He sat bolt upright for a second as he recalled hazy snapshots of the night before, but instantly regretted it as his head began to pound. He sank back into the bedclothes with a groan and went back to the comforting scent of Eau de Blaine on his sheets. The fact that he was wearing his favourite black silk pyjamas was also probably a good thing, he conceded.

Kurt rolled over slowly and surveyed the other side of the room. There was no sign of Blaine anywhere, but the pile of clothes on the chair - including one very stained taupe shirt - told Kurt that he couldn't be too far away. Some more images of the previous night swam into his brain, and he smiled into his pillow.

Blaine had granted Kurt's wish and sang again for him - three times in fact. Firstly a gorgeous, quirky version of Ce-Lo's 'Forget You', followed by Tracey Chapman's 'Fast Car', and finally at Kurt's request, 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls. Kurt had even managed not to cry ... well, until the last song, anyway. They had sat on the couch and talked a little more about themselves and their pasts, but it was clear to Kurt that Blaine was beginning to tire very quickly again. He had expressed his concern and Blaine had whined quietly, obviously not ready to leave just yet. Kurt had suggested that maybe they could watch a movie in Kurt's room, and Blaine's smirk and eyebrow wiggle had been a sight to behold. Kurt quickly explained that if they stayed in the lounge, Rachel would more than likely disturb them when she eventually returned from her date with Finn, and Blaine had to admit that he probably had a point.

Kurt had found an old t-shirt and pair of sweatpants for Blaine to borrow in case he fell asleep or simply felt too tired to go home (cue another smirk from Blaine, albeit a very sleepy one), and Blaine had changed in the bathroom, giving Kurt the opportunity to give his room a quick spruce up and find a suitable DVD for them to watch. He chose one of his very favourite comedies, 'There's Something About Mary', sure in his mind that Blaine would be a fan too. He had received a happy squeeze around the middle when Blaine returned, smelling of soap and minty toothpaste, and that was enough to confirm it. Kurt had taken a moment to drag his eyes across his gorgeous friend's body as he had climbed onto Kurt's bed and made himself comfortable ... Kurt's old clothes, though a little big on Blaine, made him look seriously hot in a scruffed-up kind of way, and Kurt had to give himself a little mental slap to banish the thoughts of helping Blaine to remove them again with his teeth.

Kurt had slipped to the bathroom himself, taking a leaf out of Blaine's book and brushing his teeth. He then joined Blaine on the bed and started the DVD, but they managed to miss the first fifteen minutes completely due to Blaine snuggling into Kurt's neck and brushing his lips very lightly across his collarbone. Kurt had responded with a shudder and Blaine had raised his head to apologise for the distraction, only to have his lips smothered by a barrage of long, slow, sensual kisses which had left his head spinning.

'You cold?' Blaine had pulled away after a while and asked, frowning a little.

'No - why?' Kurt breathed with a smile he couldn't seem to remove.

'You've got goosebumps.'

'Nothing to do with the temperature, my dear.' Kurt had revealed with a wink. 'But maybe we should get under the comforter to keep warm anyway.'

Blaine had obeyed without protest, and snuggled back under Kurt's arm when they were settled beneath the covers. They lay and watched the movie for a while, Kurt grinning inanely from the sheer lusciousness of it all, and soon he felt Blaine leaning more heavily against him, his breaths much deeper and further apart.

Aw, my baby's asleep.

He had cuddled him in a little closer, taking care not to make a connection with any more of Blaine's lower torso than he absolutely had to - Blaine had already pressed the full length of his body against Kurt's right side, and Kurt was finding the feel of Blaine's tiny waist and muscular thigh against his own leg dangerously arousing.

Kurt had stared intently at the TV screen for a while longer in an effort to make himself tired, and lo and behold, the next thing he knew he was waking up, pyjamas on, somewhat Blaineless and with that very sore head.

Just thinking back to all those lovely moments was making Kurt drift off to sleep again when he heard a screech of girly laughter coming from the lounge, followed by a far more manly chuckle. His eyes immediately flew open, and he smiled to himself as he felt that familiar feeling of warmth and longing at the sound of Blaine's laugh. He gently dragged himself out of bed and made his way slowly to the door, opening it just a tiny amount to begin with to gauge the situation in the lounge.

