I woke up knowing that something wasn't right. Slowly, I lifted my head, blinking at the blinding light coming through the window. Oh, god, who in their right mind would allow such brightness?

And then I realized why I'd felt like something was off: I was not in my room. No, this room was tastefully decorate, and the bed was soft, the pillows plump and comfortable, but it was not my room.

"Where am I?" I said softly, wondering if I should be panicking but not having the energy to do so.

The blankets that were covering my clothed body smelled familiar. I lifted them to my face and enhaled, trying to place the scent.

Kurt. These blankets smelt like Kurt. The smell wasn't strong, since Kurt never did have an overwhelming sent, but it was undeniably him. A mixture of vanilla and cinnamon and completely mouthwatering.

We... we'd gotten drunk last night. That stupid party that Jeff made us go to. I shouldn't have drunk so much. Did Kurt think I was a sloppy drunk? Was he embarrassed of me? Did I make a complete fool of myself?

Shit.

"Oh, you're awake." Kurt's head peaked through the door to what looked like his personal bathroom.

"What time is it?" I asked, reaching up to run a hand through my hair and, oh no, finding it sticking up all over the place.

I tried to smooth it down as much as I could, but since I knew how much gell it took to keep my hair down, I knew it wouldn't make a difference.

"It's one in the afternoon," Kurt told me, leaving the bathroom and quietly closing the door behind him. "How are yo feeling?"

"Like I run over by a moose." I replied, letting my head fall back onto the pillow.

Onto Kurt's pillow. In Kurt's bed. Where I slept last night. I couldn't help it, I let my hand, under the cover, trail to the side of the bed where Kurt would have been if he slept beside me.

He couldn't have gotten up much earlier than I did because it was still slightly warm from his body.

"Come down stairs with me and we'll get you a drink and an Advil." Kurt said, already moving towards his bedroom door.

Kurt had changed from the outfit he wore last night and I felt frumpy and gross after sleeping in my clothes. I needed to have a shower and change.

Slowly I exited the bed, not expecting the thundering headache that hit me as soon as I was standing upright.

Why did I ever think getting drunk was a good idea?
After the pounding subsided enough, I padded after Kurt, wondering how, exactly, he managed to look so pulled together after drinking the same amount as I did.

Once in the kitchen, I pulled out a chair and slumped into it, thankful to be sitting down again. Kurt poured me a drink and passed me a small pill before slipping into the chair opposite mine.

I took a sip of the drink, orange juice, and swallowed the Advil. Kurt watched me the whole time, biting his lip and looking nervous.

"Blaine, can I ask you something?" He blurted as I placed the cup back down on the table. "It's about last night..."

Hundreds of possibilities, all in which I made a fool of myself in front of Kurt, popped into my head. I should never get so drunk that I cannot even fully remember what happened the night before. "Sure," I said, hoping against all odds that I hadn't said anything embarassing, or done anything embarrassing.

"Did we-- look, I can't remember what happened last night. Not all of it, anyways, but I can't stop thinking that-- I mean, I think, but I'm sure sure--," Kurt paused, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. "Did-we-kiss-last-night?"

He kept his eyes closed while he spoke, his words coming out so fast that they slurred together. I still understood him, though.

Kiss? I remembered a lot of dancing, and our bodies pressed up against each other, but had we kissed?

An image popped into my mind: Kurt's soft lips, parted underneath mine as he leaned up against a wall, my body crushing into his as if I couldn't get close enough to him.

"Up against a wall." I muttered softly.

"So it did happen." Kurt said, his eyes open but not straying anywhere near mine.

I kissed him, and now he couldn't even look at me. I'd gotten so drunk that I convinced myself that Kurt, the beautiful and composed and sassy boy that caught my attention the way no other man had managed to do, actually wanted me to kiss him. And I'd done it.

He probably hated me. "Kurt, I--,"

"No, Blaine, it's fine. Please." He said, looking up at me with this beautiful eyes.

"But, Kurt--," I started again, needing to apologize for being the reason that tears were slowly starting to well in his eyes.

