It turned out that Mercedes's extra room turned out to be just his, so instead of moving in with Sam in there, Blaine got his own room. Sam usually fell asleep on the couch, so that meant he had his space there. It was hard to be away from the loft because that place was like his second home, but he didn't let it affect him that much. He got to be with his best friend and Mercedes a lot more, so that was fun.
The thing is that Blaine didn't stay there most nights and that totally wasn't his fault. He was just minding his own business, singing to himself or doing last minute homework for one of his classes when Kurt had called him or even invited him over. It was supposed to be their 'me time,' but Blaine didn't mind having Kurt around him. They usually watched something that Kurt had taped or whatever they could find that looked interested or talked about something else. It didn't take long for Kurt to distract him, pulling him into his section of the loft or start sweet-talking him to come over. After a good sex, Blaine was like a zombie, clutching to whatever was close and not letting go until he slept. He usually woke up in bed with him, and that defeated the entire purpose.
Of course, Kurt wouldn't be blamed. He just shrugged when Blaine accused him of cheating on the agreement and leaned in the kiss the thought away. Two weeks had passed like that, and life moved on. It wasn't until they had seen a neighbor at the loft crying, that reality caught up to them. It turned out her good friend had been attacked on the street by a couple of guys because he was gay. It was horrible to hear, and Blaine knew that Kurt would be upset about it, but he didn't realize just how affected he'd be by it. They went to the memorial together with Rachel and Sam, and after they went back to the apartment, sad and upset.
The place was eerily quiet as they moved to get ready for bed, and Blaine said goodnight to Rachel before moving the curtain to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed, face unreadable as he looked at nothing.
"You okay?" he asked quietly before shutting the curtain behind him and walking over. "You seem quiet."
"Just lost in thought I guess," Kurt said, looking up. He sighed and pushed himself up, walking over to his clothing rack. "Too much going on up here."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Not really, no." He didn't look over as he started to undress slowly, taking his time folding each discarded piece of clothing. Blaine didn't rush him as he sat down, watching. He knew that Kurt was bothered by what happened, but he couldn't force it out of him.
When he finished undressing, Kurt turned around and just walked over to him. Blaine wasn't expecting him to crawl onto his lap, but he welcomed him with open arms, holding on to the boy tightly. There wasn't anything said and that was fine with Blaine. He just held him, which was all he really could do.
"I don't know what I would do if something like that happened to you," he finally said, pulling back to look at Blaine. "Hearing that a gay guy got attacked not too far away, it scares me to death."
"I know," Blaine assured him. "It's not fair that we have to fear our lives at night because a few idiots don't approve of us. It's ridiculous, but I promise that it'll be okay. We are just going to have to take some extra precautions so it doesn't happen. Avoid alleys at all cost for one."
Kurt nodded and brought his hand up to rest against Blaine's cheek, moving his thumb back and forth. "I've been fighting my whole life against idiots that don't approve of me, and to still have those horrible bullies here, it makes me mad."
"I understand. New York is supposed to be safer for us. We should be allowed to hold hands while walking down the street without dirty looks. I should be able to kiss you whenever I want without sneers. As long as we aren't out at night alone, they can't touch us or what we have, okay?"