Rachel and Blaine were sitting on the couch opposite one another, and Blaine was obviously telling a particularly hilarious story because Rachel was doubled up with laughter. She was sitting with her legs curled up underneath her, also wearing an old t-shirt of Kurt's as a nightdress, and Kurt smiled to himself as he surveyed his two favourite people dressed in his cast-offs.

'Oh, he did not!' Rachel screeched loudly again, and Blaine gave an anxious look to Kurt's bedroom door, jumping slightly in his seat when he caught sight of Kurt smiling back at him. He beamed in return.

'I do hope you guys aren't talking about me.' Kurt mused as he entered the room, yawning gently.

'You should be so lucky.' Rachel grinned. 'Nope, Blaine's just been telling me a few home truths about his brother, which I am so gonna use as bargaining tools.' She rose from her seat, wandering over to Kurt and giving him a tender hug and a peck on the cheek. Kurt shot Blaine a bewildered glance - Rachel was never usually this affectionate so early on a Saturday morning.

'Did you put something in her coffee?'

'Hey, don't look at me.' Blaine held up his hands in protest.

'I'm just happy, is all ...' Rachel yawned and stretched. 'Happy with my man, happy for my boys ...' She looked between the two of them and smiled. 'Happy, happy, happy ...'

Rachel turned and skipped off into the bathroom before Kurt could beat her to it.

'Hmm - definitely on some sort of mood-enhancer, I'd say.' Kurt grinned at Blaine, wandering over to the mirror in the hall, suddenly very self-conscious of how bedraggled he must look. To his surprise he didn't look quite as bad as he thought, with only a few hairs out of place and no unsightly eye-gunk to speak of. He heard Blaine shuffling around in the kitchen, humming away to himself as he did so.

'So how're you feeling this morning? You sleep OK?' Kurt shouted towards the lounge, teasing a wayward strand of hair off his forehead.

'Better than I have in a long, long time.' Blaine breathed, appearing around the corner just inches from Kurt and making him jump yet again.

'You have got to stop doing that!'

'Haha - sorry. I can't help it if you're cute when you're jumpy.' Blaine smiled and held a steaming cup of coffee out to Kurt.

'Hmm ... cute is one thing. Dead from a heart attack is another.' Kurt retorted, taking the cup from Blaine and mouthing a silent 'thank you'. He looked at his reflection again and groaned a little, rubbing his forehead gently. 'Damn you, cabernet sauvignon.'

Blaine slinked in behind Kurt and snaked a hand across his waistband, looking around him into the mirror and meeting Kurt's eyes. 'Headache?'

'Hmmmm.' Kurt mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning back slightly against Blaine's body to take full advantage of the embrace. 'Feeling somewhat better now though. You OK?'

'I'm actually feeling really good so far today. Your food must have serious healing properties ... well, that or your left hand.'

Kurt opened his eyes again and looked quizzically at Blaine's reflection. 'Why specifically the left one?'

'… Because that's the one you buried into the back pocket of my sweatpants in the early hours of the morning.'

Kurt almost dropped his coffee cup in horror, pulling out of the embrace and scooting into the kitchen. 'Oh my god, Blaine ... I'm so embarrassed. You must think I'm a complete pervert.'

Blaine shrugged with a smirk. 'I kinda just assumed that you wanted your pants back.'

Kurt tried to smile, but was clearly mortified. Blaine crossed the room towards him and rubbed his shoulder. 'Hey ... I didn't say I didn't like it, did I? You have really nice hands. Warm, too.' He nodded with a quirk of his eyebrows.

Kurt grimaced. 'But you were supposed to be getting some rest. The last thing you need is some guy feeling you up in the middle of the night.'

'Kurt ... look at me.' Blaine said, squeezing Kurt's shoulder again. He obeyed sheepishly. 'I can't think of anyone I would rather be felt up by.' Blaine said with a sexy grin. The sparkle that shone from his golden eyes instantly warmed Kurt's heart, all worries forgotten. He nuzzled in to Blaine's hand as it gently stroked down his collarbone, his skin tingling beneath the other man's fingertips.

Rachel chose that moment to stumble noisily from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. She looked over at the two men and tilted it affectionately. 'Aww ... you two really are the cutest. So, which one of you is gonna be walking funny for the rest of the day?'

