"Blaine, you havent left the couch for two days." Kurt stated, upon his late return from rehearsal. 

The lump of blankets and tissues spoke, "I went to class."

"Wow, so proud."

"It was awful and Im not doing it again." He wasnt bluffing either. Tinas boyfriend was in most of Blaines class and agreed to send him a copy of his notes. They were mostly just preparing for the end of the semester anyways.

"Whatever." Kurt sighed, locking himself in his room with the takeout hed picked up on his way home.

Another day passed and Blaine was in almost the exact same position. He hadnt left the couch for class, food, showering, peeing. This is probably the longest hes ever gone without smoking.

"My leftovers are in the fridge, if you get hungry." Kurt offered to the couch monster. With a sigh, he left.

When he got home that night, he found his leftovers still in the fridge. Untouched.

Tina came the next day with soup from SoMays. She sat on the floor, with her back leaning against the couch.

"Im worried. You arent even eating your soup." Shed finally persuaded him to sit up and take the comforter off his face. His beard was scraggly and unkempt, eyes red and puffy from crying. The little curls that peeked out from under his hoodie hinted at the dreadful state of his hair.

"Not hungry." He grumbled, squinting against the first break of light hed seen since Sunday.

"Blaine, get over him. Get over all of this." Tina advised, looking at her distraught friend.

"How?" His voice was raw from his four day vow of near silence.

She shrugged, "forget about him." She shrugged and gave her friend advice. She shrugged and told him what to do. She shrugged and said the only way to ever move on is to do the one thing that he cant do. She shrugged and Blaine fell apart.

"How, Tina!?" He cried out into the still loft. "All anyone ever says always is oh just forget and you shouldnt hold a grudge move on get over it let it go. How? I cant! I absolutely can not, because I saw it. You didnt see it, Tina, see him. Them. I did. I do everytime I close my eyes, like its engraved on the inside of my eyelids and I just see it until I fall asleep. How do I forget that?" His words echoed back at him, accompanied by the stomping of people above them. 

Tina looked at her hands and chipped at her nail polish. She didnt know what to say. Silence washed over them like one of those swell waves that knock off your sunglasses into the ocean. Blaine curled into a ball, hugging his knees to his chest. He tried to squeeze out the feeling. The same feeling he gets whenever he thinks about it. His plummeting gut, the numbing of his fingertips and the pessimistic voice in his head telling him its all his fault. He hated the voice, but he knew it was right. If he hadnt been such a prude and just put out, then they couldve avoided the whole mess. How could he have been so naive, expecting someone to wait for him?

When the silence subsided, Blaine spoke up. "Did Sam give you any of the notes for me?" Tina nodded, grabbing one of the many Manila file folders she used to keep herself organized. She placed it on the coffee table, because she knew Blaine would put it there anyways. The boy examined it from his seat. It was labeled BlaineyDays Notes from Cute Sam. The word "cute" was crossed out in green ink and had "supah sexy" written above it in someone elses handwriting. Blaine was to later discover, while studying, that it was the same green pen and scrawl as the notes.

Kurt was ascending the stairs on his way home. They didnt have rehearsal that night, but hed still taken what Blaine said to heart and stayed after school to practice for three hours. Especially since he had to be prepared to perform just about every single number in the entire show. Theyve only been rehearsing for a week and a half and Kurt is already exhausted.

Lazily, he rummaged through his bag for the key, assuming Blaine wouldnt get up if he knocked. Thats when Tina slipped out of the door, stopping right in front of Kurt and scaring the pants off of him. She was intruding on his space, standing in the barley existent pocket between him and the door. "Uh" was the only thing he uttered, before Tina spoke.

"Take care of him. Please."

Kurt waited for her to leave after that, he even took a step back to give her space. But she remained. Waiting with her hand on the door knob. "Sure, Ill check on him." Kurt nodded and she finally left with a small smile and a wave.

Pushing the door opened wider, Kurt stepped inside. The couch was empty, which was either really good or really bad. He grabbed the bag of SoMays from the coffee table and walked to the kitchen. Tina bought him his favorite soup and he didnt even eat it. The soup was placed in the fridge, then Kurt poured himself a glass of wine. All he wanted to do was take a nap, or maybe a bath first, then a nap. But, he remembered what Tina said. Her brown eyes showed so many things from fear to compassion for her friend. Kurt couldnt abandon him now. Who leaves their roommate out on the fire escape, starving, sad and cold? On any other day, Kurt. But today he grabbed the soup from the fridge and threw it in the microwave for a few seconds. He also grabbed a few blankets and struggled to carry it all outside, without spilling his wine or dropping the spoon.

