The thing with Kurt Hummel was that he liked to tell it how it was. You had a stain on your ass? He'd tell you. He didn't like your outfit, your hair? He'd tell you.

And boy, was he one hell of a bitch.

He wasn't alone, no; he had his fellow assholes, respectfully. One was Santana Lopez, who, quite possibly, was the only person to have an equally harsh tongue. Then there was Rachel Berry, who wasn't so much of a mean person, but just a general bitch. She thought very highly of her self, and people just did not have the energy to deal with her shit. So, she'd learned to talk back, and defend herself.

So, that brings them to their current, rather annoying, predicament; fucking neighbors.

"So, they think they can just watch TV at three in the fucking morning?" Santana snapped, throwing her pillow at the wall. The other occupants of the apartment, Kurt and Rachel, scowled at the wall, hearing the sounds of what sounded mysteriously like Rent echo through it.

"I don't know, Santana, they moved in like six hours ago. They're probably just trying to go ahead and set everything up." Rachel proposed bitterly. She, being the seemingly nicest out of the three, always tried to calm them down.

"Hell if I care, I just want to sleep. But I can't, and now all I feel like doing is watching Rent. Damn them." Kurt sighed, grabbing a mug, and filling it with cold coffee leftover from the day before. Rachel nodded, and wagged a finger at him in agreement.

"We should totally do that the next time we both have a day off." Rachel suggested, and Kurt grinned. Santana, on the other hand, was searching in their pantry for some ungodly reason, and was making a reasonable amount of noise doing so.

"Santana, what exactly are you doing?" Kurt asked, his scowl making its way back onto his face. Then, however, his question was answered when the Latina women pulled free a dusty old radio.

"Hey, that's where my radio went! Oh, look at the gems; they're falling off." Rachel pouted, taking the radio, and semi-cradling it. Santana snatched it back, an evil smirk on her face.

"Two can play at this game, Lady Face, watch Auntie 'Tana, and learn." Santana advised, popping in the first CD she found, which was an easy task, seeing as they were scattered around everywhere.

Kurt slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead, and his ears began to burn with embarrassment as the radio was turned to its full volume. Katy Perry's Teenage Dream had never been so obnoxious. He loved Santana, don't get him wrong, but sometimes she just went overboard.

As had been expected, a few knocks sounded on their door, and a smug looking Santana was quick to jump up to answer it, however, Kurt pushed her right back into the chair. He walked briskly to the door, looking as fabulous as anyone can in ratty pajamas, and a bathrobe.

Kurt opened the door, and forgot how to breathe.

"Um, hi? I'm so sorry we had to meet this way, but my friends, and I just got finished setting up the TV, and seeing as how late it is, we'd like to ask if you'd turn it down just a little bit so they, myself, and my daughter could sleep? If it's not a bother, of course." The shortest, most gorgeous man asked Kurt. Kurt gaped like a fish out of water, taking in the sight of the gentleman before him. His eyelashes were long, and whooshy, and the eyes that housed them were the most enticing mixture of brown, gold, and green. He had tan skin that looked more due to heritage then of time in the sun, and short curly, black locks.

"I-I, what?" Kurt stammered, blushing. The man grinned, and held out a hand.

"I was just asking if you could maybe turn it down a little bit. I'm Blaine by the way, and I just moved in with my best friends right next door." Blaine introduced. Kurt laughed away his discomfort, and took his hand. He almost swooned, feeling the soft, but slightly calloused skin against his own. He was going to reply, but he was pushed out of the way by an agitated Santana.

"Look here, Frodo, me and boy Hummel here are playing the music, because, let's be honest, we're sort of fucking annoyed at you." Santana began.

"Santana!" Kurt gasped, smiling apologetically at Blaine over her shoulder. "Shut up." He hissed in her ear.

"I'm sorry?" Blaine seemed affronted, but reassured Kurt slightly with a miniscule nod of his head that he wasn't to offended. Santana, who had taken a second look at Blaine, let her tongue dart out to lick at her lips.

"Well, pardon my previous remarks, because damn, Frodo. You got a sister?" Santana grinned, venturing out into the hallway, (in her rather scampy pajamas, no less) and walking around Blaine in a circle.

"Uh-no. I have a big brother, and that's the extent of my siblings. I do, however, have a bisexual roommate who would be interested, if that's what you're looking for. She's very...nice." Blaine added, grinning invitingly. Santana, though she would deny it later, couldn't help the look of hope from gracing her face. Kurt smirked, and was merely grateful for the change of subject.

"So, Blaine, we're so sorry, really. We'll have a proper meeting in the morning, maybe? So I can meet your friends, and did you say daughter? Surely I'll get to meet the mother as well." Kurt was so scared. He was actually being nice! What if he hadn't been subtle enough, oh god? Blaine laughed, and let his hand run through his curls.

