"Kurt, honey, I love you, but if you make me move this couch one more time....." Blaine trailed off, looking at his boyfriend with serious intent. Blaine's face was dripping with sweat and he had already pulled off his T-shirt, leaving him in a sweat marked undershirt and his workout shorts.

"Well I just want everything to be perfect." Kurt mused, standing back from the small living area where he had been having Blaine move and remove furniture while he supervised. Kurt cupped his chin between his thumb and fist and scanned over the area to mentally rearrange the furniture and determine if there was a better way of setting things up. Kurt was in his own set of sweats and T-shirt, but both were still as clean as when he had put them on.

Blaine groaned and leaned back against the wall closest to him, drawing a sharp yell of protest from Kurt, "We just washed those walls and you're going to get sweat smell all over them!"

"Well I'm getting a drink of water then!" Blaine snapped and walked the few short steps over to their kitchen, grabbing a glass from an open box nearby and filling it up with water from the sink. He turned off the tap and drained the cold fluid down his throat quickly, glad for the refreshment. Once he was done he set the glass down by the sink and ran his hand over his hair, which was losing gel and becoming crimped with sweat.

The boys had just moved into their own little apartment after having been sharing with Rachel, Santana, and Finn in Bushwick for the past year. After too being almost caught in the act too many times, and fighting for bathroom time and space in general, they had decided it was time to move out on their own, finding a little one bedroom apartment not too far from the old one so they could still easily visit their friends.

The apartment was much smaller than the old one, but cozy and included all the utilities which made it easy for them to budget their expenses month to month. When you entered you could see all of the living room which was barely big enough for a couch, TV, and loveseat, and the kitchen was just off to the side of that. Instead of a hallway, they had a door that led directly into their bedroom which had a simple bathroom just off the side. The one nice feature was a small balcony where they had set up a couple lounging chairs and kurt had insisted on putting up some hanging flowers. They would have to do their laundry in the laundromat down the street, but that wouldn't be much different not from what they had been doing in the old Bushwick apartment.

The hard part was now fitting their things into the small space. Kurt already took up all the closet space with his outfits and Blaine had been relegated to using drawers, and not even all the drawers since Kurt still needed more room for accessories. Their queen sized bed was pushed up against the wall with the window so there was only space for one nightstand and the matching nightstand was inside the closet housing Kurt's scarf collection.

They could have afforded a larger space, but they mutually decided that they wouldn't ask for more than they needed from Blaine's parents, who deposited a monthly allowance into his bank account, and that anything extra they managed to save from their part time jobs would go toward the eventual wedding and a more permanent home. Short term pain for long term gain.

Though the pain was now really settling in. Kurt was fabulous at organizing the decorating, but Blaine was worried his back would give out before Kurt found a suitable arrangement for the furniture. On top of it all, they still had to unpack the kitchen and the things that needed to be sorted into the living room and it was already time for supper. Blaine's stomach growled as if agreeing with what his mind had already thought off and Kurt looked over with a bemused expression.

"You know honey... There's a great little Greek place down the block..."

Blaine's stomach growled again and he put a hand over it to try and silence the noise, "Do they deliver?" He asked, thinking he couldn't go out with how terrible he must look and smell.

"No... But I'll go pick some things up and give you some time to unpack things without me looking over your shoulder. I'm sure you're rethinking this whole moving in with me thing at this point." Kurt joked and walked over to give Blaine a quick peck on the lips, not moving in too closely to avoid the sweat.

Blaine chuckled and reached out to grab Kurt and pull him close, earning him a yelp of protest as he drew Kurt against his sweaty chest and gave him a real kiss, which Kurt eventually melted into. When they pulled apart, Kurt wrinkled up his nose and looked down at himself, "You know you're going to pay for that later right?"

Blaine winked and called out to Kurt as he walked off, "Counting on it!" He turned and began unpacking the dishes into the cupboards while Kurt grabbed his wallet and headed out.

Blaine reflected on the past year while Kurt was gone and he was doing the tedious labour of unpacking and putting away kitchen items. Blaine had graduated high school and they had reconciled, deciding to move in together with everyone else while attending NYADA together. Because Kurt was only a semester ahead of him, they had still been able to have classes together which allowed them to make up time for their lost year. Kurt still worked part time at Vogue.com while Blaine taught music lessons at a local out of school care center. Both their parents had been supportive of their move together, Blaine's parents even going so far as to secretly pay their first six months of rent for them, which they had just discovered this morning when meeting their new landlord for the key. Life was fabulous. He had been so stressed during his senior year - about what he was going to do after high school and about missing Kurt, that the bliss he was living in now was almost surreal.