"I get it, Blaine, I can see it in your face. It didn't mean anything. That's fine. It's fine. I'm fine." Kurt gave me a feeble smile.

"That's what you think was going through my mind?" I asked, too astonished to stop myself from blurting, "I thought you were mad at me for kissing you."

"Why would I be mad?" Kurt questioned instantly, then blushed. "I mean, not that I -- I just-- Look, Blaine, there's not many people in this world that would say no to a kiss from you, okay?"

Despite everything, I laughed. "I thought I'd ruined what we had last night. I'm so glad you're not upset."

"What we had?" Kurt asked, returning the seriousness to our conversation. "And what was that, Blaine?"

"Friendship." I said quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

"Friendship." Kurt repeated, his voice lower than I'd ever heard it. I didn't even know it was possible for his voice to get that low, that husky.

"I--," A boy, a very, very large boy, entered the kitchen, cutting off our conversation.

"Finn." Kurt greeted. "This is Blaine."

Finn had obviously just woken up as well, and he blinked for a second before replying. "Hi." He said slowly. "Who's in Kat's room?"

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, looking puzzled.

"I went to use the bathroom and when I walked passed her room I heard a guy muttering." Finn said, raising his eyebrows. He crossed the entire kitchen in two large strides. I knew that if I stood up, I'd look like a hobbit next to this guy.

"What?" Kurt jumped up from his chair, moving quickly towards the hallway. I stood up too, throwing a sheepish smile at Finn over my shoulder.

Kurt moved up the stairs faster than someone should have been able to so shortly after waking up. Kurt paused in front of Kat's door, then rapt quickly on it.

When no one answered, he knocked again, this time louder. There was a muffled sort of groan and Kurt turned to me, eyes wide.

"Oh my god. Is that Nick?" He asked me, looking horrified. He put his hand on the doornob. "Should I--?"

I shrugged, not knowing what to say. Obviously he was protective over his sister, but I was torn because, if she and Nick really were inside, it was more than a little rude to just bardge into her room.

Kurt seemed to make his mind up, twisting the nob and pushing open the door. It was Nick inside. He was sprawled out on top of the covers, his mouth open slightly, his hair a mess, and wearing nothing other than a tight pair of black boxer-briefs.

Kurt looked as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his head. "Kat!" He said sharply.

"What?" Her voice replied, but not from the room. We both turned and she was standing behind us, her hair slightly rumpled and a red spot on her cheek from sleeping on it.

She looked into her room and her eyes, just like Kurt's, widened. "He had close on when Jeff and I put him in there, I swear!" She said, grabbing the doornob and pulling the door quickly closed.

"What do you mean, 'when Jeff and I put him in there'?" Kurt asked, still looking shocked at what he'd found when he opened the door.

"Nick was really drunk," Kat said, looking confused at the expression on Kurt's face. "It told Jeff to let him sleep in my bed, and I'd sleep on the couch."

"Wait, so you didn't--," Kurt started, but Kat cut him off.

"Oh, my goodness, no." She said quickly, blushing. But just as quickly as she blushed, her eyes narrowed and she looked furious. I backed up a bit, not really wanting to watch this but having nowhere else to go since Kat was on one side of me, Kurt on the other. "Even if we had slept in the same bed, you have no right judging me. Unless one of you slept on the floor, both you and Blaine slept together last night and were completely wasted."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt." Kurt said, looking guilty.

Kat sighed, no longer angry. "I can take care of myself, okay? Now, why don't you guys get him dressed so I can get some clothes out of my room?"

Kurt nodded and Kat turned and went downstairs.

"It's kind of sweet," I said to Kurt, unable to hide a smile. "That you care about her so much."

I hadn't meant to be so bold, but I meant the words and couldn't make myself regret speaking them.

"You're making me blush, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said, grinning.

"Good, I like a little colour in your cheeks." I told him.

And just like that, we were back to the way things were before the kiss, just harmless flirting. Kurt didn't need to know that I meant every word of what I said to him.