Blaine slowly slid down the length of Kurt's naked chest. His mouth open that way his tongue left a warm, wet trail. He stopped right before he reached Kurt's bellybutton and then took his mouth away, just enough to blow cold air up the line he had just drawn. Kurt's back arched in response, breath escaping him in a gasp. Blaine grinned into Kurt's skin.

He rested one hand on each side of Kurt's body and then slowly brought them up to rub over Kurt's exposed chest, his fingers catching on his peaked nipples. Kurt couldn't help himself and he squirmed on the bed with how teasing the touch was and he looked down at Blaine who was smiling smugly.

"Do you like that?"

Kurt, who knew Blaine knew how sensitive he was opened his mouth to throw a smart ass comment back at Blaine. Blaine saw this coming though and took each of Kurt's nipples between his thumb and forefinger and rolled them. Kurt gave a choked off sob at the arousing abuse.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you correctly," Blaine said, voice low.

Moving quickly Blaine brought his body up higher and instantly put his mouth around Kurt's left nipple. He sucked the flesh into his mouth and nibbled on it slightly, just enough to sting but nothing that would still hurt a few seconds later. At the same time his right hand worked with it's twin on the other side of Kurt's chest. Rolling it gently and pinching when his tongue licked over the one in his mouth. Kurt whimpered and writhed under him.

Satisfied, Blaine grinned before slowly pulling off and removing his hand. He rested his chin in the center of Kurt's chest and looked up at him under his eyelashes. Trying his best to look innocent. Kurt growled and latched his hands into Blaine's hair and moved his head across his body, then shoved it down onto his right nipple.

He didn't need to be told twice as Blaine enthusiastically repeated the same torture on the right side, playing the left with his hand instead. Kurt's hips bucked under Blaine almost making him lose balance, but he slid his mouth quickly from the abused skin and gripped both sides of the bed above Kurt's shoulders. Grabbing fistfuls of sheets he pressed his own hips down into Kurt's whose seemed to be moving on their own accord.

Rutting his hips down Blaine tossed his head back and moaned loudly. Kurt opened his eyes to see the wrecked look on Blaine's face, and their pants hadn't even come off yet. He thrust up harder and sucked in air through his gritted teeth at the friction. The debauched look on Blaine's face spurring him on even more. With shaking hands Kurt let go of the bedspread and moved them to Blaine's ass.

Kneading the flesh filling his palms, Kurt watched as Blaine's eyes flew open. When their eyes met Kurt pushed down on Blaine's backside and they both let out a groan at the same time.

"Kurt-" Blaine sobbed out as he continued to feverishly rock his hips, "we... need to stop. Or this -oh God- will be over before -fuck- we start." Blaine's face pulling into a grimace at every few words.

"Just-" Kurt panted, "a-few-more-seconds." And he punctuated every word with a sharp thrust of his hips. He whined at the loss of friction when he stilled, Blaine followed suit.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered brokenly, "Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt Kurt..." he continued whispering as a mantra while he reached for Kurt's lips, "Kurt." He mumbled one last time against Kurt's lips before capturing them in a heated kiss.

"Kurt! Kurt, you gotta wake up. Kurt!" Kurt was shaking. Wait...no, someone was shaking him, pulling him out of his hungover dream. He waved his arm and hand trying to dislodge the person who was shaking him without opening his eyes.

"Just five more minutes," he said softly and rolled over onto his belly. The shaking stopped though, and Kurt was relieved. He heard the low sound of a man chuckling and then whispering to himself before patting Kurt's blanket cover knee twice and exiting the room. Kurt didn't catch anything but the words 'always' and 'morning' but he didn't bother trying to figure out what the man had said.

His head was slightly spinning and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet. But he didn't know if that was from the dream he had just woken up from or the fact that he had drank so much the night before. Kurt didn't remember much, just Blaine dancing with some other person, then him getting stupidly and horrifically jealous and drowning himself with booze. The rest of the night he couldn't remember, other than a vague feeling that he was supposed to be mad at Bill.

Right now he had bigger things to worry about though. One of them being why the dream had resurfaced. He thought he had gotten rid of that weeks ago, but yet here it was again in all it's shiny Blaine-filled glory. Blaine... Kurt wondered what had happened to him the night before. If he had gone home with the man he was dancing with...or someone else. Or had he just left after he saw how jealous he had made Kurt.