"Hungry?" Kurt asked sitting down next to Blaine. The younger boy just surveys him and blows a puff of smoke towards him. Kurt pulls a face and waves away the polluted air. "Lovely." Blaine slowly turns his face away and tilts it back to the sky, his cigarette hanging lackadaisically from his lips. Kurt takes a sip of wine and tries again. "Whats wrong, Blaine?" When his roommate side eyes him and takes his cigarette from his mouth, Kurt prepares for another blow. Instead, he finally speaks.

"I hate people so much."

"Why?" Kurt inquires. He speaks softly to not startle Blaine into silence again. Hes like a deer, waiting for a reason to scamper away. "What happened?" 

Blaine lets out a humorless laugh. "Have you already forgotten?"

"I dont know what youre talking about. The other night? The guy I was with?"

"Ah, yes. The guy you were with. Adam Crawford, correct?"

Kurt was dumbfounded, "howd you..."

"My boyfriend. Ex boyfriend." He adds bitterly.

Kurt went numb. November will chill you to the bone and suck all external feeling from your toes to the tips of your ears. And fucking up big time will numb your tongue and your mind and your heart, leaving you to sit and feel fuckin stupid. Kurt wanted to apologize a gazillion times and tell Blaine he had no idea and explain himself, but he couldnt. He just sat there as the color drained from his face and he had to put down his glass before his fingers gave up.

"Its okay. I know you didnt know, that was obvious." Blaine reasoned. He took a long drag from his cigarette, trying to expel any residual resentment he had over his roommate. Slowly he huffed it out, watching the cloud that was half smoke, half condensation from his warm breath. "Im not mad." He stated. In a grown up, like 40s, voice, he added, "just disappointed." And then he snorted in spite of himself. Kurt glanced at his roommate and felt a small tug at the corners of his lips. When Kurt caught sight of Blaines goofy grin, framed by his caveman beard, he finally felt his body release.

"Im sorry." He said, when he had his tongue back. Blaine just shrugged. "I dont know if this will make you feel better or worse, but he wasnt that good. Kinda small." Kurt admitted. He decided it definetly made it better when Blaine chuckled and smiled a little more.

"I wouldnt know, man. I mean thats kinda why he went to you. Cant get it here." Blaine gestured to himself. "Maybe I can get it there." The way he held his cigarette loosely between his index and middle finger when he gestured to Kurt, made the older man flinch away in fear of ashes being flung on him. Blaine gave him a bemused gaze, then put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled deeply. This time, his exhalation sent him into a coughing fit in which he nearly hacked up a lung.

Kurts rosy nose crinkled. "How can you stand those things?" Blaine shrugged. "You know they could kill you, right?"

"You know everything can kill you, right?" Blaine retorted. "Ever heard of, well gosh, I dont know, alchol poisoning?"

Kurt scoffed and held his drink protectively. "Thats different."

"Uh huh." Blaine said. "Try it." He extended his cigarette to Kurt.

"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on, Hummel."

"No, I dont smoke."

Blaine rolled his eyes and took back his cigarette. Then he reached for Kurts wine glass and took a long swig. It was colder than hed expected. It was cold as balls outside, but for some reason he didnt anticipate that affecting the wine. He looked Kurt dead in the eye and said, "I dont drink." Then he offered his cigarette once more.

Kurt sighed and snatched it from Blaines hands. "I fucking hate you, Anderson." Blaine observed Kurt as he took his first drag. At first, he tried to hold the air in, looking incredibly uncomfortable. It wasnt until Blaine reminded him to breathe, that Kurt hacked out the smoke. "My lungs are burning." He announced after heaving in gulps of fresh air. "Oh god, thats awful."

Blaine laughed and took another sip of Kurts wine. "Youre weak, Hummel."

"Whatever." Kurt said, reclaiming his drink. Blaine returned to his slow ride to lung cancer and traffic watching. Meanwhile, Kurt was still eating himself up inside. Not from his grilled organs. It was still the guilt. Even though Blaine was completly blowing it off now, like water down a turtles back, Kurt saw how distraught he was all week. It made him feel awful. He didnt know it was Blaines boyfriend. He didnt even know Blaine was gay. And yet, he cant help but blame himself, for it was his fault. If he hadnt slept with Adam, theyd probably be on a date right now and happy and stuff. Kurt felt like such a home wrecker. "Blaine?" 

