As Kurt trudged through the lobby of the apartment building and towards the elevator, he couldn't help but think of what the man in the cab had said. He pushed the button to his respective floor when the elevator doors opened and he stepped inside. They were just friends, so he couldn't see how he'd thought they were dating. Maybe it was the way they were acting? But that didn't make sense to Kurt, weren't they just acting how friends were supposed to act? He'd teased Blaine slightly, but friends teased each other. But maybe it wasn't just the way they were acting, maybe the driver had really just thought the two had looked cute together.

He wanted an opinion from someone else, but he didn't have anyone to ask apart from Rachel, and she couldn't even answer because she'd never seen Blaine before. Knowing her, if Kurt went to talk to her about it, she'd squeal in his ear and bounce excitedly, betting that they probably did look cute together, then she would constantly nag him about wanting to meet Blaine. And Kurt did not want that at all.

He collapsed face-forward on his bed with a groan, his face buried in a pillow and his legs dangling off of the edge of the bed. He was exhausted, both physically and now mentally, and he didn't want to move. Maybe I'll just fall asleep right here, he thought. He was so tired, it didn't seem like a bad idea at all, and he was almost asleep when he heard footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor. They were getting closer and closer and this caused Kurt to pull his pillow lazily over his head to make the stomping go away. But it didn't, and it kept getting closer.

The stomping finally stopped and Kurt sighed, thankful that it was now quiet and peaceful until he heard a banging on his bedroom door. He moaned, "go away, Rachel!"

The banging stopped, but he heard his door squeaking open, and the short girl stepped inside, tossing her long, brunette hair over her shoulder. "Come on, Kurtie," she whined, patting the back of his legs. "I need your advice with what to pack."

Kurt rolled over and glared at the girl standing over him. Couldn't she tell that he was exhausted and just wanted to be left alone? Obviously not, because until Kurt sighed and rolled off of the bed, she wouldn't stop bugging him, complaining that she wanted to look good for Finn, and she couldn't possibly do that if she was wearing sweaters with unicorns and puppies on them.

"I can't believe you still have those," Kurt grumbled as he followed her down the hallway to her room.

When Kurt finally finished helping Rachel with packing, pulling out articles of clothing and tossing them aside, claiming that not even a 2nd grader would be caught dead wearing them, he wandered back to his room and willed himself to shower and go through his nightly skin regime before collapsing into bed once again, falling asleep quickly with McQueen at his feet.

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Kurt woke up the next morning still exhausted, and he made a noise of protest when he looked over at the clock flashing 5 past 6am. It was unusual for him to wake up this early unless he had something important to do that day. Sure, he had to take Rachel to the airport, but that wasn't for another few hours and even then, they would still have enough time to get dressed and to the airport.

The boy tossed and turned on the bed for a while before giving up. There was no use in trying to fall back asleep; he was going to be up for the rest of the day until bedtime. To get himself motivated, he poured himself a cup of coffee and made breakfast. After eating and finishing cleaning up, he decided to just get ready for the day.

When Rachel woke up, Kurt was lying on his bed, legs tangled together as he flipped through the newest issue of Vogue, making comments to McQueen who was clearly not amused by his owner's antics.

Kurt tied up his boots after slipping them and shuffled out to the kitchen to find Rachel making her daily protein shake, dressed in a navy dress with her hair flowing down her back. Kurt instantly knew this was to impress Finn. He shook his head; he'd never really understood his best friend and step-brother's relationship. One minute, they were in love, but the next they couldn't stand to be around each other. And that still hadn't changed, even though they were in New York and Finn was still back in Ohio.

Kurt helped with Rachel's bags, taking them downstairs and piling them in the trunk of Rachel's car that seemed to be collecting dust in the parking lot. Once they were in the car, seatbelts on, complete with Kurt's Broadway playlist, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed to LaGuardia to drop off Rachel.

They arrived at the airport way a head of schedule, and after checking in her bags, the two decided to get coffee and muffins before it was time for Rachel to leave. They stood up, tossing their trash into the can before pulling one another into a hug. When they pulled away, Rachel patted his arm and smiled, nodding when Kurt told her to have a good flight and be safe. "I will. And I'll tell Burt and Carole you said hi."