Kurt groaned as his head throbbed and he pushed his face down into the pillow beneath him. The pillow was soft, and cold, and it smelled good. Like really good. Kurt hummed to himself happily and stuck his face further down into it. But wait... that wasn't the smell of his detergent...and a man had just woken him up...

Carefully Kurt picked his head up out of the pillow and cracked his eyes open. He winced. Sunlight was heavily pouring into the room and it made Kurt's head throb with the beat of his heart. But he forced them to stay open that way he could look around. Kurt found himself laying in the middle of a queen sized bed that was covered with deep red sheets and a navy comforter. The walls were a stark white and bare, like the person living here had not been here long, or was about to move.

Slowly he moved his head to the right and saw a small nightstand. On the dark wood there stood a wrought iron lamp with a tan shade over the bulb. And in front of that was a large glass of water. It had condensation on the sides so Kurt knew it had been left there for him. He smiled weakly, normally his one night stands weren't this considerate.

Moving with care, Kurt rolled himself onto his right side. He felt the smoothness of the sheets on his bare legs from the knee down. Lifting the cover he saw that he still had on his button up, boxers, and socks. Really...nobody had ever re-dressed him and left a drink out. Kurt sat propped on his left elbow and tried to remember who he had gone home with. But there was nothing and he closed his eyes in defeat.

A moment later though he remembered the water and reached a shaky hand out to the nightstand. He grabbed the glass and brought it to his lips drinking deeply. He hadn't realized how sore his throat was...

"Ah! Sleeping beauty awakes!" Kurt coughed into the glass in surprise and then started choking. He hadn't heard the owner of he apartment come into the room and the booming voice had startled him. Kurt was still coughing, spittle flying out of his lips when the glass was removed from his hand. He realized he had closed his eyes when he had started to choke and slowly opened them to see who he had spent the night with.

He slowly looked up the body of the fully clothed man standing at the side of the bed. When his blue eyes finally met hazel-green he gasped, not able to help himself.

"Blaine?!" Kurt squeaked.

He smiled down at Kurt, but he noticed it didn't each his eyes. "Hi Kurt."

Kurt's mind started to fire in a hundred different directions. How had this happened? Why did it happen? Was all this consensual? Had Blaine been drunk to? What if he's mad now? Wait...Kurt realized that he didn't remember anything. He punched the bed in frustration at the fact that he had sex with Blaine but he couldn't remember it.

"That bad to wake up to me, huh?" Blaine's voice was teasing but there was something else hidden under it, Kurt's head just hurt to much to figure it out.

"No! That wasn't- it wasn't- I'm not- Blaine?" Kurt blushed and stuttered through his words.

Blaine put his left hand on Kurt's right shoulder and looked him in the eyes, "Don't hurt yourself."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt flopped back onto the bed on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, trying to collect his thought's and his emotions. He was really trying to figure out how he had gotten himself into this situation. But a portion in the back of his mind was working desperately to remember one moment of sharing the bed with Blaine, when it came back fruitless yet again Kurt closed his eyes and sighed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Kurt jumped, but then remembered that Blaine was still in the room. Blushing Kurt uttered a small, "I'm trying to remember how I got here."

"Scoot over," when Kurt complied Blaine sat down at the edge of his bed, "I took you here. You were about as far gone as I've ever seen you, and...certain things kept happening so I had to get you out of the club. I didn't want to take you back to your place 'cause I was a little scared of Rachel, but mostly I wanted to make sure you didn't drown when you threw up."

Kurt laughed despite himself. But that really hurt his head. He brought his hand out from under the covers and held onto it. "Ow." He said weakly turning his head to look at Blaine. Kurt noticed that he had bags under his eyes like he had not slept all night. There was a smile on his face but he could see the worry underneath it.

"What's wrong?" Kurt questioned, confused.

Blaine shook his head like he was startled by the question, "Um. N-Nothing. Why are you asking me that? Shouldn't it go the other way?"

"Should there be something wrong with me?"

Again, Blaine looked started by the question. "No," he said slowly, "I guess not."

"Then it doesn't need to go the other way. Oh God my throat hurts." Kurt whimpered as it started to ache more the more he spoke.

"Here," Blaine murmured as he reached for the glass of water that he had set back on the nightstand and handed it to Kurt.

"Thanks," he said gratefully as he sat up and took the glass, drinking deeply again.

"You threw up three times, that's probably why it's still so sore." Blaine informed him clinically.