Blaine still wasn't totally sure about musical theatre as a major, but it certainly fit his talents and he was having fun at school. Kurt and Blaine has also planned to wed once they were both done school and settled into full time employment. Even though that time was still a ways off, Kurt spent a good deal of his Saturday and Sunday mornings perusing wedding magazines and asking Blaine his opinion on everything from centrepieces to cakes. Blaine was grateful that Kurt enjoyed planning because Blaine would be just as happy getting married by a justice of the peace in his sweatpants - so long as it was to Kurt.

By the time Blaine had unpacked all the dishes and collapsed the boxes they were in, Kurt had returned with a couple of wonderful smelling bags of food which he set down on their petite kitchen table for two.

"Suppertime!" Kurt called as sat down and opened the bags, pulling out rice, greek salads, and chicken souvlakis for both of them. Blaine's mouth watered as he sat down and hungrily grabbed his souvlaki and bit into it hastily.

Kurt chuckled as he watched Blaine eat, opening up his greek salad and skewering a cucumber with his fork. "You eat like a refugee..." he commented before popping the cucumber into his mouth.

Blaine simply growled a response and continued eating until his plates were cleaned off and he was leaning back in his seat and rubbing his stomach to indicate his approval of the meal. Kurt meanwhile had just started on his own souvlaki.

"Don't get too comfortable honey. We promised each other we'd finish packing tonight so we could just relax with one another tomorrow." Kurt noted after swallowing the bite in his mouth.

Blaine begrudgingly nodded, pushed himself out of his seat, and went back to work unpacking boxes. Once Kurt was done his own meal and had cleaned off the table, he joined him.

The pair got the kitchen completed rather quickly and painlessly since it didn't require a lot of thought. When they completed that they returned to setting up the living room, which, after a few more arrangments, Kurt determined his prefered configuration and Blaine unloaded their DVDs and CD's while Kurt set up the TV and sound system. If there was one thing they both agreed they needed to spend money on, it was a good stereo system.

"Be careful when you mount your guitar hooks Blaine. Make sure it's in a stud." Kurt noted as Blaine began unpacking the musical equipment.

Blaine winked once again at Kurt, "So you want me to put it in you?"

A roll of the eyes was Kurt's first part of a response, "So predictable sometimes..."

They both laughed and continued getting their home ready. It was ten at night when they had taken out all the cardboard recycling and the trash and everything was in its new place, that they both felt safe flopping down on the couch and letting the aches settle into their overused muscles.

"Let's never move again...." Blaine suggested, laying his head back against the top cushion of the couch and closing his eyes.

Kurt chuckled and leaned against his sweaty sweetheart who wrapped an arm around him automatically. "Let's move again when we can HIRE movers."

Blaine muttered an agreement to that solution when the buzzer sounded. Both of them looked at each other inquiringly, as if the other knew who would be calling at this time of the night, before Kurt got up and pressed the button. "Hello?"

"Hey Porcelain! Let me up! I bring tidings of joy n' all that!" came Santana's voice out of the buzzer box, somewhat distorted by the poor quality.

Kurt grumbled but pressed the button that would allow Santana entry into their new apartment. Blaine looked down at himself and decided to quickly change into something a bit less disgusting and excused himself into their bedroom, rapidly changing into a clean T-shirt and jeans and reappearing in the main room just in time for a knock on the door.

Kurt opened it and jumped back in alarm at the crowd that was behind it. It wasn't just Santana but Brittany, Rachel, Finn, Isabelle, and a number of other people from Kurt's job and from NYADA. "Surprise!"

Kurt went white and looked at Blaine, "Um...."

Blaine looked from Kurt to the group who had begun pouring into the small apartment, "Uh... Welcome?"

Santana pushed a box of beers into Blaine's arms without warning, "Happy housewarming!" She yanked the box open and helped herself to one of the cans before going to snoop around.

Kurt looked at Blaine wide-eyed, "We're going to end up evicted on our first night here!"

Blaine looked around at all the friends they had and then back to Kurt, a smile slowly crossing over his face as he went to set down the box of beers and take one for himself, "Well then honey, better make sure it's worth it!"