They embraced each other one last time before Rachel grabbed her purse and carry on and turned to head to the right terminal.

Kurt didn't wait until his friend disappeared to leave. He headed right back out to the car and headed home. He turned off the engine, and sluggishly made his way back up to the apartment. He thought with the amount of caffeine he'd already consumed for the day would've helped kept him awake, but as soon as he walked in the door he flopped down onto the couch and fell asleep.

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Kurt opened his eyes a few hours later to McQueen purring hungrily in his ear. He chuckled, sitting upright, and stretching his arms out above his head. He hadn't even remembered falling asleep, but he felt much better rested now than he did earlier. He followed the cat into the kitchen, laughing softly as he wagged his tail eagerly, looking back a few times to make sure Kurt was coming. He grabbed his dish and filled it with food before setting it back down in front of him, taking the chance to re-fill his water bowl as well.

He grabbed a brownie and popped it into his mouth, and once he'd finished chewing and swallowing, his phone started to ring from underneath the pile pillows from when it fell during Kurt's nap. He rushed over to the couch, clearing the pile and grabbing his phone. "Hello?" he answered, panting slightly, not bothering to check the caller I.D. when he picked up the device.

"Kurt!" the boy recognized the voice immediately, and his lips instantly turned upward upon hearing Blaine on the other end.

"Hi, Blaine!" he greeted happily, "did you want something?"

Blaine nodded, but realized Kurt couldn't see him and cursed at himself quietly for being such an idiot. "I just — well, I wanted to know if you wanted to go get a drink or something? I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, it's totally up to you. I should stop talking. Yeah. But what do you say?"

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's babbling. He'd quickly realized the boy had a thing for rambling, and Kurt thought it was absolutely adorable. He took a few moments to decide before answering. He wasn't too excited about drinking; he didn't really want to make a fool out of himself if he got drunk, but he wasn't about to turn down a chance to spend time with Blaine.

"Sure, that sounds great."

Blaine smiled behind the receiver of his iPhone, and he tried not to sound too enthusiastic that Kurt agreed. He knew it probably wasn't the best of ideas, going to a club, but he wanted to see Kurt and he didn't have any other ideas. "Cool! Um, I'm going to go get ready, then I'll text you the details."

"Okay." Kurt willed himself to stay calm.

"Okay. Bye, Kurt."

"Bye, Blaine."

About twenty minutes later, both boys were heading down the street to the bar. It wasn't that far from Kurt's apartment, so they decided to just leave from there. They were dressed casually - well, as casual as it gets with those two. Kurt was dressed in a simple grey henley and dark skinny jeans, which seemed to fit him in all the right places, and suspenders fitted perfectly ontop of his shoulders.

Blaine's outfit was considerably less dressy, and it hadn't taken him very long to pick out the outfit. Most of his time was spent in front of the mirror, debating on how he should fix his hair. Finally, he'd set the gel down on the counter and walked away with curly, unruly (and adorable in Kurt's opinion) hair. He tugged on the hem of his t-shirt self-consciously as they ventured to the club in silence.

It wasn't as if it was uncomfortable, not talking, but Blaine's mind was focused on what would happen if he got drunk. He didn't want to make an idiot out of himself, or do something that would embarrass him later on. 

Finally they made it to the club and after showing their I.D's to the bouncer they stepped inside, both boys grabbing for each other's hand so they wouldn't get split up on the way towards the bar. Their hands fell once they got to the bar, Blaine letting go a bit hesitantly because he knew he would miss the warmth as soon as he let go.

Their faces were both flushed as they sat down, avoiding each other's gaze and staying silent for the first few minutes. Blaine ordered a beer after a while, insisting that Kurt ordered a drink as well, and that he would pay for it. Kurt tried to protest, but Blaine was staring at him with puppy-dog eyes and he couldn't resist.

Kurt opted for a strawberry margarita, sipping it slowly as he promised himself he would only have one drink.

