Waking up with a hang over sucks. Waking up with a hangover in someone elses bed, with barely any clothes on and people poking and yelling at you? Yeah, that really fucking sucks.

"I am awake!" I said, rolling over and groping for the blanket to cover myself. The bruises on my ribs were plain for everyone in the room to see.

"I'd feel bad," Jeff said, grinning from ear to ear. "But since you deserve it, I can't seem to muster up feelings of remorse."

"Kat needs her room so she can get her clothes." Blaine said, a much nicer person to wake up to.

Kat. That's whose bed this is. I should have known considering the books pilling around the room, in bookcases and on her desk and side table.

"Will you guys get out so I can get dressed?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I wasn't normally so short tempered but right now my head was pounding and I was annoyed and a bit embarassed for letting myself get so lost.

Thankfully, Jeff, Blaine and Kurt exited the room. I slowly stood, knowing from experience that standing up fast would just cause a worse head ache. I pulled on my clothes, wondering why in the world I thought stripping down while sleeping in someone else's bed was a good idea.

I pulled open the door to Kat's room expecting to find Jeff, Kurt and Blaine to be standing on the other side. Instead, I came face to face with the owner of the room I was still currently standing in.

Kat blushed, dropping her eyes. "Sorry for making them wake you." She said, her voice low. "I hope you slept well?"

"Yeah, your bed... it's comfortable." I said awkwardly, unable to keep a smile off my face. Uncomfortable situations always made me laugh.

"I'm glad." Kat replied, finally looking up. "Jeff and them are waiting for you downstairs. They're all heading back to Dalton."

"Oh, alright. I guess I'll see you later?" I moved past her and she stepped into her room.
"Probably. Bye, Nick." She closed her door behind her and it clicked into place, leaving me feeling empty for some reason.

I pushed the feeling away and made my way downstairs to where Jeff and Blaine were standing with their coats on. "Sorry for... everything." I said immediatly to Jeff, knowing that he'd probably taken care of me last night. I hated doing that to him but for some reason I never seemed to stop myself.

I guess I liked fucking things up.

"Just don't do it again." Jeff said nonchalantly.

I didn't reply, not wanting to make a promise that I'd end up breaking.

The four of us, including Kurt, drove back to Dalton in Blaine's car. Everyone was unusually quiet. I hoped it wasn't because of something I did last night that I couldn't remember.
Inside Dalton every single person seemed to feel the need to stop and say hello to us. I just wanted to get to my bed and go back to sleep until Monday morning, when things would be brighter.

Weekends were never good for me. Since Friday consisted of seeing my family, the next two days weren't the fun break that everyone else got. I usually spent the time filled with pent up anger and, yes, sometimes I let it out by drinking. Not as much recently, but before I used to get drunk every weekend, sometimes more than once.

I didn't want to be that person anymore, though. I hated seeing the look on Jeff's face when I'd wake up after a bad binge. Annoyance mixed with pity, more than clear in the blue of his eyes.

"I'm going to take a shower." Blaine said once we got up to the third floor.

"I need to finish my homeowork. Come see me later?" Kurt added quietly to Blaine.

Blaine looked almost worried for a second before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, no problem."

Jeff came into our room with me, where I instantly flopped onto the bed, revealing in the softness of it. God, I felt like crap.

"You're not getting off the hook that easily." Jeff said as I burried my face in a pillow.
I lifted my head, peering blurrily at him. "What?"

"Nick... we've been friends for years. Three, to be exact. And through that entire time, we've been able to tell each other anything, right?" He asked me, not meeting my eyes. He peerched on the end of his bed, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"You didn't get a girl pregnant, did you?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Jeff's eyes, meeting mine, held no laughter, which was very uncommon. "You know what I'm talking about, Nick. Stop trying to avoid the conversation and talk to me."

"About what?" I asked, sitting up now too.

"You can pretend all you want but I seen the bruises." He said, his eyes holding mine as if daring me to bullshit my way out of it.

"What about them? Are you telling me you've never randomly gotten hurt? Accidents happen. No big deal."

"Is that why you hate going home?" Jeff pushed, not willing to let up.

"What the fuck?" I stood up, angry now. "You think you can just assume things about my life because you see a few bruises on my ribs? I fell. My home life is fine Jeff, my parents are just annoying, just like everyone else's!"

"And that's the story you're sticking with?" Jeff asked, following my lead and standing up too, moving towards the door.

I thought he was going to leave, but instead he blocked the exit and crossed his arms over his chest. "That's bullshit."

"If there was something going on with me... at home-- don't you think I'd turn to you? Don't you think I'd tell you?" Why did he have to do this? Why did he have to force me into lying to him? I hated lying to Jeff. He was the best thing I had in my life, my best friend and probably the only person I truly trust.

"I don't know." Jeff said quietly, shaking his head. "I thought so, but now I'm not so sure."
I moved towards him and put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him gently towards his bed. "If anything was happening, you'd be the first to know. You know that, I know that. Now, can I go to sleep? I have a horrible hangover."

Jeff hesitated, his feet planted firmly on the carpet. "You're right. I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked, pulling down the covers on my bed.

"For thinking you'd keep something like that from me." He said, moving to his closet and pulling out clothes.

"Don't worry about it." I said quietly, feeling even worse. Now he felt bad. All because-- because I was too caught up in keeping this secret that I had to lie to him.

I pulled a pillow over my head and fell into a restless sleep, knowing that one day all my secrets would catch up with me and not knowing if I'd have anyone left when it was all over.