Everyone who came had brought beer, coolers, or liquors of some kind, save for Brittany who had brought some cat food tins, explaining that they were Lord Tubbington's favourite, and Rachel, who gave Kurt a framed picture of a rainbow star which she declared represented his unique star quality. Kurt accepted it graciously but then whispered to Blaine that it was terribly tacky and somewhat insulting and that it should be hung up inside a closet somewhere. Blaine quietly giggled his agreement.

There was barely an inch of free space in the apartment when everyone was inside and someone declared it was time for dancing and karaoke. Blaine was glad that Kurt had set up the sound system then because it meant he wouldn't have to deal with all the wiring when there wasn't any room to maneuver in.

"No thank you Santana... I don't need to have anything to drink. I need to make sure I don't drink so I can make sure you all get back home... tonight preferably." Blaine heard Kurt say and looked over to where Santana was offering him a shot.

"Come on Porcelain! I've never seen you drink! And it's your own place. You have no excuses tonight!" Santana pushed, holding the shot up to Kurt's nose.

It just dawned on Blaine that he had never seen Kurt drink. As it was, Blaine didn't drink very much and certainly with no regularity. He had been brought up in a home where his dad and his older brother would have the odd drink and he had been invited to join in on that male bonding now and then. He wondered if Kurt's family didn't drink at all as a group or if there was another reason for his aversion to alcohol.

"Santana...." Kurt tried to argue, but Blaine could see in Kurt's eyes that she was wearing down on him.

"Hey Santana. Don't be a bottle bully." Blaine spoke up towards the pair who both looked at him, Santana with irritation and Kurt with appreciation.

"Come on Missus Hummel," she directed at Blaine, "I thought you might appreciate what a little inebriation could do for you tonight."

Blaine chuckled and reached over to grab the shot from Santana, giving it a sniff. It was something fruity, but beyond that he didn't know what it was. "Your help is not needed or required Santana. Thanks for caring though."

Santana huffed and walked off to Brittany, leaving Kurt and Blaine alone in the sea of bodies.

"Can I ask you, Kurt, why it is you never drink? I'm not judging, just curious..."

Kurt furrowed up his brow while he looked over Blaine's face, as if he had just asked the dumbest question in the world. "I'm not twenty-one yet."

Blaine turned his head slightly to the side in disbelief, and then looked around the room to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Most of the people in the room were under twenty one and drinking. Blaine himself was only a few months Kurt's junior, only a year behind in school because of the fall-out of the Sadie Hawkins dance he had been beaten up at. But Blaine was having a beer, and not the first one Kurt had seen him drink either. However, Kurt, a couple weeks away from his twenty first birthday, felt the need to abide by the law.

"Oh I see it in your face Blaine Warbler Anderson.... you're judging me right now." Kurt noted, a tsking finger coming towards Blaine's face.

Blaine quickly and defensively shook his head, "No, no. Not judging... just confused. Everyone else here is drinking, including Finn and I, and you haven't said boo about it. I can appreciate you wanting to abide by the law, but why tolerate those of us who aren't?"

Kurt shrugged his shoulders up a little and looked around at the room and those drinking, "It's not that I haven't before.... I mean... the law says if a parent gives it to their kid then it's alright. My dad has let me have a glass of wine and champagne now and then and I've drank it. I understand too it's a part of being young and carefree, but I've just always felt like it's not worth the risk is all. It's kind of like religion... so long as we don't judge one another and don't hurt each other with it, to each their own."

Blaine nodded and set his beer down on the table, "Alright. I won't drink then either."

Kurt snapped his head back towards Blaine, "Hey! Now I don't want to ruin your fun."

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's waist, "Honey... when I'm with you, I don't need anything else to be happy. Believe me. Besides, all getting drunk has done for me in the past is upset you and made me make-out with Rachel. Neither of which I have any interest in reliving."

Kurt's face was positively radiant as he took in the complement and wrapped his own arms around Blaine. They began to sway gently to Rachel's singing, though in Blaine's mind they were all alone.

Kurt murmured up at Blaine, from where his head was rested on Blaine's shoulder, "All that being said though... I think on my twenty first birthday, I want to get completely trashed."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh and kissed Kurt's forehead, continuing to lead the dance they were haphazardly engaged in and which Professor July would no doubt criticize if she saw. "Then I will be there to pick you up and take care of you."

"Get a room!" one of their friends from NYADA called over to them jokingly.

Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine grinned, responding, "Well we'd be in there already if you all weren't already moseying through it."