... Three or four drinks later and Kurt was completely gone, as was Blaine. They'd forced their way onto the dance floor and were now giggling drunkenly and spinning each other around until they both had to stop, feeling extremely dizzy. They found a table towards the back of the club and rested for a bit, their words slurring as they tried to tell each other things that made no sense in their current state.

After calming down a bit from the rush of the spinning, they pushed through the crowd and ended back on the dance floor. The lights were shining down on them in a variety of colours, the floors glowing underneath them as they jumped around, swinging their arms in the air as they attempted to sing along to whatever song was playing.

Somehow Blaine had found himself pushed up against Kurt's back, both of them grinding along with the music.

I'm clocking in, like a job

I wanna work that body-ody

Work that body

Going hard, like a rock

Come on, let me work that body-ody

Work that

Kurt's hips swayed along with the music almost perfectly even though he was intoxicated, his hands swinging inward and out in front of him. Blaine was still pushed up against him, his hands grabbing onto Kurt's waist as he felt the boy's moving hips in front of him.

Kurt started singing along now, not very well, but he didn't care. He stole glances back at Blaine as he sang, grinding up and down against him.

Boy, I'm like a drug

You won't get enough

I can get your mind right

Boy, I got that goodnight

Make you fall in love, every single touch

Let me get your mind right

Boy, I got that goodnight

Blaine couldn't help but think how true that was and he unconsciously thrust his hips up against Kurt, who stopped, taken aback, but only for a moment. They continued dancing until the song ended and Kurt didn't seem to want to stop moving, but Blaine was starting to feel dizzy again.

He leaned in, his lips right above Kurt's ear and Kurt could feel his hot breath, making him shiver. "Let's go back to my place," Blaine suggested and Kurt shuddered again, nodding in agreement.

They took off out of the club and back to Blaine's apartment, getting lost three times before they finally reached the correct building. It seemed to take Blaine forever to get his keys and Kurt was growing anxious. Finally, he retrieved them, but only to start fumbling with them as he tried to unlock the door.

When they stepped into the hallway, Blaine immediately grabbed Kurt's hand, leading him over to the couch. The end result was Kurt lying ontop of Blaine, limbs all tangled together as Blaine leaned up and smashed his lips against Kurt's.

At some point they ended up in Blaine's room, in the same position as before though a bit more disheveled now. Blaine moaned when he felt Kurt tangling his hands in his curls and he tossed his head back, his eyes closed until Kurt brought him down again, his lips pushing against the other boy's needily.

Their tongues battled for dominance until Blaine finally pulled apart, sweaty and panting. 

"Kurt," he whispered. "God, Kurt. I need you."

Their lips met again, but only briefly as Kurt's lips ghosted across Blaine's jaw before coming in contact with his neck. He pressed light kisses to the flesh before finding a spot right under the boy's jaw and started sucking on it, his tongue flicking out to lick the spot occasionally.

It took all Blaine had not to cry out at the touch. His skin was burning, but it felt so good and he never wanted it to stop. He bit down on his lip, Kurt's shirt bundling up in his fists as he let out stifled moans of pleasure.

Kurt pulled away from his neck, re-connecting their lips in short, sweet pecks. "Shirt," kiss, "off," he instructed and pulled away, Blaine nodded and sat up, obediently letting go of Kurt to grip his own shirt and pull it over his head. Kurt did the same and tossed the shirt on the floor, not caring at this point if it got wrinkled. He just wanted Blaine, he needed him.

Both boys took this time to check the other out. Blaine's eyes raked over Kurt's chest, noticing how pale and creamy and soft his skin looked, and he just wanted to feel it. Whether it be with his fingers or his lips, he didn't care. He didn't have the time to think more of it, because, once again, Kurt's lips were on his.

Blaine grabbed a hold of his shoulders, rubbing his thumb over the soft, exposed skin. He was stunned when he felt it; he didn't think he would be as soft as it was. Sure, he knew it would be soft, but this soft? Definitely not.

Kurt's hand found its way back to the shorter boy's curls, tangling his fingers in them as he deepened the kiss, tracing patterns in his chest hair with the other hand until Blaine let out a moan, begging for more touching, any and everywhere. And Kurt wasn't going to deny him that.

