Wow, this one has so much dialogue! And YAY I got it finished quite speedily! I found it writing it really fun, because I absolutely adore writing the dialogue between Blaine and the person whose name features as the title of this chapter :P I hope you find it as amusing as I aimed for it to be :P Let me know if it doesn't get across! And enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Tanya

It seemed that waking up in interesting places was becoming a habit for Kurt Hummel. His eyes fluttered open, slightly gummy with sleep, and fell upon the smooth skin of a tanned back. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Kurt could see the edge of a guitar that rested on his knee.

He reached out, pressing his fingers against the smooth skin and scooted closer to place a kiss to it.

'Good morning,' Blaine said lightly, his body moving with the vibrations of it. His fingers picked notes from the guitar, playing out a little melody and Kurt listened, moaning a response.

'Morning.'

'You sound like you've been hit over the head by a gorilla.'

'Accurate statement.' Kurt grinned, sliding an arm around Blaine's naked waist and using him to pull himself into a sitting position. 'I think my sleep schedule was cut short by a few hours. When do we need to be in at the theatre?'

Blaine shook his head immediately. 'Marcus called. We have a day off. The producers are gathering to talk about the final casting options and they wanted me there, but I said I was busy.'

'Busy strumming a guitar?'

'Very.' He turned his head to look Kurt in the eye. 'Actually, my excuse was entertaining guests.'

'Is that what I am now? A guest?'

'No,' he said, laying down the guitar and turning completely so they were face to face. 'You're much more than just a guest.' He pressed a warm kiss to his lips, one hand reaching out to lay on Kurt's cheek, the other supporting himself against the mattress.

He was about to slide his tongue into the confines of the other man's mouth when the doorbell rang.

'Shit,' he groaned, pulling away.

'Who would be here? Who knows where you're staying?'

Kurt was stepping back off the bed, reaching for the suitcase beside it in which he'd managed to cut down the bare essentials of clothing. He pulled on underwear and a pair of sweatpants and followed Blaine - who had also rushed to clothe himself somewhat - out the door of the bedroom.

'Who is it?' Blaine called out, stepping towards the door.

It was a particularly feminine voice that replied, 'You'll see!'

'Tanya?'

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine, who mouthed in response, My roommate.

'Yes, Blaine! Who else would it be?'

Blaine bit his lip and reached forward to pull open the door. 'We weren't really sure.'

'WE?' And Tanya was bounding into the room, wrapping her arms around Blaine's neck to pull him into a tight hug, while surreptitiously glancing over his shoulder at Kurt. Her eyes were wide and she ran them up and down his still shirtless body.

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and scowled.

'Kurt, this is Tanya,' Blaine said, wriggling out of his roommate's grasp. 'Tanya, Kurt.'

'Oh, hey.' Tanya held out a hand for Kurt to shake and he took it cautiously. 'So I have a few questions for you, which I've been dying to ask ever since Blaine let slip that he asked you out over a dead bird.' She grinned, her hands making elaborately motions through the air as she talked. 'Number one: Did you find that at all romantic? Because I don't see how professing his love over a dead bird can be at all romantic. And number two: Are you sleeping together now?'

Kurt's jaw dropped. Blaine didn't blame him. His chin had hit the ground somewhere in the past few seconds too. 'Tanya!' he said, grabbing her by the shoulder. 'Have you lost all tact?'

The blonde nodded, leaning back against Blaine. 'Well, I have just got off a red-eye flight from LA to New York. I have a right to be tired and insane.'

Blaine groaned and pushed her off him, leading her to the couch. 'I'm sorry about her,' he whispered to Kurt as they passed. 'She gets a little like this sometimes.'

'Like what? Interfering?'

'Oh, no. She's always interfering.' He pushed Tanya onto the couch, still holding her by the shoulders. She looked up at him with eyes that glowed despite the dark shadows beneath them. 'Okay, let's take this slowly, Tan. And let me ask a few questions first.' She nodded. 'Why are you here?'

That brought a slight frown to her face. 'Well, Harry broke up with me, even though he said it would only be a break-'

'Don't give up on him.'