Finn made a face and looked over at them, "Dudes! No! I don't want to think about my little brother like that!"

Kurt laughed and lifted his head to look over at Finn, "You've literally been a few feet away from us for the past year Finn. How on earth have you managed?"

"Well I... borrowed your earplugs...." Finn admitted, blushing a deep red.

"Augh! Those are mine! Now your earwax has been in my ears!" Kurt moaned and hid his face in Blaine's shoulder again, "I need to buy new ear plugs..."

Blaine just snickered, finding the whole conversation entirely entertaining.

Kurt looked up at him, "You wouldn't be laughing if you were having this conversation with Cooper...."

Blaine made a face and then admitted, "No... probably not. And knowing Cooper he would probably have listened into our "extracurricular activities" and given me tips later..."

"Gah!" Now it was Kurt's turn to go red in the face as he considered that and then quietly decided, "We will never live with Cooper..."

Blaine nodded to Kurt and laid another kiss on his forehead, never tiring of feeling that smooth, soft skin on his lips. No matter how much Kurt tutored him on skin care and helped him, he would never have the luxurious silken skin that Kurt had.

"Now do you really want new ear plugs for your birthday because I had other things in mind and somehow ear plugs seem a little unnecessary in this new place..." Blaine asked Kurt, again dancing with him lazily through the room.

Kurt pursed his lips together as he thought and then murmured, "I don't know... there's nothing I really need..."

Blaine chuckled, "There's nothing you really ever need, yet you always seem to find things you want with no problem."

"Well that's the problem and the privilege of fashion, it keeps changing." Kurt responded, knowing full well that Blaine was talking about his clothing.

Blaine hummed softly along with the duet Finn and Rachel were now engaged in, leading Kurt along the floor in their lazy dance. Periodically they would be interrupted by friends wishing them well in their home or, in one case, asking if they could use the balcony to relieve themselves since the bathroom was occupied.

By early morning, their apartment housewarming party had been reduced to Rachel, Finn, Santana, and Brittany, who were sitting on the couch and loveseat and talking about nothing in particular. Finn was falling in and out of sleep on the couch beside Rachel who was excitedly talking about the new shows coming out on Broadway next season. Santana and Brittany meanwhile were actively engaged in an overly intimate makeout session on the loveseat.

Deciding that it was time, Blaine tugged on Kurt's sleeve, "Bed." he demanded simply.

Kurt chuckled and stood up, pulling Blaine up with him by the hands. They excused themselves to the bedroom, not expecting that any of the four left would leave before at least having a nap in their now messy living room. So much for having a lazy, relaxing Sunday.

"You know... we've got it pretty good." Blaine said as he looked towards Kurt while changing out of his clothing and into pyjamas, getting a whiff of himself in the process and inwardly hoping Kurt wouldn't mind that he still stunk of sweat and make him take a shower at this point.

"Oh really?" Kurt cocked an eyebrow in Blaine's direction, tossing his own clothing in the laundry basket before pulling on his own pyjamas.

While neither were opposed to sleeping nude, they had learned a long time ago that wasn't the safest thing to do when other people were around. Both Santana and Rachel had the nasty habit of barging in on them without considering what they might be doing.

Blaine crawled into the bed and over to the spot beside the wall, his designated side of the bed, before pulling the blanket over him. "We have great supportive families and friends, we're in the best dramatic arts school around, great jobs we actually enjoy, and we have one another."

Kurt chuckled and climbed in after Blaine, checking the alarm clock on the nightstand before drawing the chain down on the lamp, removing the unnatural light from the room, and leaving only streaks of moonlight from the window. "Mmm... I suppose that's pretty good. Wouldn't hurt to have a walk-in closet though and a new pair of boots."

Blaine chuckled and drew Kurt to him with his arms, nestling into the bed against the boy he loved. "Spoiled."

Kurt tsked, feigning insult, "Coming from the blue blooded boy here."

Blaine grinned, though it was unseen in the dark. "You deserve to be spoiled though."

Kurt chuckled back, "Don't you forget it either."

"HEY! I'm trying to make out with my girlfriend out here and you two saps are ruining the mood!" called Santana out from the other room abruptly.

Blaine and Kurt were quiet for a moment, and then simultaneously burst into giggles. After they calmed themselves, they cuddled up to one another, chest to chest, and easily fell asleep in each others arms. Right before he fell asleep though, Blaine thought to himself that life could not get any better.