The very next morning, Kurt wakes slowly. His eyes are tired and heavy, all the tears spilled from last night make his eyes burn a bit today. The sun's only just rising, peeking in through the curtains from their window. Kurt yawns and makes to stretch.

That's when he realizes Blaine is clinging to him like a limpet, arm securely wound around Kurt's middle and a leg crooked under Kurt's knee. Blaine's squashed between the wall and Kurt's body and god, that just does not look comfortable at all. Moving slowly, trying not to jar Blaine and his tousled head of hair, Kurt tries to edge away. As soon as he begins to make progress, Blaine tightens his hold on Kurt. He drags him back over, brow creasing in frustration, and plants his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Well…okay then.

Kurt attempts to pry Blaine's arm off him, but that just causes Blaine to wake. He mumbles, eyes blinking open begrudgingly, and tilts his face up.

"Morning," he greets groggily.

"Morning."

Blaine sighs, stretching his arm out before settling his hand on Kurt's chest.

"Glad you're still on the bed."

"…What?" Kurt asks, completely confused.

Blinking his eyes open just a little more, Blaine looks like he's the confused one. And now Kurt's confused even more.

"You don't remember? Last night? Well, early this morning, I guess."

"Uh…no."

"Hm. You must not have been completely awake."

"What?" Kurt asks again.

"I think you were having a nightmare," Blaine explains. "You were like, mumbling and stuff and you started kicking the covers off. I thought you were just hot or something but then you started…thrashing and crying and at one point you almost fell off the bed. I had to keep dragging you back until you settled down. Eventually I just pulled you over here next to me and held onto you until you fell back asleep. I didn't want you falling off and hitting your head or something."

Yeah, Kurt doesn't remember any of that. Not one bit. But at least now he knows why he had Blaine squashed up against the wall.

"I'm sorry," Kurt says, "For being such a wreck. I didn't – you probably didn't get any sleep last night at all. You don't have to-"

"Don't even say it. I slept just fine after you fell back asleep. So long as I held onto you…I guess I figured you were safe."

Kurt stares down into Blaine's tired eyes. He can't really read the emotion there, but he does see sincerity. He allows himself to press a soft kiss to Blaine's hairline. They settle into a lazy silence, Blaine's hand creeping up ever so slowly as he traces nonsensical patterns on Kurt's chest up to the exposed skin of his neck. His touch is gentle and Kurt shivers when a finger ghosts over that inch of skin where neck meets shoulder.

"You okay today?" Blaine asks as his thumb tickles over Kurt's Adam's apple. "After everything that happened yesterday?"

"I suppose," Kurt says shortly, his voice having gone a bit breathy. "For the most part."

"I wish I could make you feel better," Blaine whispers.

'I'll be just fine as long as you keep touching me,' Kurt wants to say. He doesn't, of course. Even with the development of their Extra-Special-Friendly relationship, he still doesn't feel it's his place to say things like that. But the way Blaine's fingers feel against his skin, the way Blaine's breath is warm against his neck, it's already making Kurt's dick twitch in his sweatpants.

"Is there anything I can do?" Blaine asks in a low, husky voice. "Anything at all?"

Kurt gasps when Blaine suddenly drags his blunt fingertips down Kurt's neck and over his chest.

"Please," Kurt whines.

"Please what?" Blaine asks almost too innocently, fingers already brushing over the hem of Kurt's sweatpants.

"I –I-"

"What if I touched you?" Blaine teases, index finger tracing the outline of the half hard bulge in Kurt's pants. "Would that make you feel better for a little while?"

Kurt's head is suddenly dizzy with arousal because he wasn't expecting this upon waking, not at all. But now that Blaine had planted the idea in Kurt's mind, it wasn't leaving anytime soon. In fact, it was growing, permeating his thoughts and yeah, Kurt decided, that's exactly what he wants.

Blaine presses a hot, wet kiss on that little patch of skin just below Kurt's ear.

"Would it?" Blaine asks again.

