He slowly came back to real life, untangling from the sleepy haze and confusion, stretching his arm to shush the alarm on his phone.

The bed was so comfortable, the quilt was soft and since –thank God- the building seemed to maintain cool, he could pretend the summer wasn't as terrible as it had been the last couple of weeks. Although, it had been raining so often that Kurt couldn't recall how long it had been since he had seen a blue sky. Perhaps ten days or so.

The pillow was so mushy he had to remember himself that he had to be at Rachel's to have lunch. He had to shower and dress and take the subway and heavens knew what else.

However, he still was in New York. So how could he sleep in?

He stretched, kicking the sheets off of him and yawned as politely as possible, even though he was alone in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, to keep the evil side of his mind from trying to convince him to go back to sleep. New York or not, that bed was way too perfect.

He stood up and stopped for a moment when he remembered last night; in fact, when he remembered the last day. It had been one of the weirdest days ever; Blaine was one of the weirdest persons he had ever met, actually. And to be honest, Kurt was sort of terrified because he had no idea what could happen and he was still wary he might kick him out from one moment to another.

He went to the bathroom that –as he had suspected- was the door at the end of the short hallway, on the wall next to Blaine's room. As he washed his face he thought of how it might be a good idea to ask Blaine if he could take a shower instead of just going for it, or at least letting him know. Just as a matter of consideration or good manners.

Still, it was pretty early. But he had to shower and he really didn't feel comfortable just sneaking into the bathroom.

"Whatever," he whispered and walked over to Blaine's door, slowly cracking it open. "Blaine?" he asked timidly, the room was pretty dark and he could hear noises but no reply. And he couldn't see anything. "Blaine?" this time he called louder, opening the door wider.

"God!" he heard Blaine's voice exclaim and it actually took him a second to catch on.

"What the..." Except the information took another second to process and therefore to comprehend what was going on. He turned the light switch on, to avert his gaze with eyes as wide as plates. "Shit."

"Wanna join us, babe?" Sebastian suggested, bare chest and hand vaguely draping the sheets across his lap, probably more because of courtesy than because he cared.

Kurt groaned in disgust and slammed the door behind him, trying to get away from that scenario as fast as possible.

He got to the kitchen, and leaned on the island, tapping anxiously with his foot. Fucking Christ... He cut a slice of melon and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He went back to his stool and started attacking the fruit on his plate. Jesus, those were things that just shouldn't happen, especially with strangers, like the ones Blaine and Sebastian were to him.

"Are you serious?" he complained as soon as Blaine stepped into the area, no shirt on and hair sticking out everywhere, sparing a shallow glance in his direction before continuing to walk towards the refrigerator. "It's ten o'clock in the morning."

There was still no response from the other boy, who wasn't looking at him anymore, either. He was fumbling with some cups and jars and teaspoons, turning his back to him.

"How can you just..." he started, frowning with a mixture of revulsion and bewilderment. Blaine turned to him for a second vacantly before returning his attention to his own breakfast. "When did he even get here?" he asked, crinkled his nose.

"Like two hours ago, Blainers?" Sebastian came in just in that moment, smirking and pressing his lips to Blaine's neck quickly before heading to the refrigerator. "You should learn how to knock, honey," he smiled with a cocked head at Kurt.

"I did and I called, but no one answered, I thought he might be sleeping," he glared at him, nodding in Blaine's direction. "I sure didn't guess he was having sex with you," he twisted his lips, trying not to stumble upon his words.

Sebastian laughed and it was weird, but there was no hint of mockery or innuendos behind it, just like they were regular friends. And it felt nice.

"Anyway... I didn't hear you," Kurt continued, parting the melon with his fork.

"It's a challenge; whoever is more silent on Tuesdays buys the other one's breakfast next time," Sebastian explained simply, as he swallowed a grape.

"Please tell me there isn't a day where you play who can be the loudest," he scrunched up his entire face.