Kurt removed the glass from his lips and blushed, looking down at the comforter. Dalton colors. He should have know this was Blaine's bed. He felt two fingers go under his chin and his head was raised that way he was looking at Blaine again.

"Why are you blushing?"

He blushed harder in response, running his hand over the blanket. "I just figured it was from... you know... I just thought- we- I- you had- oh never mind!" Kurt now thought it was impossible for him to blush harder.

"From what?" Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his fingers still holding Kurt's chin up. Kurt gave him a pointed look and then he saw Blaine's slight blush as Blaine's hand dropped from his chin.

"Oh! Oh...oh no Kurt! We didn't-"

Kurt cut him off, "I hope I at least made it to the toilet all three times."

This time Blaine looked down at the bed in embarrassment a tiny smile tugging on his lips. Kurt groaned, "I threw up all over you didn't I?"

Blaine shook his head, "No you made it to the bathroom all three times. Just... you didn't make it to the toilet the first time. But you threw up on the tile so it was easy enough to clean. The bleach even got rid of the smell."

"Oh God, Blaine I am so so sorry!"

"Nah don't worry about it. You'd never even been here before, I should be thrilled that you made it to the bathroom at all."

"I still feel really bad. But I guess it's better than throwing up on you while we were um...while we shared the bed together..." Kurt trailed off awkwardly, unable to bring himself to say what he was trying to get at.

"What do you mean?" Blaine's eyebrows were drawn together, a look of pure confusion on his face.

Kurt blushed harder, pursing his lips looking at Blaine, willing him with all his might to say it that way he didn't have to. He almost exhaled in relief when Blaine's eyebrows dropped and he opened his mouth to speak again.

"You don't remember anything do you?" Blaine practically whispered. Kurt shook his head no and Blaine nodded slowly. Like he understood and somewhat knew.

"I should have expected that. You drank a lot. Then finished Cathy's drink of straight vodka. It just...just hurt's worse than I thought."

"I'm sorry I don't remember it. I'm sure you were amazing. I mean, I probably wasn't all that great seeing how drunk I was-" Kurt was rambling, now not being able to stop the words from tumbling from his mouth, but then Blaine pinched Kurt's lips between two of his fingers.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine demanded and dropped his hand that way Kurt could speak.

"Didn't we, I mean... we had sex right?" There, he finally said it.

Blaine threw his head back and loudly started laughing. Confused at the reaction, Kurt started to grow angry. What was so funny about that?!

"What is so funny about that?!" He demanded, echoing is thoughts. Blaine stopped laughing immediately as soon as he heard the anger in Kurt's voice.

"Kurt-" he bit his lip trying not to laugh, "we didn't have sex."

"Oh yeah. I totally believe that. You've been practically begging for it since you came back. And this morning I wake up in your bed, from a night I don't remember, in my boxers. But yeah, of course, we didn't have sex. Right."

"We didn't have sex. Trust me. I took off your vest that way you didn't get tangled in the chains in your sleep and your pants are off because they were so tight I was afraid your legs would turn blue if you slept in them all night. I checked for underwear first, don't worry."

"Yeah! Because we had se-"

"No. We didn't. I simply put one finger down the side," Blaine emphasized when Kurt gave him a look, "and felt for the elastic waistband. And I was very careful not to touch you when I unbuttoned and unzipped them. Believe it or not, I have amazing self control. Unlike you." He laughed.

Kurt scoffed, "What are you talking about Blaine?"

"No, first you have to answer me honestly whether you believe me when I say we didn't have sex."

Rolling his eyes, "No. I don't believe you."

"Fine. Stand up."

"What? I'm in my boxers."

"Give it a rest. I've seen it. Just stand up."

Kurt shot him a look, blushed slightly, but pushed himself over to the opposite side of the bed anyway. Slowly he stood up, and turned around to face Blaine.

"Happy now?" He put his hands on his hips, still angry.

"Take a few steps."

"Blaine why am-"

"Humor me."

Kurt huffed but he took a few steps around the room. He looked at Blaine's dresser which was the same dark wood of the night stand. All the drawers were closed tightly and there was a single picture frame on top of it. Kurt squinted but he couldn't see the small picture from this distance.

"Now I have a question. Does your ass hurt?"

"Excuse me?" Kurt demanded.

"Does. Your. Ass. Hurt?"