"Kurt?" He replied, rolling his head against the bricks to look at Kurt.

"Can I make this up to you? I wanna take you somewhere."

"Like where?"

Kurt flashed Blaine a devilish grin.

"No, not the hoodie. You look like a skater boy." That was the first thing Kurt said to Blaine when he stepped out of his room, dressed for their outing. Hed showered and shaved and Kurt demanded that he style his hair into something more impressive than a "permed lions mane." He was wearing black jeans and a loose fitting white button up. To cap off his ensemble, he added a beat up pair of black combat boots, which Tina convinced him to buy when they were thrift shopping. And of course, his red hoodie.

"But its cold!" He protested. 

Kurt sighed. "Fine, wait here." He announced, before vanishing in his room. Moments later, Kurt returned with a purple cardigan. He looked completly exasperated as he commanded Blaine to put it on. "You can use it for tonight, but I need it back." He reminded his roommate. He stood in front of Blaine and eyed him, like a judge. Blaine watched Kurt wearily as he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, so his collar lay flat over the cardigan and his chest was a little more exposed. Blaine was never keen on showing skin. Then, Kurt reached down and untucked Blaines shirt, then retucked only part of it, so hed look more casual. It made Blaines breath hitch, having Kurt—someone messing around near his hips. "Now youre ready."

"For what?" Blaine questioned, growing gradually apprehensive about the night.

It turned out that Blaine was ready for a club. The club was Venus, which Blaine recognized from the shirt Kurt would often wear when he came home from work. It seemed to be a pretty swanky place. A long line of twenty somethings had formed outside, which Kurt completly disregarded. When Blaine caught sight of the towering bouncer before them, he whispered to Kurt. "Im only 18." Kurt shushed him in response.

"Hey Karofsky, can you let him slide? Ill make sure he doesnt drink." Kurt promised.

The bouncer laughed as if Kurt had made a joke, "sure, but just this once." He and Kurt shared a look as if they both knew that wasnt true. Then they were entering Venus. Blaine was setting foot where no mere teen had gone before, at least not without a fake ID. The music was overwhelmingly loud and the lights were multicolored and ever changing. People were everywhere, some at the bar, some dancing, others sitting at tables. There was even a gaggle of girls and a few guys throwing ones onto a stage of half naked men.

"This is where you work?" Blaine whispered.

"What?" Kurt called back over the music.

"Is this a club, bar or strip joint?" Blaine shouted instead.

Kurt had a very Cheshire Cat smile when he answered. "All of the above. But only on weekends past ten. Every other time its just your friendly neighborhood bar." Blaine nodded slowly, taking it all in. Kurt laughed and grabbed Blaine by the elbow, leading him to the bar. "Santana!" He shouted, leaning over the counter. A Latina bartender, who looked about Kurts age, turned to them and waved. She finished mixing a drink, gave it to some girl at the bar, mixed another one and brought it to Kurt.

"I assumed you want the usual." She said.

"Always." Kurt grinned back. "Santana, this is Blaine. Blaine, Santana." Blaine extended his hand and Santana gave him a look like she didnt think he was serious. But she shook his hand nonetheless. "This is his first time...out. Can you take care of him?"

"Most definetly." She nodded.

"Thanks." Kurt said. He practically shoved Blaine onto a bar stool, then he disappeared into the crowd. Now Blaine was alone with Santana, whom he barley knew. And at the same time, he was surrounded by strangers.

"So, can I get you a drink?" Santana asked, pulling in Blaines attention.

"Uh...yeah, sure." He yelled, even though she could probably hear him just fine, because he could hear her pretty well. "But, Im only 18." He reminded her.

"Just shut up about your age and tell me what you want." Patient was not a word Blaine would be using when he later described his new friend to Tina.

He looked for a menu, but all he saw was half full liquor bottles. "Do you have ginger ale?" He asked, sheepishly.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Youre no longer allowed to order for yourself." Then she left. Blaine thought for awhile that she wouldnt come back. So, he began his favorite pass time of wallflowering, or as he called it, People Watching and Hoping No One Approaches Me. He was only temporarily interested in the hoards of people grinding on each other and the wonder of how long theyve know each other. Soon, his gaze was pulled to the stage where a man, with blonde hair and Mangelina Jolie lips, dressed as a cowboy became gradually less clothed. He looked oddly familiar and incredibly sexy. Blaine was blushing wildly when Santana placed a drink in front of him.

