Cold. Hard. Sore. Somewhere in his subconscious, Kurt’s brain must have picked up those 3 words. Or, rather, those 3 sensations. He wasn’t sure what brought it on. He wasn’t even awake. Yet. But he knew already about 3 things: cold, hard, and sore. He wasn’t even sure what was hard, or cold or sore. But as he was slowly regaining some consciousness, that’s what stuck to him. And screams. Yes, definitely screams. Ass odd, as it was. He wasn’t even hearing people scream. Actually he wasn’t hearing anything yet but his brain seemed to have picked up screams. And heavy. Definitely heavy.
Maybe he could just let all those words go and drift again to his definitely heavy sleep. But wait, it wasn’t that kind of heavy that his brain seemed to take notice of. Nope, a different kind definitely. Pressing on his chest. And the more the thought about it, the more he realized that it was actually painful. He even had a hard time breathing. And oddly enough, his back hurt. What was the relation between those 2 information, he had no idea. But his brain, or rather, his subconscious must have thought it was important enough to mention them together. Heavy breathing and back pain. Maybe he caught pneumonia. Maybe...
He couldn’t focus suddenly. He couldn’t focus on the other words or sensations because the screams seemed to have gotten his whole focus. He wasn’t even sure he had decided that himself. But he must have, because suddenly there wasn’t anything but screaming and yelling, and… words. Yes, they were definitely words. Kurt shouldn’t have been surprised because yelling involved words but this felt just so real. He couldn’t quite place those words though. It was like a fuzzy, cloudy curtain was separating them from his brain. They were there but he couldn’t see. Or hear.
He was about to give up. He just wanted to shut those words out of his brain, when suddenly one of them became clearer. As if he could almost see it. It started to become clearer, as much as he didn’t want to. And heavier. And colder. All those words become real sensations. Things he could feel. And he could hear. He could now place the yelling. And they were mostly yelling one single word. Over, and over again. And soon enough, his somewhat conscious state picked up with his subconscious and he heard it, loud and clear. Finally.

“SIR!”, And Kurt finally opened up his eyes.
There he was, the screaming man, in overalls, that couldn’t keep his mouth shut and for a reason or the other, found it very important to wake up Kurt at any rate, and… yes, he was still talking, and Kurt, in his still sleepy state, didn’t seem to take in a lot of it. Why wouldn’t he just let them sleep. Them? Kurt hadn’t even registered the them, but somehow he knew there was a them involved. And it was a heavy them. Or… oh for the love of god, if the other guy could just shut up so he could focus!

“what’s going on?” Kurt finally managed to say. Or he intended to say. Because if the sudden confused look on the overall man was any indication, he probably didn’t make a lot of sense. “Who are you?” There. It was finally a phrase, not some mushy words put awkwardly together.

“who are YOU?” answered back the man, looking suddenly furious.
Seriously, thought Kurt, not right now. He wasn’t in the mood for playing “knock knock games or whatever. His brain thought suddenly at the next best question.

“What are you doing here?” Because, yes, it was legit question. What the hell was doing that man in his room, and god, why was it so damn bright and…

“ME? What are You doing here?” responded immediately the man without missing a beat.
Wow, ok, this was annoying. Why was this idiot repeating every single of his words. Maybe he was dreaming after all. Maybe it was his subconscious way to deliver him a message. Fine, either way, he would answer.

“I live here.” Said Kurt as a matter-of-factly.

“Stop messing with me!” Ok, the guy looked now positively furious. He should probably calm himself, or a heart attack was probably on his way. Kurt was about to tell him as much, when the other man picked up again. “Are you seriously telling me you’re living on the fucking roof?!! Fuck, I really don’t have the time to deal with crazy hobos on top of it all!”

Hobos! How dare he! Kurt was just about to deliver him with one of his infamous bitchy comebacks, and thank god he felt his wit come back from last night events, and…wait.

Last night.

Roof.

Cold. Cold floor.

Bright. Bright because there are outside.

Sour, because they had been sleeping outside on the hard cold floor. Of the damn hard roof.

And bright. Bright because it was damn morning.

And confused, angry, overall man, who was probably the janitor of the building who had just found two guys sleeping on the hard cold floor on the building roof.

