Kurt has been your roommate for a while, he went through a rough time as a teenager and spent more nights sleeping at your house than at his own so when you both turned eighteen the most sensible thing to do was get an apartment together.

The two of you have been in this same shitty apartment for 3 years now. The bedrooms were tiny, and the building was dingey. The part of town wasn't the safest and the neighbors were a bit sketchy.

But it's what you could afford, so you made it work.

You come home from work and Kurt is on the couch with some girl sitting on his lap, placing kisses on his neck. His gaze shifts to you and you can tell he's either high or drunk, as his eyes are mildly unfocused and hazy.

“Hey.” Kurt greets casually like there isn't a girl on top of him right now. “How was work?”