"Ha! No, I'm very gay. I love January and all, but she was a high school accident. I'm glad she happened though, more than anything. But, god, her mother was awful." Blaine filled him in, blushing slightly. Kurt internally did a little dance.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll see you guys in the morning." Kurt winked, waving goodbye, and closing the door when Santana scampered back in. As soon as the door was closed, Kurt collapsed against it with a dreamy sigh.

"Why does his having a daughter not bother me?" Kurt asked; a faraway look in his eyes. Rachel and Santana exchanged an amused glance.

"Wanky." Santana said with a wriggling of her eyebrows. Rachel rolled her eyes, and took Kurt's hand with a smile.

"Well, from what I heard, he sounds very gentlemanly; you've always like men with manners. Also, if Santana here was attracted to him, he must be very handsome. Lastly, maybe, now that you're twenty six, you just want to wind down; relax with a family. I mean, you graduated six months ago, you just got a secure job at Vogue...you're ready to expand, now that it's possible. Maybe I'm over-analyzing, but I think starting a family would be good for you." Rachel put in. Kurt smiled hopefully at her.

"You always bring out my soul, Rachel. Had it not been for you, it would still be the usual, black, crumpled thing it once was. Now it's just not so crumpled, and black; perhaps more of a smoky grey." Kurt teased; his nose crinkling. Santana watched the exchange from the couch, and was trying not to get cavities from the sweetness of it all.

"Yes, yes, love, babies, and other shit. Can we go to bed now?" Santana barked, looking at them urgently. Kurt sighed, and then smiled. Rachel nodded with a yawn, and the three all made their way back to bed.

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Blaine Anderson let his forehead fall against his door as soon as he'd retreated inside his own home. He smiled, a blush blooming across his face. That man had been so beautiful, it had to be illegal. He looked like an angel, or a Greek god, or a marble statue, maybe all three.

"Hey, man, what's up with you?" Finn Hudson asked, pulling Blaine by the belt loop, and on to their recently placed couch. Blaine smiled brightly, and just stared up at Finn, trying to see if he could figure it out.

"Was one of those assholes a guy?" Finn asked, looking confused. Blaine nodded.

"Was he hot?" Finn continued, his own eyes lighting up, and a smile spreading across his face inch by inch. Blaine nodded violently, practically vibrating with excitement.

"He didn't care that you had a daughter, 'cause he flirted with you?" Finn asked, his voice getting louder with each word. Blaine nodded, and Finn pumped his fist into the air. "Yes!"

"I know! He says he wants to meet in the morning, like, meet all of us. What is he gonna say when he sees that I practically-," Blaine began, but he was cut off by a look from Finn.

"He'll think you are generous, and loving, and dapper and shit, and'll marry you. You'll have babies, and all that other crap, this is gonna be amazing!" Finn cried, jumping up, and pulling Blaine onto his back in a piggy-back ride. "Guys, guys! Blaine met a dude!" Finn called through the house, running through a short hallway, and in front of numerous curtains, and other barriers.

Various heads popped in to view with equally stunned expressions.

"No way, man! Was he hot? Think he'll fuck you on the first date?" Noah Puckerman asked, winking. Blaine blushed, and reached out to slap him upside the head. He was shocked a little, however, when he almost fell, and Finn had to quickly adjusted him on his back.

"Sorry, Finn. And no, Noah, he didn't seem like the kind who would do that...he kind of looks...I don't know, regal." Blaine explained as Sam Evans fist bumped him.

"Cool, man. You need more than just a hook-up now-a-days; what with the questions January has been asking." Sam pointed out. Blaine nodded, his smile growing at the expectations, but he then shook it off.

"Look guys, I just met him- BRITTANY, NO, DON'T CALL 911, I SAID REGAL, NOT ILLEGAL- anyway, I don't even know his name, except that his last is Hummel, I think. Whatever; just don't get your hopes up or anything. He'll probably think I'm a freak because I let so many people live in here." Blaine teased, letting Finn set him down.

"Hey, man, we were gonna be homeless."

"Yeah!"

"Quick, what's the number for 911?!"

"Shut up, Brittany."

"Hey, Artie, not cool."

"Yeah, yeah, thanks Tina, or should I say mom."

"I'm going to bed, you are all awful." Blaine smiled, slipping behind his own curtain, and laughing, because damn, his life was amazing.

Before he lay down, he knelt down to the little bed beside his, and brushed the big, bushy curls out of his daughters face. Miraculously, she hadn't woken, and she looked nothing but angelic as she slumbered on. Blaine placed a kiss on her head.

Yes, amazing was defiantly the word.