Start of Something New

Yuri lugged his suitcases up the stairs, sweating profusely in his heavy mall goth outfit. What a day for the elevator to be broken; outside, the temperature outside was nearing ninety degrees. He could feel his underwear sticking to his skin.

It didn't help that he was still iffy about the whole roommate thing. Sure, the dorm was way nicer than his old crap apartment, but was sharing space with some dickhead college student really worth it? Only the thought of his old neighbors--an assortment of ill-tempered immigrants, nocturnal meth-heads and a creepy gay barista who seemed to never bathe--kept him from turning around and going straight back. That, and those fucking stairs.

At least he had Gwen Stefani's entire discography on his iPod and a sewing kit in a suitcase--those would keep him sane. Sure his roommate might be a jerk, but he could just hide in his room and get lost in Gwen's lovely voice and sew away his stress. He could even play with his dolls, if it got really bad.

After fumbling in his deep, stupid pockets for a minute, he found his shiny new room key and unlocked the door. Finally, he'd be able to get a drink of sweet, sweet water--a shower too, even.

All of those thoughts vanished from his brain when he was greeted by the sight of a very familiar naked man dancing to what sounded like the soundtrack of High School Musical 3: Senior Year. His suitcase and key clattered to the floor.

"...Fuck no," he whispered in shock. Anyone but Blair. Fucking anyone. It could even be Kyle Liu, for God's sake. "Anyone but you," he repeated, more loudly. "Anyone but the biggest fucking man-slut on campus!"

He glared angrily at Blair; this man was responsible for making the past two years hell. It was beyond the point of "forgive and forget."

Blair turned around, surprised as all hell.

"Wh-what?!" He paled when he saw who it was. "O-oh, uh...you...it's you!"

He almost smiled, before he remembered the way they had parted. It hadn't been pretty.

"I-I mean, haha! You asshole!" He grabbed the nearest pair of boxer shorts and pulled them on. "What the fuck are you doing here, anyway? I thought I was the only one who had a key!"

"I'm your fucking new roommate, genius," he said, picking up the key and waving it around. "Are you stupid? They sent both of us letters. I got the last available space--rooming with you. God, you're just as stupid as you were when you left, right? Can't figure out if you're straight, can't check your own goddamn mail. Pathetic." Now that the words had started, stemming their flow proved to be difficult.

"What the fuck ever," he growled, pulling his things inside and slamming the door. "I live here now, so deal. Which room is the empty bedroom?"

Blair never checked his mail; guess that explained the problem. Even so, there was absolutely no way he was going to let Yuri be his new roommate. His old roommate had been bad enough; an annoying, know-it-all type. He had beat the crap out of him when he called Blair a faggot. That pretty much ended their relationship.

"Well, it doesn't matter because there's no fuckin' way you're gonna live here for long." He replied, crossing his arms. "'cause I drove my last roommate away, you're next. I hate you."

He sneered. "You should really just pack your things already, I know you won't last long."

"I'll last longer than you, asshole," he snapped, dragging his suitcases into the living room. "You called me a faggot--at least I wear clothes." He stripped off his sweaty outer shirt, almost defeating his own point.

He laughed.

"What? You want me to cover up, 'cause my hot body gives you a boner?" He laughed even more loudly. "Faggotassbitch."

"Actually, I enjoy erections--that's why you should cover up, I want the ability to have them again." He cracked his neck, sitting down on the couch. "Show me where my room is already, would you?"

"If you're so fuckin' smart, then figure it out yourself, dumbass." He sneered. "I'm gonna go get a shower, in the meanwhile, so have fun."

He laughed as he walked to the bathroom.

Shrugging, Yuri walked into the room that was obviously Blair's and stripped down to his briefs, laying down on the bed. He didn't care, at this point--the bed in the other room didn't even have sheets yet, and he was exhausted. He just wanted to rest.

A few minutes later, Blair returned to his bedroom and almost sat down before he noticed Yuri.

"WHOA! The fuck are you doin' in here?!" He shouted. "G-get out of my room!"

Yuri stirred, having dozed off.

"Gwen...you said your husband wouldn't be home," he muttered, rubbing his eyes.

Blair grabbed him and pulled him up to his feet.

"Your room is not this one!" He said, hoping Yuri hadn't done any sort of snooping. Because, if he was supposed to keep Yuri believing what he believed, then he'd have to act uber heterosexual around him. And be a major tool.

He drowsily elbowed Blair, grumbling.

"Augh, your fucking fault--I was tired and you didn't show me my room, so I took the first one I found. Dumbass."

He dragged Yuri to the spare room.

"This is your room, fagass." He shoved him inside and moved back his room. Looked good, clean; Yuri hadn't snooped.

"At least I never doubted I liked girls!" Yuri shouted spitefully as he began to unpack. Stupid Blair was just as much of an asshole as he had been before; it made him angry just thinking about it.

Blair got dressed, and crashed on the couch, to watch some Mythbusters. He really wished this hadn't happened...

Once he finished unpacking most of his stuff, he put on a pair of pants before marching back into the living room and grabbed the remote, purposefully changing the channel to Lifetime. He didn't even like Lifetime, but he hoped Blair hated it.

"You look even gayer than you did in high school," he said flatly, glancing at Blair's hair.