The next morning I vow to not think about what I overheard last night or the effect it had on me, which thankfully went away after I closed my eyes and remember Rachel's high school wardrobe. I looked at my clock and knew Rachel would already be at school as her classes started earlier than mine. I suspected that Blaine would still be in bed, but of course that fucker never does what I expect and not only was he awake he was in the kitchen in his boxers, and only his boxers. I gulp.

"Morning Sexy."

"Hello Blaine."

"Sleep well?"

"I slept fine, you?"

"Hmmm...I did, I always sleep well after a great orgasm, ya know?"

"Do you ever think before you speak?"

"Always."

"And yet you still say the things you say."

"Obviously."

"Is that the last of my cereal?" I ask pointing to his bowl.

He shrugged. "It's the last of some cereal. I don't know who the fuck it belongs to."

"Whatever. I'll just grab a muffin from the coffee shop near campus. Maybe I'll have time to get more after work...if the store is still open." I say trying to figure out if there was some point in the day between school and work when I could stop and buy more cereal.

I grab my satchel and head towards the door.

"Don't I get a goodbye kiss Sexy?"

I flipped him off as I walked away. I'm pretty sure I heard him chuckle.

School sucked that day, things were still rather awkward between Adam and myself and my partner in dance class kept stepping on my toes.

"How the hell did you get in here?" I asked her the tenth time.

Ok, yeah that was a little mean but come on, how do you attend a performing arts school and not know how to tango?

Work was slightly better until my computer crashed and lost my whole days' worth of work. And to top things off I knew that I would be sexually harassed as soon as I got home. I took a deep breath before I entered the loft preparing for whatever it was Blaine was going to say to me. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was two boxes of my cereal on the kitchen table. My expensive organic cereal that is sold only in one shop in all of New York.

"Took me forever to find that shit. I think I deserve a blow job at very least." Blaine said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Get your disease ridden hands off of me."

"No worries Sexy, I'm clean. I just got tested."

"Congratulations. Don't fucking touch me again."

"You are always so tense, that boyfriend of yours mustn't be a very good lay."

"Have you ever thought that maybe you and your comments are why I am always so 'tense'?"

He let go of me and took a step back.

"I gotta go to work."

Thank god, I can have a few hours where I don't have to deal with him.

"You should stop by for a beer Sexy."

"I don't drink."

"Ever?"

"Well not often."

"I get off at midnight if you are naked in my bed when I get home I'll make sure you get off soon after."

"I have a boyfriend Blaine."

"I promise you I know tricks that will make your toes curl, tricks that he wouldn't even dare to dream of."

"Probably because he doesn't think of sex twenty four seven."

"With you as a boyfriend I'm sure he does. I mean you have got to know how fuckable your ass is."

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"Right. I'll miss you and your fuckable ass Sexy. You sure you don't want to come to work with me? I can fuck you in the bathroom on my break. No? Next time then."

"Let's get one thing straight, you and me? Never going to happen. You and your probably miniscule cock are never getting anywhere near my ass."

"We'll see about that Sexy."

"I have a name you know."

"I know you do Kurt but I think Sexy suits you better." He winked at me before closing the apartment door behind him.

He's probably the most obnoxious person I have ever met in my entire life. I'm pretty sure most of things he says are just to make fun of me, like telling me I have a fuckable ass. I don't even know what means, ok I know what it means but I would hardly describe my butt that way, Blaine's on the other hand...holy fuck? Where did that come from? No. I do not and will not think of him that way.