He palms Kurt's erection through his sweatpants. Kurt moans, the sound catching deep in his throat as his hips thrust up just slightly.

"Would it, Kurt?" Blaine asks once more, directly into Kurt's ear. His tongue darts out to flick at Kurt's earlobe as he presses his hand down between Kurt's legs to cup his balls.

"Y-yes," Kurt finally stutters out. "Please…"

Blaine laughs lightly, breath tickling at the tiny hairs on Kurt's ear. Kurt's beginning to think that Blaine likes seeing him like this, seeing him undone and panting. He's always so teasing and sometimes he gets this look in his eyes that Kurt can't quite define or make any sense of. Blaine slides his tongue around the shell of his ear and oh god, it's wet and warm and he's dipping his hand into Kurt's sweatpants.

"Like this?" Blaine asks, massaging Kurt's dick through his underwear.

"Yeah," Kurt whispers. "Y-yeah."

"What about this?"

And then Blaine sneaks his hand under that last layer of clothing that separates skin from skin and he grips Kurt's dick, firm and unyielding.

"O-oh god," Kurt practically growls when Blaine begins stroking him. "Blaine-"

"Hmm?" Blaine hums, tongue still continuing the delicious assault on Kurt's ear.

"I – guh."

Okay, so sue him. Kurt's got another boy's hand on his erection. He can't be expected to give a completely coherent response at the moment. Besides, he's forgotten what he was going to say anyway.

"Feel good?" Blaine asks roughly.

"Y-yeah," Kurt mewls. "P-please, god…"

"Please what?"

"Kiss me," Kurt orders.

His head turns and Blaine catches his lips instantly, kissing him with unrestrained ferocity. His grip on Kurt's dick tightens, he quickens his strokes, and he groans against Kurt's lips.

To be honest, Kurt didn't think it would feel this good to have another boy's hand on him. Sure, he's jerked himself off plenty of times. What teenage boy hasn't? But good fucking god, Blaine's hand is so tight and sure and Kurt's thrusting up into the circle of palm and fingers without hesitation, without reserve and fuck, he could get used to this so easily.

Blaine's tongue does something crazy magical in his mouth and Kurt begins to whimper. His hand instantly clutches at Blaine's bicep. He feels the muscles contract, relax, contract, relax as Blaine strokes him, squeezing, thumb slipping out to caress the underside of his dick.

"Blaine, I – I'm close," Kurt admits as soon as he feels that undeniable heat pool low in his belly, twisting, burning him from the inside out.

He feels Blaine smile against his lips and at the same time, he jerks faster. It's rough, almost painfully so, but Blaine sucks Kurt's lower lip into his mouth and tongues at the smooth flesh caught between his teeth. Kurt's chest heaves and his hand grips possessively at Blaine's neck, pulling him closer as he whines pitifully high in his throat.

Once more.

Twice.

And that's all it takes.

He comes onto his lower abdomen, just inside his sweatpants, spilling himself over Blaine's hand that continues to stroke him through his orgasm. Kurt fingers lock themselves in a death grip around Blaine's neck as his hips jerk of their own accord.

Their lips are still crushed together. Both boys breathe heavily through their noses, mouths unwilling to part.

Eventually, Kurt's neck begins to ache and he has to pull away.

"God, Kurt," Blaine groans, head falling back onto Kurt's shoulder.

"I should-" Kurt swallows to wet his dry throat, "I should take care of you."

Blaine tugs his hand out of Kurt's sweatpants, wiping it on his own t-shirt.

"No need," Blaine laughs, voice all scratchy-like.

"But-"

At that, Blaine nudges his hips against Kurt and…oh. He's not hard anymore.

"Did you-"

"I told you," Blaine smiles, kissing Kurt's neck where his pulse still flutters a bit quickly. "Those sounds you make…"

Wow.

Okay.

That's kind of nice.

But the room suddenly reeks of semen.

That's just not something Kurt can handle.

They need to get up and get ready for class anyway.

But Blaine clings to Kurt again, the same way he had when Kurt had woken, and maybe they can stay here for just a few more minutes.