Two guys. Blaine and him. Blaine who was sleeping practically on top of him, his head resting on Kurt’s chest, heavy. And that pressed on his already sore back

Oh. OH! Oh! Oh! Oh!

OH FUCK!

“Oh fuck!” Oh, Blaine was awake too.

Surely, he was, since Kurt, as realization dawned upon him, stood up in a swift movement, effectively knocking out Blaine on the side, and making him hit his head on the hard floor. Oh fuck indeed, but as long as Kurt was concerned, and no severe damages were done, it was only payback for all he put him through the previous night. He could look at him all he wanted with that offended puppy-like look on his face, Kurt couldn’t care less at the moment. Because frankly, the janitor has just caught them in a very awkward and truly mortifying position, and if the look of his face could be any more clear, probably stupid too.

“Sorry, I… we… didn’t meant to…” stammered Kurt, in a very non-bitchy way that impressed no one, “ I mean we aren’t hobos. We live here. Well I do… I am…”

“Yeah, Hummel. I know. ” groaned the janitor. Fred, suddenly remembered Kurt. “What are you doing here?”

“Hum… we were watching the stars…” yeah, he shouldn’t probably have said that. That raised eyebrow on the janitor face could have competed with one of his best. And Kurt couldn’t just have someone judge him like that. So he put the same expression on his face, and turned to Blaine. Poor, confused Blaine, who was just massaging his head, because fucking hell, it really hurt, and raised his head to see one perfect eyebrow looking down on him, and goddamnit, who the hell the hairy brushy other eyebrow was, and why was he judging him again? Why did he do again?

The eyebrow in overall eventually sighed “Just go out of there. You’re not even supposed to be here, star seeing or not… “

“that’s your fault” shot him back Kurt, which Blaine could have probably agreed on, if it wasn’t for the fact that the pain is his head was dissipating letting the place to an other way, situated way below, around the area of his ass. There was no way he could feel guilty when his ass was on fire, after being fucked so hard on the floor, and then sleeping on an other hard cold floor. There was no way he could admit to Kurt that his own idea was so stupid when he could just have fucked him over the couch like Kurt had suggested it. Ok, maybe he deserved the eyebrow. The eyebrow that didn’t even look at him right now and was trying to detangle from the covers on the floor as best as he could, and keeping in the same time some kind of deaf conversation with the guy in overalls. Blaine was really paying attention, trying himself to remove his ass from this torturous floor. Maybe he should have. Maybe he should have heard when Kurt asked about the time and when the janitor, Fred, the janitor was named Fred, told him it was way past 9, in a exasperated tone.
He should have because then he would have predicted Kurt jumping up suddenly on his feet, dragging the covers with him, and effectively sending back Blaine on the floor, ass first. Again.

When he finally succeeded to stand back up on his feet, hissing in pain, and massaging his ass with his right hand, he faced himself with a very judgmental eyebrow in overalls, Kurt’s perfect one long gone, running toward the apartment, dragging covers and cushions, leaving behind him an echo of swear words and other lovely yells.

“Idiotas” muttered one last time the brushy eyebrow, and left him here standing dumbly, alone, before going through the door Kurt has jus disappeared through.

It didn’t require a master in Spanish to understand what he had just said. And Blaine could only agree. And Kurt would have probably agreed to. And he probably would as soon as Blaine would gather up the courage to face him.
He definitely wasn’t looking forward to that.
Idiot.

Eventually, Blaine decided on following behind Kurt, grabbing whatever was left of cushions, and dish recipients on the floor, and running back down the stairs. Actually it had more to do with the fact that he was insanely cold and uncomfortable on that rooftop, and less with the fact that he had gathered enough courage to face Kurt’s wrath. No, for that, there was nothing that could be done. And he realized how much Kurt was really pissed once he arrived on the floor hallway, and saw that a neighbor of Kurt had came out to see what the commotion was about. Things were said, to which Kurt simply answered, with a big and loud : “Oh fuck you!”, and a slamming door. Yeah, it was very bad.

