The world was shifting slightly under Blaine’s eyelids as his head spun, and his body felt heavier than usual, pressed into the mattress. His mouth was too hot and dry, and there was an unpleasant feeling in his stomach that he couldn’t put his finger on. Oh right. Nausea.

He groaned and pushed himself from the warm bed reluctantly, squinting in the morning light filtering through his curtains and rushing to the bathroom to bend over the toilet and be sick, tasting tequila as his body ridded itself of everything he drank last night. Resting his head on the edge of the toilet seat, he sighed. He felt slightly better now, although his mouth still tasted awful.

A quick brush of his teeth later, he was back in his bed. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was only 9 o’clock, and decided that maybe sleep would help his hangover. He didn’t have class today, so he set his alarm for midday and settled back into his warm duvet. Just as sleep was beginning to take over, a warm memory of azure eyes and soft lips flooded his mind, and he drifted into unconsciousness with a small smile on his lips.

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On the other side of town, Kurt Hummel was having no trouble remembering Blaine. In fact, he couldn’t get him out of his head, and it was becoming a problem. He woke up painfully hard after a particularly graphic dream. Hoping a shower might help him calm down; he headed to the bathroom and climbed in, turning it on and leaning away from the spray until it warmed up enough to get under. Taking deep breaths to calm himself, he began to lather shower gel over himself rubbing it onto his body slowly in an attempt to relax himself. However, after a few minutes of this it became apparent that it was having the opposite effect. Thoughts of the boy from last night’s soft and persistent lips kept popping into his head, and jolting straight to his groin. After remembering the way he had tugged his bottom lip with his teeth at one point, Kurt sighed and resigned himself to his thoughts, reaching down to stroke over his length, his hand still covered with foamy shower gel. A groan tumbled from his lips at the feeling as he remembered, and imagined what other things the lips he had become so acquainted with last night could do. It didn’t take long for him to come, after being so wound up for such a long time. The thought of the man’s rosy lips stretched around his cock, looking up at him through his eyelashes is what sent Kurt over in the end, moaning freely because he knew no-one would be in, and jerking himself through it, panting heavily, body overcome with the feeling of his orgasm. As he came down, jolts of pleasure still going through him, his mind went back to the curly haired boy. He wondered what he’d thought of Kurt dashing off after breaking their kiss.

When Kurt was back in his room, drying off and pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs, he suddenly realised how weird he was being. He had been fixated on this guy since he’d seen him at the bar last night, and it was now 11 o clock the next day. He also seemed to have a very clear vision of his face memorized even though he hadn’t even had a conversation with the guy. What was wrong with him? He was never usually this invested in boys. Although now he thought about it, he hardly ever left it at a kiss. He liked to finish what he’d started if he picked a guy up. That was it. That was why he couldn’t stop thinking about him. He just needed to find him and fuck him. Then it would be normal again.

He pulled on some jeans and walked out of his room shirtless to find some cereal, and almost jumped backwards when he saw Rachel sitting at their table eating muesli and smirking at him.

‘Nice shower?’ she said, clearly trying not to laugh.

‘R-Rachel! Don’t you have class on Friday mornings?’ Kurt stuttered, heat rushing to his cheeks as he remembered how loud he had been in the shower.

‘Yep, but I decided to skip, my hangover was pretty bad when I woke up… It’s eased up now though, otherwise those noises you were making would have killed my head’ she cracked up as she finished speaking, hand over her mouth.

‘Oh my god Rachel, I’m so sorry’ he muttered, mortified.  She giggled again, and leant over to poke him in the ribs.

‘It’s fine honey, although you did seem pretty into it, thinking about someone special?’ she laughed, winking at him. Kurt blushed furiously even though he was trying his hardest to stay composed.

‘No, no, no-one at all’ he smiled, attempting to sound breezy. Rachel didn’t seem to be buying it, she tilted his head at him, frowning.

‘Wait, there actually is someone!?’ she asked incredulously

‘Rachel! No! I said no…’ Kurt insisted.

‘Oh my god Kurt spill! Who is he?’ She was shouting now, on her feet with excitement bright in her eyes and Kurt groaned internally. Trust Rachel to get it out of him. He sighed.

‘There was this guy… at the club last night’ he admitted, cheeks heating again.

‘You are kidding me. That curly haired sex god you kept staring at all night?’

‘What!?’ Kurt spluttered, ‘I was not staring at him all night!’

‘Yeah sure honey. But seriously? He was so hot! I was actually kind of surprised you didn’t make a move on him’

‘Well, actually he sort of kissed me’ Kurt muttered, ‘And I can’t get him and his freaking perfect lips out of my head!’ He spat out, cringing at himself.

‘Oooh’ Rachel breathed, ‘This sounds interesting, did you get his number?’

‘No! I broke it off to come and find you. Besides he was really drunk he probably doesn’t even remember it! God just, forget I said anything’ Kurt said, feeling like a total idiot.

‘Honey, this is the first time I have ever heard you talk about a boy like this, and I’ve known you for a really long time. We are going to find this guy, Kurt’ Rachel insisted. ‘What was his name?’

‘Sparkles’ Kurt blurted out unthinkingly.

Crap.