It was fuzzy. Waking up after a night of drinking. Kurt's head was pounding and the little bit of light that had busted through the curtains in his loft, were very unwelcome..

“You have got to be kidding me..” he mumbled to himself.

There were stirring in his bed, and the movement was not him. He tried to recall the previous night. Bits and pieces were there, but nothing he could string together to form a memory.

Kurt turned over in his bed, facing away from the stranger who was laying in the bed with him. Did that really happen last night. There is a naked man in my bed. IN MY BED.

He sighed heavily. If he had gotten so drunk that he brought a guy home with him, hell had probably frozen over. Sure being single was great fun, but he never dabbled with any of the hooking up, he liked the connection to be that of a more personal level. Something that was meaningful.

The other guy laying in the bed with him stirred more, mumbling something about coffee, and that it was rude to wake someone up with blinding light. Kurt couldn't help but smile and laugh.

“Well to be honest, I cant remember last night, so remembering coffee is important to life has escaped me.” Kurt didnt want to get out of bed, but something was dragging him into the day.

Kurt looked at his phone, checking the time, and his facebook to see if he could jog some of the memories from the previous night. He saw that he had checked in at a few places near times square. Nothing out of the ordinary there. He opened up the photos application on his phone, and his jaw dropped.

There were more than a few dozen photos of him with his ex boyfriend Blaine on his phone. It was shocking enough to have a man in his bed, let alone to find out that he had been hanging out with Blaine Anderson of all people?

Kurt flung the covers off of himself, scrambling to find his underwear. “Where did thos-” He stopped talking as the dark haired boy had also started to get up, his face now visible to Kurt. It was Blaine.

“Looking for these?” Blaine had Kurt's underwear in hand, and threw them at him. “We should accidentally run into each other more often.”

He had no clue what to even say, as the underwear hit him in the arm, and fell to the floor, him standing there, uncovered and exposed. “Uh-uh well.. oh.” Kurt had the sense to cover himself.

Blaine stretched out over the bed, reaching towards Kurt. “Don't tell me you don't remember?” There was hurt in his eyes.

Kurt rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, making sure that he was really awake and not in some weird dream. “I am just a bit lost as to how we made it into my bed..” He blushed. He knew what had transpired. They had sex. But sex with Blaine was never forgettable, so what had changed?

“Well we ran into each other last night, and had a few drinks while we were out at a few bars, and then kept catching up, since its been 4 years, and we ended up back here.” Blaine looked good. He looked, seasoned was the word that Kurt was searching for. Sure he still had the boyish sweetness to him, but the years had done good for him.

“Oh shit.” was all that Kurt was able to say. “So I take it from your tone we.. uh.. ya know?” Kurt was blushing. Blaine was his ex, and sure he cheated on him, but the guy was still hot as hell.

“No. We just kissed, and then you fell asleep. After the strip tease, which was fun to watch.” Blaine teased him, and threw a pillow at him,  as Kurt bent down to get his underwear from the floor, putting them on.

“Sounds like we have some things to talk about then..”Kurt trailed off. He had missed Blaine. New York was great, but he wasnt with the one person he wanted to share everything with. His love. Even since they had broken up, he still had some of Blaine's things, just not wanting to give them back, not wanting to let go of something that was so beautiful once before.

Blaine had started to pull on his underwear, following the lead of Kurt's completely ignoring the growth that he was trapping behind the cloth. “Well then we should probably get that coffee you were talking about.”