Blaine waited until the old guy stopped scoffing, and closed the door of his own apartment, to follow behind Kurt. He didn’t anyone else judging and yelling at him, this morning, thank you very much. Luckily the door hadn’t been closed, just banged very hard, and Blaine, very much like a child, he realized it, got his head through first. Ok, maybe he was being a bit tad ridiculous. But it was Kurt we were talking about, and frankly who could blame him for not wanting to open the door and find himself face to face with that perfect but dangerous eyebrow. Fortunately, the entry was clear, so Blaine got in, and closed gently the door behind him. Gently, trying to do as little noise as possible.
Ok, he was definitely being ridiculous. He should just face the wrath right now, and move on. Try to move on. Survive at least. With as little casualties as possible. He took a deep breath and got into the living room. Kurt, surely enough, was there.

Currently, he looked a bit preoccupied though. He was trying to kick the covers on the floor, as if they were very repulsive animals that were trying to attack him, and honestly it wasn’t doing any good. He was furious, and uncoordinated, and did I mention, furious, because with all the yelling, and kicking, and mad gestures, it only led to him falling backwards on the couch, in a very awkward mess of limbs and covers, headfirst.
Which in retrospective could have been a great deal laugh for Blaine, but right now, he was anything but amused. He was the one who would have to help him from that mess, and face his anger, and frustration, which could only have increased more. Not a matter of laughter, definitely not.

After a few seconds of pondering his options, Blaine finally sighed and went to help his lover. Very carefully, very slowly, with the patience that Kurt couldn’t have mastered, he detangled limbs and covers, and removed the whole bed setting from Kurt. Kurt, who regained some of his equilibrium, and at Blaine’s surprise, just sighed and turned around to seat properly on the couch, his eyes full of something that looked like, almost like, regrets and shame. Wait, what?

“I just mad a big fool of myself, didn’t I?” asked Kurt with a sheepish smile.

Blaine just kept looking at him, taken aback. He had expected anything but that. Everything but Kurt calming down, and being rational. He wasn’t sure what to expect anymore from that man.
Kurt seemed to realize it though, and a light blush appeared on his cheeks and he bowed his head sheepishly. “I’m sorry I freaked you out, and yelled at you and run and…”

Suddenly, a pair of lips shushed his freak out. Blaine couldn’t hold it anymore and had kissed him. And Kurt could only shut up and respond. Not that he was reluctant at all, but he just hadn’t expected it. Maybe it was about time any of them grasped the idea to next expect anything from each other. Not in moments like that anyway.

“Well, good morning to you” whispered Blaine, against his lips. Kurt giggled in a way that never failed to cause butterflies in Blaine’s stomach.

“Good morning to you too.” Kurt kissed him again. Quickly. Sweetly. “I’m sorry about everything I…”

“Don’t” Blaine cut him, put a single finger on his lips. Kurt kissed him once, like from a habit, before looking at Blaine, those perfect eyebrows conveying all his confusion. Blaine couldn’t help but smile wider and kiss him again, this time on his noise, before finally replying.

“Don’t apologize. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have dragged us there in the first place last night.”

“I shouldn’t have lost my temper either.” Replied Kurt, still adamant about his burst out.

“You still surprise me.” said Blaine as matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry?”

“I said you still surprise me. I was ready to face all the wrath of whatever Kurt Hummel could muster”, before Kurt could hide his face in his hands, Blaine took them and entangled their fingers together, and rested them on either side of his own face. Kurt couldn’t help but look at him in the eyes, and frankly what a sight. Both of them got lost in it for a few seconds, before Blaine spoke again.
“I told you once that you always zig when I think that you’re about to zag. Well, you did it again. You still do it after all this time. I loved it back there and I love it more if possible right now. I love you.”
He quickly caught the forming tears in Kurt’s eyes before he leaned forward and kissed him again. Not long though, but still longer than before. Still sweeter. And Kurt’s answer was stronger. It wasn’t a heated kiss but it was still passionate. Full of recognition, and memories, and something like abandon. But they couldn’t get too lost either. Because there was still a lot to do. To built. And Kurt knew it. And Blaine knew it.

Blaine broke it first but it was Kurt who spoke the first words.
“I love you too.”
“Good” smiled Blaine.

“Thank you”. Continued Kurt

“For what?” It was Blaine’s turn to arch those perfect triangular eyebrows.

“For everything. For keeping me sane. For last night. For this morning. For everything, really.”