He broke off the kiss, moving his lips down to Blaine's chest, licking, sucking and blowing on his nipples until they were hard. He then traced his lips over his ribs and down to his waistband. "Can I?" he asked softly, his eyes dark with lust.

Blaine nodded, his body thrashing up in pure need. "Yes, please," he begged. Kurt laughed lightly, moving to unbutton his jeans and unzip them, motioning for Blaine to buck up his hips so he could slide the jeans off of him, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

Kurt couldn't help but stare at the bulge constricting in Blaine's tight boxer briefs. He palmed him threw the light fabric, earning an appreciative moan from Blaine. A smirk formed on his lips and he leaned down to place a small kiss to Blaine's lips, his dick twitching in response.

"Fuck, Kurt. Please just touch me already," Blaine growled. Actually growled. Kurt decided he'd teased him enough and tossed the boy's underwear aside. His breath got caught in his throat as he stared down at Blaine, his face heating up. He grabbed a hold of his cock, pumping harder and harder with every moan Blaine let slip out.

He wrapped his mouth around the head, sucking gently until Blaine couldn't take it anymore and he came undone in Kurt's mouth, though he just swallowed ease, not caring that he hadn't been given a warning before the other boy came.

Blaine was lying flat on the mattress, hot, sweaty and panting, but he wanted more. "Kurt, can you — there's a condom in that drawer—"

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Kurt opened his eyes and was immediately confused. There was a soft purring from the edge of the bed, but it wasn't the familiar sound of McQueen. When he looked over, he noticed a grey cat sleeping peacefully at the footboard. He looked around the room; it was bright and clean, but it wasn't his. He started to panic, and he was about to jump up, when he realized he couldn't. He looked over to his left, and curled up with his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist was Blaine, sound asleep.

Kurt's palms started to sweat when he realized what must have happened, because he and Blaine were both lying there half naked. If Blaine's arms weren't wrapped around his waist so tight, Kurt would've gathered his clothes and fled.

Kurt couldn't remember anything that happened the previous night, but he knew something had happened or he wouldn't be in Blaine's bed or wearing nothing but his underwear. He was tempted to wake up Blaine, but his heart broke when he looked down at the boy and he decided against it. And not to mention it was going to be awkward enough when he woke up.

Half an hour later, Blaine was finally stirring and he looked up at Kurt with a sleepy smile until he realized... "Oh, shit." 

Kurt let out a humorless laugh, "I thought the same thing..."

Blaine sat up straight, running his hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at Kurt. He was embarrassed, mortified. "I can't believe that happened. I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"It was both of our doing, Blaine. We were drunk. And I should — I should really go," and with that, Kurt jumped out of bed and got dressed as fast as he could before flying out of the room. Blaine was right on his trail though and stopped him right when he was about to run out into the hall.

"Kurt, please," Blaine begged, reaching out to grab his arm and spin him around, so that now the taller boy was facing him, staring him down. "We really need to talk about this or it's just going to be a bundle of awkward-ness between us, and I don't want that."

Kurt opened his mouth to protest and he tried to wriggle out of Blaine's grip, but the boy held onto him tightly. He may be short and little, but he was stronger than he looked; way stronger, and there was no way Kurt could get out of his grip, especially not with Blaine's next action. He pushed Kurt up against the back of the door, pinning his wrists above his head. "No," he growled.

Kurt pushed himself up closer against the door to back away from Blaine, but his eyes never once left his face. He'd never seen this side of Blaine before, and it scared the hell out of him, not knowing what this boy was capable of. "Blaine—" he tried to plead, wiggling again, but he slumped down slightly and sighed in defeat when he realized he wasn't getting anywhere. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's wrists, but not so tight that he was hurting him. Kurt was trying to speak, but instead of letting him talk, Blaine pressed his lips against the other boy's to silence him.

Blaine pulled away from the kiss, breathless. "We have to talk, Kurt. Please." The taller boy only nodded, knowing that putting up a fight anymore was basically useless and he let Blaine grab his hand and lead him back to Blaine's bedroom.