Blaine's head spun at Kurt's interjection.

'Why not?' Tanya asked, looking in Kurt's direction. 'You did.'

'Yeah, and I regret it. You shouldn't have to regret things. Just give him a chance to explain.'

Blaine smiled, mouthing a silent thank you to Kurt and hoping he could communicate how much that meant to him through his eyes. 'Continue,' he said, motioning to Tanya.

'And then I was wondering how you were doing, and I had a bit of extra cash lying around so I thought, why should I call you when I can come see you in person. Plus, I wanted to get my eyes on Kurt in the flesh, to see if you were exaggerating.'

'And was I exaggerating?' Blaine asked, exasperated.

'Not at all.'

'Good. Now what did you want to ask?'

'Kurt,' she said, turning on the sofa so she was facing him. 'I have to know. How romantic is it, getting asked out over the casket of a dead canary?'

'Well,' he said slowly. 'Pavarotti - that was the bird - was actually in my freezer, so it was really only a bejeweller and a painted cardboard box.'

'And a ton of rhinestones,' Blaine added.

'Oh, I can remember pulling them out of my socks for a week!' The two of them laughed, Kurt shifting closer towards Blaine and leaning his head against his shoulder. He turned to Tanya, a smile on his face. 'So, yeah, it was kind of romantic, seeing as I'd been pining after him for months, and even though I'd told him explicitly, he still didn't seem to get it.'

Blaine shook his head. 'You told me you thought I wanted to sing that stupid song for you. Not that you liked me.'

'Your powers of deduction still amaze me, Blaine. You're so clueless sometimes.' He wrapped an arm around his waist.

'You loved it though.'

'Not when you sang to Jeremiah, I didn't! But I did like it when you came to your senses.'

'Hello!' Tanya said, waving a hand. 'I'm still here you know. And I have another question.'

'Yes?' Kurt raised an eyebrow.

'Are you doing the dirty?'

He frowned, turning to Blaine. 'She has a poignant way of putting things, doesn't she?'

'Very.' But he was blushing, his tanned skin tinged with pink.

'You didn't answer my question,' she spoke up.

Kurt bit his lip, watching Blaine, who turned slowly to face his roommate. 'Yes.'

'Yes, you didn't answer my question, or yes, you're doing the dirty.'

'Yes.'

'Argh!' Tanya groaned, leaning back against the edge of the couch. 'Whatever! Can I crash here for a few days?'

Blaine glanced at Kurt, who was frowning. But he couldn't say no to a friend in need, not when he'd let Kurt so readily stay with him. 'You can't afford a hotel?' he hinted.

'Not at the last minute. You know they always bump the prices when they can tell you're desperate.' She smiled hopefully. 'I'll sleep on the couch. I'll cook.'

Blaine turned to Kurt. 'She does cook a mean chicken curry.' He turned back to the woman. 'Fine, you can stay. You will be sleeping on the couch. If we're out of the hotel, you are also. We're not giving you a keycard. I trust you wholeheartedly, Tanya, but its not only me living here now, so I have to put Kurt's feelings at the top of the list.'

She nodded, holding her hand out. 'We'll shake on it.'

'God, Tanya. We don't need to shake. We're friends. You just have to convince Kurt that you're not all obnoxious comments.'

'What are you saying, Blaine? That I don't care for you?'

'No,' he said, laughing as he stepped away from Kurt and the couch to grab Tanya's bags from the door. 'I'm saying you can easily come across as a mighty large bitch if you don't at least try to be nice. And Kurt's a good person.'

The man in question smiled hopefully. Tanya gave him another look over and nodded. 'You're alright, Mr Hummel.'

'Thank you,' he nodded.

And like that, the three of them fell into comfortable conversation, Tanya talking about her flight and the state of things in LA, and Blaine and Kurt talking about the production, and the bustling city that was New York.

Hopefully, next chapter we'll get into a bit more angsty stuff. This was just a fun filler chapter because I wanted to include Tanya back into it, and she will become somewhat important in the near future. Rehearsals are coming up, and I hope they're going to be exciting! :D