“My pleasure. Literally it was my pleasure last night”.
Kurt burst into laughter and Blaine couldn’t help but beam back, a bit smug even. It was ok. There were gonna be ok. All the worries about last night being a mistake that the both had, even though well hidden, vanished just like that. Sure, they would have to talk more about it, at some point. About everything really. What they are. What it means for Kurt. For Blaine. What are they gonna do about it. But not right now.
Right now Kurt is late. He really is. But it’s Blaine who breaks their kiss first. Because he knows that Kurt still feels guilty eve if Blaine doesn’t see it that way. So he breaks the kiss. And sure enough…

“I wish I could…” start to say Kurt, fidgeting in Blaine’s arms. Because yes, somehow, they ended up in each other arms, even though Blaine couldn’t have told you when it happened. But it didn’t matter. He had to let go now. So he did. He leaned back and let Kurt free.

“I know, you’re late. I’m sorry for keeping you more”.

“Don’t.” and it’s Kurt’s turn to shush him. “Don’t ever apologize for keeping me. Never”.

Blaine just smiles at the choice of words and kiss Kurt’s knuckles. Actually it feels like he’s chasing after them, because suddenly, it’s all about the rush again. The sweet interlude is over and Kurt is talking too fast again, and he’s moving, and running, and it’s all a blur to Blaine.

“I’m sorry Blaine, but it’s just that I’m so fucking late. Oh my god, it’s almost 10. Damnit.” Blaine decides to sit down on the couch, moving the covers on the other side, in a pile he would surely have to take care of later, but not right now. Right now, he just looks at Kurt whose talking a mile an hour, and running around, and really, he’s not accomplishing much.

“Kurt, calm down, baby. Breath”. And oddly enough, Kurt hears him and stop. Well, he’s not walking anymore. He’s all over the place, but he’s not moving. He even takes a quick breath and even though, he’s still stressed, a small smile appears on his face.

“Keeping me sane. That’s what I was talking about” breaths Kurt.

Blaine just smiles. “Now, just pick up from the start. What do you have to do. And more importantly what can I help you with?”
Ok maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Making Kurt think about all he has to do, but the man has to move on somehow.

“I need to moisturize. Oh, god, my face must look like hell right now. I haven’t even done my routine since god knows when. And shower! A shower yes! I feel so dirty. Shower is good. Maybe I should start with that before moisturizing. And clothes. Oh fuck, clothes! I need to call Leila, god only knows if anyone still works in that thing. I was awful to all of them yesterday. I need to apologize, also to her and Jeff, and… and …oh, fuck!” Kurt, too engrossed in his rambling, hadn’t seen one of the debris on the floor and had tripped over it, almost breaking his neck in the process. Fortunately, he caught himself on the side of the kitchen counter before falling down. Blaine stoop up quickly in panic to help him but he quickly realized that he wasn’t needed when Kurt started mumbling again.

“And this! I need to take care of this damn mess. Like I didn’t have enough things on my fucking mind, I need to clear this space, and probably buy new stuff, which frankly I don’t even have the money to buy, because everything I like is two damn expensive, and the company is not making enough money, and I’m gonna go broke, and I’ll end up on the streets, with long lost Broadway and designer dreams and…”

Wow, ok, Blaine maybe was needed after all. Kurt was quickly starting to go insane, so Blaine quickly crossed the 2 feet that separated them and without a warning, caught him in his arms. Kurt tried to get free at first, but there was no way Blaine would let him go in this state. He just kept rubbing his back, and eventually, Kurt’s rambling stopped.

“Listen to me Kurt, you’re not gonna go broke or live in the streets or whatever else you’re clearly freaking about it. You’re way to talented for that and… Actually, you’re just insane right now.”

“I know, I am, am I not? “ admitted Kurt with a nervous laugh. Blaine took him by the shoulders and pushed him back so he could face him straight in the eyes.
“Now listen to me. Go take a shower, moisturize, and dress yourself. I’ll call Leila, no, don’t protest, I have to talk to her anyway about Dianna. I’ll call her, and tell her about planning a meeting with all your staff for making amends about whatever you think you did wrong…”

“I was awful to them, Blaine, you don’t…” sighed Kurt.

