The sound of his phone ringing woke Blaine up. He had somehow, last night, found his way back home. He sat up in his bed reaching over to his nightstand to turn his phone off. Bad idea. After grabbing the phone and ignoring the call, he fell back onto his bed, his head pounding. He began feeling that familiar feeling, telling him that he had had definitely too much to drink. He barely made it to his connecting washroom in time before he was puking up all of his meals and drinks from last night. After having puked up the last of his stomach’s cotenants, Blaine stood up and went over to his sink. He rinsed his mouth and face, before standing up to look in the mirror. God he looked like hell. His hair was in a mess of curls, his eyes were red and puffy, he had huge circles under them and his neck was covered in bruises. Realization dawned on Blaine. Holy fuck, those weren’t bruises. They were hickeys! All of a sudden memories of what had happened between him and Kurt came flooding back. Though they were a bit hazy but he still remembered the major details; Kurt’s hands gliding over his chest, Kurt’s teeth grazing his tongue, his tight grip on his cock… A small smile appeared on Blaine’s face as he thought about last night.
 
Fuck, fuck. No Blaine! You are not gay! You love girls! Boobs, pussy! You love Santana!

Blaine brought his fist into contact with the wall. Frustration filled his heart replacing the happiness that he had felt a moment ago. He sunk down to the floor, nursing his throbbing fist. What was happening to him? Blaine was completely lost. His feelings were mixed. Though he was pretty sure that he had enjoyed last night he didn’t know whether Kurt felt the same or even if he wanted Kurt to feel the same. It would just complicate things. A distant ringtone could be heard from his bedroom. He groaned standing up slowly this time, and walked over to his bedroom picking up his phone.
 
“Hello?” Blaine answered.
 
“Blaine! Finally! I called you like 3 times! It’s Santana, can you come pick Brittany and me up at Kurt’s?”
 
“Uh-ya-ya for sure I’ll be there in a bit.” Blaine stammered.
 
He quickly hung up and put his phone back onto his nightstand. He sat down on his bed feeling nauseous again. He vaguely remembered being straddled by Santana before her and Brittany fell to the ground. Had they seen anything!? Blaine prayed that they hadn’t. He checked his clock and decided that the sooner he got to Kurt’s the sooner he’d know even though he was dreading having to see Kurt. He quickly changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt before grabbing his car keys and heading out of his house being careful not to wake his sleeping parents.
 
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It was still early in the morning when Kurt woke up. He opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming through the windows into his living room. He groaned, slowly standing from the couch that he had spent the night on, his sore muscles burning. The living room, where most of the party had taken place, was still filled with teenagers. A few were passed out on the ground while others were just beginning to wake up. Kurt decided he’d deal with them later. All he wanted right now was a cold shower and a cup of coffee. He slowly made his way up the stairs, rubbing his puffy eyes. Oh god how much had he taken last night? He could barely remember the evening. If he had any experience with drinking and hangovers the memories would come back to him over the day. He finally made it to his washroom, beside his bedroom, without throwing up. He shut the door behind him, then turned the shower on, taking off his alcohol stained clothes. He hopped into the cold water hoping to make some of his headache go away. The cold water did do one thing though. Kurt suddenly remembered the night before. How he and Blaine had practically fucked.
 
“Holy shit.” He murmured.