'Rachel?!' Kurt snapped as Blaine put his hands to his mouth, muffling a hysterical laugh.

'What? Oh, come on ... do you seriously expect me to believe that two of the sexiest guys in New York didn't make hot, sweaty man-love in your room last night?'

'Well if they did, we certainly weren't invited.' Kurt bit back, and Blaine whimpered beside him, biting his lip in an effort to stifle his giggles.

'Oh, Kurt.' Rachel walked over to Blaine and ran one hand through his messy curls, the fingers of the other stroking their way across his chest. 'Tell me you don't want to rip this boy's clothes off right this second and make him moan like a cheap whore.'

Blaine let out a shriek of laughter and rolled away from Rachel's grasp, falling onto the couch and burying his face in a cushion.

'See - he's halfway there already!' Rachel looked to Kurt with a grin. Kurt's face was crimson and he looked as though steam was about to escape from his ears. Rachel slapped him playfully on the arm. 'I'm just kidding, honey.' She teased softly and made her way down the hall to her room, stealing Kurt's coffee as she left.

'I'm so sorry about her, Blaine.' Kurt groaned. 'Blaine? ... Blaine!'

Blaine's back was still visibly shaking as he lay on the couch, and when he lifted himself onto his elbows his face was almost purple. It took him a few seconds for him to gather his wits and fight back the last of the silent giggles. He sat up and wiped his eyes with a cough.

'Serves you right ... and I hope you choke.' Kurt huffed again, receiving a cushion to the head and gasping in shock. 'OK - now, you die!'

***

The rest of that morning was filled with yet more laughter and music - Rachel insisted that she and Blaine should put together a set-list for their next performance at the Moonlight Lounge the following weekend, and with it being just two nights short of Valentine's Day, she felt that the songs they chose had to be as sickly-sweet as possible. They had gone through a stream of ballads, getting more and more silly with every song they sang, and managed to totally massacre The Carpenters' 'Close To You', Britney's 'Born to Make You Happy', Taylor Swift's 'Romeo and Juliet' and 'A Whole New World' from Blaine's self-confessed favourite movie, Aladdin. Kurt had watched in awe, giggling away but equally enthralled by the talent and wit of his friends, not to mention those incredibly dextrous hands of Blaine's as he strummed his guitar like a man possessed. Rachel had even tried to have Kurt join in with a few of the songs, but he became shy and retreated, making excuses that his voice wasn't what it used to be and that it would be too painful for everyone involved. Blaine had pouted a little, and Rachel had told Kurt that 'he'd keep', which was something that Kurt was only too aware that she was bound to stick to.

When Blaine had finally had to leave just before lunchtime, Kurt had whined mournfully in the doorway in an effort to make him stay.

'I have lessons to get to.' Blaine frowned sadly.

'But it's the weekend, Blaine ... don't you ever get a day off?'

'I've never really had a need to - well not for a long time, anyway. And all of my weekend clients are actually friends and relatives who I could never turn down for fear of being strung up.'

Kurt turned his face away and sulked. Blaine gave him a gentle nudge with his shoulder.

'Hey, don't do that ... please? I'm only teaching for a little while tomorrow. I could meet you for coffee in the afternoon ...' Blaine caught Kurt's eye and gave a hopeful smile.

Kurt was soon beaming again. 'That would be lovely.'

'Well, good. Now please go back in there and talk Rachel out of that Justin Bieber song she's planning to sing ... because I don't think I can bear to accompany her on that one!'

'Will do.' Kurt laughed, adding with a sigh, 'So ... tomorrow, then?'

'Absolutely. I'll text you as soon as I'm done.' Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and stroked the soft wool of his sweater, moving in for a lingering kiss that made both of their toes curl. He sighed gently as he pulled away and began to turn, guitar-case in hand. Kurt gave a sad smile and waved as he pushed the door closed, hugging his arms to his sides where Blaine had been just moments before. He whimpered a little and leaned heavily against the door.

'You've got it so bad, sweetie.' Rachel chimed from around the corner. 'But luckily, so does he ...'

'God, I hope so.' Kurt whispered, seemingly to himself.

'We all do, babe ... we all do.'

***