“I don’t need to know” cut him Blaine. “I know you will fix it. And I know they will forgive you. Because you’re irresistible.” Blaine smiled. Kurt let out a nervous laugh. “ and because you could convince anyone to do anything, which is so not the point. The point is that you’re perfect, and anyone that can’t see that, and resist to your charms, and your big blues eyes and that smile…”

Kurt laughed frankly this time. “I’m not sure we are on the same topic anymore, Blaine.”
Blaine seemed to come back from whatever he was lost in Kurt’s face, and blushed deeply.

“You’re adorable.” Another quick kiss.” But you’re right though. I should just go get ready, and I’ll think about making amends later. I’ll take you up on your offer to call Leila too.”

“Sure.” Blaine tried to recompose himself. “And maybe I can help with the mess in here. I could maybe pick up some boxes and…”

“Don’t. I’ll call some professionals to clean this mess. But if you could just be there when they arrive. You don’t have to stay the whole time, just…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there. I’ll even do some grocery shopping and some basic material stuff for the kitchen since, well, it’s all practically broken.”

“You don’t have to…”

“No arguments. You told me last night that it was my home too, right?”

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat. Yes, it was Blaine’s home too now. It was their home. How imperfect it might be.

“I also told you that we would buy a new place together, but Blaine honestly, I’m not sure if I can afford it right now” admitted Kurt.

“It’s ok, me neither” smiled Blaine. “Kurt ,we don’t need a new place right now.”

“we actually might after the stunt I put with the neighbor earlier. Or the janitor” Kurt’s ashamed little smile got Blaine laugh at loud and hug him quickly. When he released him from his embrace, Kurt still looked like a dear caught in light. So freaking adorable.

“We’ll worry about those two earlier. But honestly, there were pretty rude themselves.” Kurt smiled, a little, eyes still down, and a light blush on his cheeks.

“I’ll need to buy new furniture though.” Thought Kurt.

“We will. Together. Not expensive though. Just until we know what to do. Like Ikea stuff.”
Blaine had been expecting Kurt’s indignant scoff but it was still comical to see how his whole face changed into a horror mask and his lips pinched together. Blaine still tried to keep his own face serious, challenging him to disagree with him. After a few seconds of this silent confrontation, Kurt’s face changed into something that could only be compared to a kitty that had just been sprinkled with water. Or a kicked puppy. His pout was actually the most adorable Blaine had ever seen, and he couldn’t help but kiss him better.
Kurt sighed into the kiss before pulling out way to quickly for Blaine’s liking and standing back.
“you’re cruel with me.” Accused Kurt.

Blaine only laughed. “but you love it.”

“What I’d love is a good shower. And moisturizing on my skin. And clean clothes. And fuck, is that the time already?” Kurt finally noticed the clock that had somewhat magically remained on the kitchen floor, and in a what seemed really magical to Blaine, went from kicked puppy or kitty or whatever, to a ball of stressed energy in a record time.

“Fuck, fuck I’m so late! Shit! Shit!” And before Blaine’s brain could record the movement, Kurt has disappeared through his bedroom door, and a second later, Blaine could already hear the shower being turned on. Kurt sure didn’t lost anytime once he focused on something.
Blaine felt bad for Kurt as soon as he noticed the clock too. 9:30. Yes, he was definitely late. Especially since he had cut all afternoon yesterday, and he had his show tonight. He needed all the possible time to catch up now, and focus.
Blaine sighed and went to seat back on the couch, after pouring to himself a glass of juice. He should probably get started on his choirs too. He should call Leila first. And check on Dianna. He missed his little girl. He hoped she wasn’t too mad at him for abandoning her like that.
Little did he knew.

No more than half an hour later, Kurt came back out from the bedroom, fully dressed, showered, and moisturized. Sure, he had to cut short his routine, but he had emergency routines for days like that. But still, Blaine never though he could be ready in such a short notice. So when he heard the door of the bedroom open, he was fully expecting Kurt to show up in a bathrobe, going on about some other thing he had forgotten to freak out about earlier. Blaine, what had been said about expecting things from Kurt Hummel? He should really grasp that because if he had any idea what he was about to face, when he raised his head, he probably have mentally prepared himself. But as Kurt came in sight, his brain just shut down. All the blood suddenly migrated way, way southern at the sigh of Kurt in black skintight jeans, and red tight shirt. He was wearing on deep grey vest on top of it, and long black velvet coat. Drop dead gorgeous.