"What is it?"

"A drink." She deadpaned.

Blaine sniffed it cautiously. "Does it contain alcohol?"

"Are you 12? Everything here contains alcohol." She snapped, mocking Blaine. "Just drink it."

It was warm and it sent a burning sensation from his tongue to his stomach. It was different than smoking, but still fiery at the same time. Like cinnamon. And much different from the wine that he tried earlier the same day. Blaine definetly liked this more. He downed the drink and slid his cup back to Santana. She quirked her eyebrow, accepting his small challenge and refilling his cup.

Blaine was nursing his third drink from Santana, deciding to take this one a little slower, when Kurt came up to him.

"I have someone I want you to meet. " Kurt told him.

Blaine giggled, already feeling the affects of the alcohol. "Another one?"

"This," Kurt said, pulling the guy in front of him, "is Eli." Blaine extended his hand to Eli, taking note of his firm grip. "You two have fun." Kurt winked, then vanished back in the crowd.

The guy, Eli, sat across from Blaine and order a drink for them both. He was incredibly good looking, with a defined face and a little bit of a shadow on his chin and a few freckles dotting his face. It was clear, at least to Blaine, that he was much older. His brown eyes swam with allure and mischieve as he grinned up at Blaine through his loose brown hair. Nervously, Blaine smiled back.

"So, uh, how long have you known Kurt?" Blaine asked, after thanking Santana for their drinks.

"Who?" Eli asked over the music.

"Nevermind." Blaine dismissed. He knew Eli could hear him, he just didnt know who Kurt was. Of course hed leave Blaine here alone with yet another stranger.

Eli just laughed good heartedly. "We should dance." He told Blaine, smiling.

"Oh, no. I dont..."

"Oh, yes, you do." He said, tugging on Blaines hand. His hips, were already swinging provocatively with the music, before theyd even hit the dance floor. Blaine simply plotted along behind him. Once they were within the crowd of other drunk dancers, he began dancing sinfully close to Blaine with mostly his hips. It could only be described as grinding. At first Blaine chuckled, trying to put at least a little air between them, but Eli wasnt having that. He grabbed Blaines hands, trying to make him dance. Once the younger man was finally moving, Eli let his hands venture to rest on Blaines hips. Blaine laughed a little, loosening up. It wasnt long, before Blaine could feel another guy grinding on him from behind. And then the guy was grinding on Eli. And then Eli and the guy were grinding on each other. Blaine felt like a chaperon. He stood uncomfortably near them, trying to look everywhere else. Thats when he spotted Kurt. Kurt, who was grinding on Sebastian with zero space between them. Kurt, who was rolling his head back and laughing joyfully. Kurt, who seemed to be having the time of his life. Blaine felt selfish, but he didnt really care. He walked up to Kurt and his playmate, getting as close as comfortably possible.

"Uh Kurt?" 

Sebastian heard him first, turning his green eyes to Blaine, "go away, kid. This is adult swim."

Kurt giggled and hit Sebastian on the shoulder. "Play nice, Seb." He purred in a voice Blaine definetly didnt recognize. "What do you need, sweetie?"

Huh, sweetie. Blaines 18, not 8. "Can we leave? Its kinda overwhelming."

"Oh for fucksake." Sebastian groaned, rolling his eyes.

Kurt bit his lip, looking torn for a moment. Blaine honestly thought hed make them stay. He kissed Sebastian on the lips. "Sorry, babe, I owe him."

"Yeah, whatever." Sebastian shrugged, turning away from the roommates. Kurt sighed looking longingly after him.

"Im sorry." Blaine offered meekly.

Kurt smiled and threw his arm across Blaines shoulders. Until now, Blaine could never really recall Kurt ever touching him. "Thats alright, lets get you home. Youre so drunk." He laughed.

"I am?" Blaine asked. Hed never been drunk before. Blaine thought maybe it was just a really overwhelming place or something. Is that why all of his thoughts felt a lot slower? Or why his entire body felt like it was vibrating?

Kurt laughed, like really laughed, as if it was the funniest thing hed ever heard. "Oh my god, Blaine, so drunk. Like sooo drunk."

Back in their loft, Blaine sat at their tiny table, while Kurt fixed him a parade of various shots to try. Over the years, hed developed a rather impressive shot glass collection. "Okay, okay. Blaine, try this." Kurt said excitedly. He handed the small glass to Blaine, who drank it without question. His nose crinkled in disgust. Kurt laughed, "no?"