"I don't see where you are go-"

"Just answer the question Kurt." Blaine said, frustration filling his voice.

"No Blaine. My ass does not hurt."

Blaine smirked and stood up himself. He walked over to where Kurt was standing and stood in front of him.

"Did I limp on my way over here?"

"No..." Kurt said confused.

"So that means my ass doesn't hurt either. Huh. I wonder what that means." He said as he tapped is index finger against his chin and tilted his head to the side.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, still mad, still confused. And Blaine was just standing there smirking like this was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, which just added to Kurt's confusion.

"Oh for God sakes!" Blaine sad exasperatedly. "Kurt don't you think if we had sex at least one of our asses would hurt?!"

"Oh!" Kurt squeaked, widening his eyes, "g-good point."

"Do you want to inspect my body for further proof of no marks. I'll gladly strip down right here if you just want to be extra sure."

"N-No. That won't be necessary." Kurt blushed crimson at the thought however.

"Relax. I was kidding."

"Oh. Right..."

Blaine chuckled, and for the first time, this one reached his eyes. "But if you really wanted me to, I wouldn't say no. At least... I wouldn't today."

"And would you have really said no another day?" Kurt's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest.

Any trace of laughter quickly fleeted Blaine's eyes. "Come out to the kitchen. I made you breakfast. We... I need to tell you some stuff."

"Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like what you say?"

"Because you aren't going to like what I'm gonna say. Now are you coming or not?"

Kurt huffed but he didn't see what other choice he had. Blaine had already turned around and was walking out of the bedroom so Kurt followed behind him. He led Kurt down a narrow hallway that had one shut door, Kurt could only assume that this was the bathroom he had thrown up in. The hallway then split off like an 'L' and around the corner the space opened up to show the living space and an open doorway that led to the kitchen area.

Scattered around the space were pieces of the same dark wood that Kurt had seen in the bedroom and he could only appreciate how everything seemed to match. There was a doorway to get to and from kitchen to living room but there was a large space that served as a glassless window.

"I love how open and bright everything is in here. Especially with the dark wood." Kurt complemented as he followed Blaine into the kitchen.

"Yeah, that's what drew me to this place. I needed something open. Take a seat," Blaine nodded in the direction of the one place at the table that had a plate before it.

"This is considered making me breakfast?" Kurt said as he slid the chair out and it scraped loudly against the linoleum. On the small plate that was now before him were four Saltine crackers and another large glass of water.

"After the amount of puke I saw come out of your body last night, that's a feast. Once you prove to me your stomach can hold the crackers I might give you something else." Blaine sat down directly opposite Kurt and smiled.

"Fair enough," Kurt smiled back and picked one of the crackers up and staring to nibble on the corner of it, "now...what did you have to tell me?"

Blaine sighed and started to play with his fingers that were resting on the tabletop, "A lot happened last night."

"I figured. Since I ended up here this morning. Just tell me and get it over with."

The look in Blaine's eyes showed Kurt that he would rather do anything but. Without thinking about it Kurt reached across the table and took one of Blaine's hands in his. "It's okay. Whatever happened I won't be mad. Just tell me."

Blaine squeezed his hand tightly, like he was afraid to let go, as if he was afraid Kurt was going to disappear. Kurt wondered if that was what he really was afraid of. "Promise?"

"I promise." Kurt nodded.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Blaine opened his mouth, "I got to the club before you did. I saw you come in and you looked so breath taking. I like to think that's why my brain short circuited and I grabbed the closest guy near me and started to dance with him. I don't know why...but for some stupid reason I thought it would make you jealous and spur you into action. Action to come and tear me off of the guy. Instead I watched you turn around and order a drink.

"I could tell from where I was that the bartender was flirting with you. It was rather painful for me to watch so I turned around and walked away realizing how stupid I had been. I melted into the crowd but I kept my eye on you because I could tell you were getting hammered. And then I saw...that fucking asshole staring you down like you were a piece of meat and-

"Wait, who?" Kurt interrupted looking at Blaine with confusion. So far he remembered everything Blaine had told him, except whoever Blaine was cursing.

"Bill." Blaine hissed out through his teeth, furrowing his eyebrows in anger.

Kurt titled his head, "Huh. I had a vague feeling that I am supposed to be mad at him. Guess that's why."

Blaine snorted, "You haven't heard anything yet."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"It get's worse. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be I suppose."