“If the expression on your face is any indication, and honey please close your mouth, you’re gonna catch flies, I think I did dress pretty decently.”

And suddenly Blaine remembers how to talk. “Decently???” he asks, like it was the worst insult on the planet. And right now, to Blaine, it really is. “How do you even… how can…”

“Not decent ok. Sorry for offending you then.” Kurt smiles. He’s smug. He knows what he did to Blaine and he’s smug. The bastard. Fine, game on, thinks Blaine.

“You’re ok.” His tone is not casual enough and Kurt can see right through it. But Blaine is decided. He won’t fall for it. Like, he didn’t already! But if anything, Blaine is way too stubborn. “you’re late you should be going. I took care of Leila don’t worry. She’s bringing Dianna at work, so sorry for that again” Kurt just dismiss with a non committal wave so Blaine continues, “ she had fun apparently. Anyway not the point. She’s gonna inform everybody that you want to see them in the conference room as soon as you arrive. I even reassured her that you’re not planning on firing them all.”

Kurt sighed. “I really made a mess, didn’t I. Anyway, thank you Blaine, really.” Blaine just waved back in the same way Kurt had just did, which made the brunette smile. “And I called some people to take care of the mess. They should be here in less than an hour. If you could just show them everything.”

“Already took care of it? On top of looking…” Blaine said before he could stop himself.

“I’m a man of many talents winked Kurt, before bending forward to grab his keys on the table, which put his perfectly shaped ass merely inches away from Blaine’s face. And just like that all of his lover’s restrain vanished through the window. Really, whom was he kidding. Surely not himself. And not even Kurt. Kurt who just squealed when Blaine grabbed him by the hips and pulled him on his lap, before ravishing his face with kisses, his hands still trapped between his laps and Kurt’s ass. The best place for them to be, at the moment, to be honest.

“oh god, you look fucking stunning Kurt” whispered Blaine into the kiss. Kurt just giggled. “I’d eat you right now. You look so fucking good. You smell so fucking good.”

“and you, sir” said Kurt standing up, smiling at Blaine’s vain attempts to keep him glued on his laps, “smell like sex, and sweat, and city pollution. You really need a shower. And shaving wouldn’t kill you either.”

“why are you so mean to me?” pouted Blaine.

“Call it pack back for last night. Call it tough love. Whatever suits your … oh fuck, is it really the time? Shit, I gotta go!”
And Blaine couldn’t help but smile as Kurt started running around again, and fuck he was so adorable, fixing his outfit in the same time after Blaine had pulled him on his laps. Blaine just looked at him, look for his bag, and his keys, and yes, he assured him that he would meet him for lunch when he was done with the guys that were supposed to come, and he shouldn’t worry, he should go really he was fine, and here, here’s your phone, and It’s ok he shouldn’t worry, he’d find something to eat, now go, wait, be careful, don’t trip on that, yeah, sure, he would kiss him, now go, yes, he would be fine, he knew how the shower worked, and where the towels were, would you please stop running around in circles and worrying, and go.
It took way 5 wholes minutes before he finally decided that Blaine would be ok, and that he hadn’t forgotten anything, and yes, he had kissed Blaine goodbye more times than necessary really, and yes, he told him that he loved him, of course he did, and finally, finally, the door closed behind tornado of expensive designer clothes and shoes.
Blaine collapsed on the couch, feeling like he had just run a marathon because that what Kurt in full energy mode does to you. He was exhausted, finally at calm for the first time since he woke up, but despite it all, he couldn’t help but grin stupidly.

So, that’s what living with Kurt felt like? That’s what his morning would look like from now? Running after Kurt, or with Kurt, making sure either of them didn’t forget anything, but most importantly, making sure they didn’t forget each other. Teasing, and loving, and kissing. Making coffee, and plans, and decisions, and being late, and in a rush, basically all he did all those years, but this time with Kurt. He could live with that. He could live with that routine, that madness, this rush, every damn morning, every damn day, if it meant he could share it with Kurt. Because with Kurt, it felt like home. And he was pretty ok with that.