Blaine shook his head, "not at all." He replied, laughing along with Kurt.

"What about this? Youll love this!" Kurt slid another glass to Blaine, eyeing him excitedly. He couldnt stop giggling over the old jazz tinkling through Blaines record player. Blaine downed the shot. "How is it?"

"Not bad, I guess." He giggled.

"Not bad!?" Kurt reacted as if he had just woken up in his baby crib to find out all of his life was a dream. Blaine laughed even more. "Blaine Anderson, this here is the single greatest beverage in existence. And you think its not bad?" Blaine snorted. "Thats so bad, Anderson. I cant believe you. Im done. No more for you." Kurt said, rising from his chair.

"No, please, Kurt." Blaine pleaded, pawing at his roommate as he walked away.

Kurt didnt give in. "Dance with me."

"Fixing me another drink." Blaine challenged.

"Dance with me first." Kurt commanded, moving slowly to Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. He hummed along to Dream A Little Dream as he tugged Blaine from his chair. Kurts body was warm. He wasnt that close to Blaine, they made sure to save room for Jesus. But his body just radiated warmth and the closer Blaine got, the more it made his stomach swoop. Every cell of Blaines body went into overdrive. The music sounded louder and just even better. The dim moonlight and fading lamp, which Kurtd plugged in, seemed both brighter than the sun and darker than midnight. The ever churning alcohol in his stomach became extra intoxicating. The strong lingering taste of bar drinks dancing on Blaines tongue, in juxtaposition to the kind of evening that should be accompanied by wine, was overwhelming. Kurts hand ghosting over Blaines hip as he led him in the dance made him want to sing Madonnas Like A Virgin. Every inch of his skin was yearning to be under Kurts touch, to be in his grasp. They craved it.

"Youre good at this." Blaine mumbled softly.

It was only for a moment, but Kurts head lined up with the moon to form almost a halo around him. A Kurt eclipse. With the night sky as his backlight and a content smile tugging on his pink lips, he looked absolutely breathtaking. And then he kept spinning in a slow circle, he and Blaine orbiting their living room like a planet, and the moment was dissolved. His small smile began moving to form words. "At what? Dancing or humming?" He was kidding about the humming part, but Blaine wasnt.

"Both." He said. Kurt laughed and slid his hand farther across Blaines back, drawing their bodies closer. Now Blaine could really feel Kurts radiating heat. He could feel the firmness of his stomach. He could feel the vibrations in his chest as he hummed. He could smell Kurt. Sweat and booze and something else, like pixie dust or unicorn shit or something magical like that. Like a nice teacher and Teavana and the cute barista that puts in an extra shot of espresso and their phone number, even when you dont ask. Like the beginning and end of Summer, like the anticipation and Christmas morning, like trick or treating and eating the candy all at the same time. Kurt smelled like everything good in life.

Blaines arms were dangling around Kurts neck, his head resting right above his chest. But, his mind was on Kurts lips. He allowed his gaze to drift up to them. Never before had he ever wanted to kiss his roommate more than in this moment. Which wasnt saying much, since hed never really considered actually kissing Kurt before. Sometimes when Blaine gets bored, he imagines how his current situation would change if he did something weird, like kiss the person he was talking to or take off his pants, but he would never do those things. Theyre acts of desperation. But, when Blaine lifted his head from Kurts chest, yearning to reach his lips, that was an act of genuine desire. He could feel the desire swelling up and building inside of his stomach. The butterflies of anticipation only made it grow. Slowly, it inched up his throat, making his head whirl. There was barley an inch left between his lips and Kurts. The desire was spilling into his mouth, threatening to make him explode if he didnt act on it fast. And then Blaine was sliding onto the bathroom tile and puking his desire into the toilet.

It was all fucking stupid. Hes stupid. Kurt will think hes stupid. Kurt will know hes stupid. He doesnt even know the difference between desire and his own up chuck. Blaine was crying and shaking, with his head hanging over the toilet, as he emptied his stomach. He heard the music cut off. Kurts night was probably ruined now, because of Blaine. He was probably just going to bed now. Blaine shouldnt have left bed today. It was clear to him that Kurt would resent him for a long while now, or so he thought.

Suddenly, Blaine could feel a warm hand rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Hey, youre okay, sweetie. Let it out, youre okay." A sweet voice cooed in his ear. And Kurt was there comforting him. Reminding him that his world hadnt collapsed just yet.