"Cathy came over and talked to you and I thought hopefully that she might talk some sense into you. But she didn't seem to cause she started to make out with someone and you turned around and saw Bill. When you flipped him off I laughed right out loud."

"I flipped Bill off?" Kurt interrupted again.

"Kurt, honey, I'm never gonna get through the whole night if you keep interrupting me every time I say something."

He narrowed his eyes at Blaine but then nodded once. Blaine patted his hand and then grasped it again.

"You ordered something else from the bar and then turned back and looked into the crowd, searching. I dunno for what, but then you seemed to find it and jumped down off your stool and tried to get to the crowd. But Bill came out of no where and grabbed your shoulder. My blood was already boiling at this point and I could tell you were trying to fight him off. But he wasn't letting go and I'd had enough.

"I walked over to you and told Bill to let go. He was obviously just as drunk as you were and he wasn't having any part of letting go of you. We exchanged words, some of which I'm not proud of. But it was the truth, I don't regret what I said. Eventually he realized I had the upper hand and he shoved you. I saw it coming and jumped in front of you that way you ended up with your face pressed against me instead of the floor."

Kurt blushed at Blaine's words and looked down at his crackers. He seemed to have forgotten about them. Kurt picked another one up and started to nibble again. However Blaine didn't miss the action.

"Embarrassed already?"

"Oh God," Kurt groaned, "what else happened?"

This time Blaine smirked before continuing, "Well you kinda...latched onto me after that. I took your hands out of my hair when I realized just how much you had to drink. But then...you pushed your body close with mine and kept telling me how much you wanted me."

Kurt stared wide-eyed at Blaine as he felt all of the blood rush out of his cheeks. A cold sweat starting to break out on his forehead out of embarrassment. He couldn't believe what Blaine was saying.

"I told you no," Blaine continued, "that I wasn't going to take advantage of you in your intoxicated state. That I wanted you to want me, not the alcohol in your system. You didn't like the sound of that very much and were practically begging me to fuck you. I was losing against my will power, I had to do something that way I just didn't give into you.

"I pulled you through the crowd and went and bribed the DJ to play Teenage Dream because you wanted me to prove to you that I still wanted you. And since I couldn't sleep with you...it was the only thing I could think of. I pulled you onto the dance floor and led you around with pride, keeping a gentlemanly distance between our bodies even though I wanted nothing more than to give into you. You seemed to have the same idea and quickly gave up with the distance and pulled me against you.

"But then...that douche bag Bill, came back and tried to pull you off of me. I had enough of him at that point and told him you were mine. He muttered something about 'this not being over' and walked away. When I turned back to you, you were practically shaking you were so rattled about the whole thing. You begged me to make you forget your mistakes, to forget Bill. It was probably one of the hardest thing's I've done to deny you in that moment."

Kurt was shocked. At everyone's actions. Bill's, Blaine's, his own. He would never have expected Blaine to act the way he did, and even if he didn't want to admit it... he was touched. It made his heart ache and stomach flutter when he really did realize how much Blaine cared for him. It was too bad that he couldn't remember any of it though...

"Unfortunately," Blaine started again, "you did break me down. I couldn't take it anymore! And... I kissed you. Right there on the dance floor. That's what I regret about the whole night, was taking advantage of you like that. Even if it wasn't as much of a kiss as us trying to see who could eat the other's lips faster." Blaine chuckled dryly.

"Blaine I-" Kurt started to say but then Blaine cut him off.

"After that, I knew I had to get you out of there. We bumped into Cathy on the way and you quickly downed her vodka. After that you turned into a horny kid like you always do when you drink way too much. I got us a cab and brought you back here. I think you might have traumatized the poor cabbie though because you told me we would make pretty babies and tried to palm me through my jeans."

"Oh dear Lord," Kurt whimpered and blushed, resting his forehead in the palm of his hand.

"Aaand that's pretty much it," Blaine finished, his voice in a different tone. Kurt took his head out of his hand and looked at Blaine. But as soon as their eyes met Blaine looked away and frowned.

"There's something you aren't telling me Blaine. I know you."

"No there's not." Blaine said, clearly lying.

"Oh just tell me. It can't be much worse from what I already did last night can it?"

Blaine finally met Kurt's eyes. Kurt couldn't read the emotion that was in them. If it was sadness, or love, loss, pain, joy or a combination of all of them. He felt Blaine squeeze the hand that he was still holding on to before he quietly said, "You told me you loved me."