"No, we replaced that one with this one when the neighbors started complaining," Blaine said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, my—" Kurt groaned, barely letting out his laughter.

"I should get going," Sebastian quipped, glancing at his watch. He got up and left his plate next to where Blaine was cooking something on the stove. "See you later, boys," Sebastian said, planting a kiss on top of Blaine's head and winking in Kurt's direction. He exhaled heavily, was everyone a sex addict in that apartment? Although, he hated to admit it, but Sebastian was far too handsome for Kurt to be comfortable just by being anywhere near him. And he loathed himself for admitting as well that he couldn't ignore the jolt in his stomach whenever he looked at him that way.

Meanwhile, Blaine had already sat down in front of him and still had his hooded eyes fixed on his face, covering his mouth by holding the cup of coffee in front of it. He was scarcely blinking.

"What?" Kurt asked, thanking that his words didn't sound ruthless.

�"Nothing," Blaine shook his head but continued to look at him for a few seconds.

"Okay..." he accepted, though he didn't buy it. It was too early to insist and get into God knew what.

"Anyway, what was it that you wanted?" he said, dragging his fork across a pile of scrambled eggs.

"I wanted to take a shower and I thought I might let you know before," he said and he realized it sounded kind of stupid. "I mean, it's still your place."

"It's your place now, too, Kurt," Blaine said, pressing the napkin to his mouth, with an amused smile. "I mean, you are paying rent as well, aren't you?"

"Well, technically I haven't yet but... yes, yeah."

"Then make yourself at home," he shrugged simply, leading the last of his eggs to his mouth, before getting up and setting the plate on the sink.

"Okay," something uncomfortable settled in the pit of his stomach. Something that told him that he didn't feel at home and he didn't know when –or if- he would start feeling that way anytime soon.

"Look," he felt a warm hand on his arm. He looked up and Blaine was there, of course, with these unbelievable light and big, hazel eyes that also had green streaks and now with the light of the cloudy day floating in through the large window, they even seemed gold. "I'm sorry if you don't feel at home here yet, I know it's been only a day, a difficult day, but still... I want you to feel comfortable here and I'm sorry if I haven't exactly helped with that," he offered with a polite and composed smile. And Kurt was having a bit of a difficulty connecting that uncanny appearance of a mentor with the guy that enjoyed competing to be the quietest during sex for a free meal. "But I'll try to be less of a jerk or whatever," he finished, pressing gently on his shoulder and with a last smile.

Kurt swallowed, blinking rapidly. "Thanks, and... I'll try to keep to myself, as well," he offered, reciprocating Blaine's soothing smile.

"What do you mean?" Blaine frowned.

"Well, sometimes I'm a bit... nosy and I ask things that don't concern me or stuff like that. I can be quite cheeky," he joked, eyes downcast on the table.

Blaine chuckled, his chin grazing his chest. "Well, I like that," his calm, cheerful eyes set on Kurt's, softly and sweetly.

He swallowed again.

"Are you bipolar?" he asked. To his surprise –though he didn't expect for him to actually be bipolar-, Blaine laughed out loud, real and happy.

"No, I'm not," he shook his head, voice sort of raspy. A quick yawn escaped his lips. "I'll be in my room if you need me; I'm still kind of tired," his lips twitched and he made to start walking.

Kurt studied him; first he was pretty and then he was exasperating and there was squabbling and after that they were being nice, and even sweet to each other.

"Blaine?" he called, before he could overthink it.

"Yes?" he hummed, turning with a sudden twirl, hands grasping the rectangular column at the end of the breakfast counter.

"Were you... drunk or something last night?" he ventured, recalling the conversation in his room, the words echoing in his head. Blaine appeared to do the same, because for a single moment he seemed to not know what Kurt was referring to, mouthing "Drunk?" Except then realization dawned and with it, a sparkle in his eyes and a gentle chuckle.

"No," he muttered with one last and soft smile before turning around and disappearing into the hall.