When Blaine could finally keep his mouth closed without it filling with bile, he leaned against the wall and looked at Kurt. "Thanks." He said and he meant it. Kurt beared the awful smell and not just the sound, but also the sight, of Blaine spilling his guts into their shared bathroom. Kurt has to brush his teeth in here.

"Do you want some water?" Kurt asked instead. Blaine nodded, his mouth feeling incredibly dry. "Okay, Ill be back. Rinse your mouth." He commanded, his voice adopting a motherly tone. Again, Blaine nodded his acquiesce. Kurt stood and extended a hand to help Blaine up. Touching Kurt wasnt as magical as had been five minutes ago. On his way out, Kurt flushed the toilet. Blaine walked to the his half of the bathroom sink and retrieved his mouthwash from the medicine cabinet. Three times, he rinsed his mouth with Listerine.

Kurt came back in with a glass of water, which he handed to Blaine. He closed the toilet lid, obviously implying for Blaine to sit down. He gratefully chugged the drink. Kurt grabbed a small towel from the linen basket and ran cool water over just enough to make it damp.

"How does that feel?" He asked upon placing the towel on Blaines neck, letting his hands linger on top of it.

"Better." Blaine smiled.

Kurt placed his forehead against the warm skin above Blaines eyebrows. His eyes were so much more intensely blue up close. "You need to pace yourself the next time you drink, Anderson." Kurt said with a laugh. Then he got up from where he was kneeling, his hands sliding down Blaines neck.

"Goodnight, Hummel." Blaine called after him. His forehead was still tingling long into the night.

Blaine woke up to deft fingers tangling themselves into his hair. As soft moan barley slipped out as his eyes rolled open. There was Kurt with his inviting blue eyes and a gracious smile. 

"Morning." He said quietly. Blaine was in a panic, a sort of blissful panic, but still a fear of a night he didnt quite remember. Quickly, he sat up a looked around, thinking he might find himself in Kurts room and have a lot of explaining to do. Or maybe, Kurt would be in his room, then hed be the one in the wrong. But, no such luck or lack there of. "You past out on the couch." Kurt informed him. Relived, Blaine ran a hand through his hair. The same hair Kurt had been playing with. Kurt played with Blaines hair. Oh god. "I got you some McDonalds while I was out." Blaine hadnt eaten McDonalds in years, purely by choice. "Trust me, itll help." Kurt added. "I also picked up some coffee and Advil, plus some water to take it with. Finish all of this." His roommate commanded. The coffee table creaked in relief from Kurts weight as he stood. "Not all the Advil, thatll kill you. Take two of those, but finish everything else. Okay?" Blaine nodded, gazing at Kurt with a dumbfounded expression. "I have to go to rehearsal, but Ill be back soonish." 

Blaine didnt react until the door was closed. Kurt struggled to secure it shut, since they had yet to fix it. The repetitive banging was what finally drew Blaine from his trance. Obediently, Blaine worked his way down Kurts list- McDonalds, coffee, Advil and water- finishing it all. Then, he took a shower and a nap, hoping he could sleep off the residual hangover. 

When Blaine woke up, the gravity of his previous night finally hit him.

"Tina?" He called nervously through the phone. 

"Hey Blainers, feeling any better?" She replied in a chipper voice.

"Sure, yeah Im great. Can you come over?" Blaine asked. He was in a whirlwind of worry. Even though he knew Tina coming over wouldnt undo what he did, if anything itd make it worse because she would never let him live it down, but he was desperate and lonely and wanted to talk to his friend.

"Im at Nutcracker rehearsals, sorry."

Fuck, so was Kurt. "Okay Tina, you have to be alone. I did something. Something tragic. But I cant tell until youre alone." He paused for only a moment, barely enough time to blink. "Are you alone?"

"Am I Barry Allen? No, Blaine, Im getting there." His friend walked to the bathroom, pleased to find it mostly empty. "Alright, whatd you do? Though, I cant see you getting into much trouble without leaving your couch." And then Blaine told her all of it, every little detail. From the moment she left to when he curled up on the couch and called her. "So, did you guys have like crazy sex last night?"

"What? Tina, no. I almost puked all over him! He told me that I passed out on the couch. Did you not listen?"

"I did listen! And what I heard is that youve got it bad. For Kurt." Blaine hung up when she said that. Much like seeing, hearing is believing too.