at the club. Hes taking chances and thats great but the whole telling you that its for you thing is bullshit."

Kurt didnt reply because he didnt know what to say.

To Charles:

I have a lot of school work to get done tonight and a shift tomorrow afternoon.

From Charles:

Let me come over tonight and help you with that school work. Ill bring take out.

Santana rolled her eyes now. "Youre definitely about to invite him over arent you."

Kurt looked at her as she ate some popcorn. "Just for an hour or two. Im not letting him fuck me though."

"Ha."

"Im not."

"Did you tell him about Blaine yet?"

Kurt replied ok to the text and then faced his best friend. "Blaine? Whats there to say about Blaine?"

Santana turned to face him and smirked. She reached for her beer. "Um. You do know he was undressing you with his eyes from the time he walked through that door. If I wasnt a lesbian hed definitely get the ass."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Youre a thot. Hes gay anyway."

"He invited me to his boxing match tonight—while we were in the elevator."

Kurt looked at her again. "He boxes?"

"Apparently. His little ass. Didnt know that was possible but, I guess hes good."

Kurt hummed. "Thats good for him. Anyway, Im not telling Charlie anything. Hell get all worked up over nothing and you know how he is. Besides that, I had a chat with Blaine and he said hed be more respectful towards me and my relationship."

Santana smiled. "Oh? When was this?"

"When I was showing him the room."

Santana smiled.

"Hes used to getting what he wants, I can tell. Hes going to have to accept the fact that theres an exception now."

Santana high fived him. "You tell him, Hummel."

"You and your sarcasm."

Santana smiled. "Well, since you have your booty call—I mean, boyfriend coming over here tonight, Im going to stay the night at Lydias."

Kurt smiled at that. "When are you going to admit that shes your girlfriend."

"Ah, ah, ah," Santana fixed her boy shorts and looked at her best friend. "All we do is watch TV Land and scissor. A girlfriend would get a date or two and introduced to the family. Now, have fun with Charlie tonight, but not too much fun."

"Yeah, same for you and Lydia." Kurt smiled and looked back down at his phone. His mind went back to Rachel and Blaine for a while before he sighed, reaching for the popcorn bowl and watching the movie alone. Hopefully, they made the right choice with their pick of roommates.