"Oh, my fuck," Carter sighed, slamming the door behind him and throwing his backpack on his bottom bunk, "This has been the worst week of my life. We need to go out tonight."

Blaine reluctantly pulled away from where he'd been hovering over Kurt on his bed, working on a nice hickey, and sat up, straddling Kurt's hips. He made eye contact with his roommate and gave him a very pointed look.

"Don't look at me like that. I went to the library and gave you guys time alone, but I'm tired of being sexiled, so I came back. Deal with it."

He shared a look with Kurt for a second before Kurt was sitting up too, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist to keep him right where he was. "As much as we appreciate that, Carter, that's a no to going out tonight."

"Also, there was a rubber band on the door, per your request. That means it's sex time," Blaine added.

"Blaine!"

"What?"

"You can't just tell Carter every time we do things of a sexual nature! That stuff is private."

"He walked in on it, Kurt. I don't think it's a secret."

"Your sexcapades aside," Carter interrupted, "why is that a negative on going out?"

"Because your definition of going out is probably going to a frat party and getting wasted like you did last weekend and Blaine isn't allowed to drink."

"Delta Phi. They're actually a really cool fraternity, Kurt, the guys are great. Blaine, why aren't you allowed to drink? Is that like a Relationship Rule?"

Carter and Amanda were big believers in Relationship Rules, Blaine had come to find out. They were constantly mentioning their RRs over Skype or on the phone. Basically, Relationship Rules were guidelines that both parties in a relationship agree upon. An example, one that Carter and Amanda had set in place, is that even though they rarely saw each other, they weren't allowed to have sex or make out or anything with other people during their time apart. Blaine felt like that was just a common sense thing, but apparently there were some long-distance relationships where it was okay to have sex with other people while the couple wasn't together; he supposed that was a Relationship Rule that other couples had in place, allowing sex with other people.

That was definitely not a Relationship Rule Blaine would ever condone.

"No, Kurt and I don't have RRs like you and Amanda. That's just because I…I turn into a different person when I'm drunk. And it's not pretty."

"So? Isn't that the general rule of thumb for anybody who gets drunk?"

Blaine threw a sideways glance at Kurt. "It's different with me."

Kurt leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's forehead, tightening his hold on him. Blaine smiled in response and tilted their foreheads together.

They probably would have stayed like that for hours if Carter hadn't coughed to announce his presence still in the room.

"As cute as that little moment was, my week still sucked, and you two are basically my best friends here, so we're all going out tonight. I don't care if you drink or not. Hell, it'd probably be more convenient if you didn't drink so you can be the sober one that takes care of the drunken people and I can get completely wasted. Sound like a plan?"

"Fine," Blaine sighed. "But on one condition."

Carter rolled his eyes, already knowing Blaine well enough to know what it was. "Great. Right when I get back. Fine, yes, whatever. If it means I get to get shitfaced tonight, I'll give you guys a couple hours. But that's it! You get two hours and then when I come back at 9 o'clock we're leaving for the party. Got it?"

Blaine smirked, already laying Kurt back and settling down on top of them like they were before. "Yes, sir. We will be ready at 9pm sharp. Now leave."

The door closing shut might have registered somewhere in the recesses of Blaine's mind, but he was already back to kissing Kurt, and when he was kissing Kurt everything else in the world fell away but him and Kurt.

He straightened out his legs and settled them between both of Kurt's, pressing their hips together. One arm was keeping his body weight from falling on Kurt completely, and the other hand was creeping its way up Kurt's shirt to his nipple, where Blaine knew was one of the most sensitive spots on his boyfriend's body. Sure enough, the second his fingers brushed it, Kurt arched his back, bucking their hips together.

"Shit, Blaine. Not wasting any time, are you?"

"We have two hours. I intend to use every second of it."

"I like that plan."

The area on Kurt's neck where Blaine had started a hickey earlier still seemed kind of sensitive, the beginnings of a hickey plain to see, so Blaine set back to work to finish it. He knew how much Kurt loved hickeys. No matter how many times Kurt refused to love certain things—(being called "baby," hickeys, gummy bears)—Blaine could tell when he was telling the truth and when he was lying.

"Mmm, baby," Blaine murmured against Kurt's neck, "You taste amazing. Did you change your body wash?"

"Are you implying that my regular body wash doesn't taste good?" Kurt asked, voice high and breathy. Blaine nipped his neck a little harder than normal. Kurt gasped, "Okay, okay. Yes, I changed. I'm glad you like it."

Blaine licked a strip all the way up from the hickey he'd just completed right above Kurt's collarbone all the way to the tip of his chin.

"Gross, Blaine. You're not a dog. You don't need to slobber all over me."

"I'd hardly call it slobbering."

"Fine. I think it's unnecessary for you to lick me like that."

"Really?" Blaine lifted his face for a moment to search Kurt's. "So you don't want me to lick you? Anywhere on your body? Ever?" The shell-shocked expression that fell on his boyfriend's face told Blaine that he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Because I was kind of planning on giving that a try today. But if you'd rather I don't put my mouth on your—"

"Dear God, yes," Kurt breathed, grabbing the back of Blaine's neck and tugging him back down, connecting their mouths in a sloppy, needy kiss.

Blaine loved when his boyfriend showed this side of him; the needy, sexual side. Kurt was normally so perfectly put together, always in control of everything. He loved how there were certain things he was able to do that could make Kurt come completely undone underneath him. And Kurt could do the same to him. It took a while, but he and Kurt were finally in a good place where they were both just genuinely happy with life and with each other and their relationship.

Just before Blaine ripped off Kurt's shirt and started kissing his way down Kurt's chest, he made a mental note to call Laurel. After all, he promised her if he knew they were going to have sex soon he would tell her.

After this evening, the only thing they'd have left would be sex. With all the alone time they got these days, it was only a matter of time before they reached that point.

Blaine shivered at the thought, kissing Kurt on the mouth before making his way down.

…

At exactly 9:00pm, Carter came bursting through the door.

"Whatup, suckers? Ready to get your party on?"

Blaine blushed at Carter's phrasing after what he and Kurt had just done and broke eye contact with his roommate to avoid being called out on it.

Unfortunately, Carter was right, they were basically best friends; Carter knew his facial expressions exactly by now.

"No way," Carter said, and Blaine watched him glance back and forth from Kurt and him, a grin slowly inching its way on his face. "No way. No way! Ha! You totally sucked each other off!"

"Must you phrase everything in such a vulgar way? I swear it's like we still have David around."

"David is more clever, though," Blaine corrected.

Kurt didn't look amused.

"Who cares about clever when you guys finally exchanged blo—"

"Don't finish that sentence, Carter," Kurt cut in. He turned to Blaine. "It's almost unsettling the level of detail your roommate knows about our sex life."

"And it's not even a full month into the semester!" Carter chimed in. "Just think of all the fun we'll have had by the end of the year. Because I'm positive you guys will have actually had sex by then. Man, all this sex talk makes me miss Amanda. Can we go get me hammered now?"

Blaine caught the deflective tone in his roommate's voice and the anguish in his eyes. It really had been a hard week for Carter, he could tell. He didn't know all of what happened, but he knew Carter enough to be able to see the way his shoulders were slumped, his eyes were tired, his voice sounding worn out. Who was he to deny the guy a night of escape?

"Sure, C. Let's go."

"We are not Blair Waldorf and Serena Van Der Woodson, Blaine. Referring to each other by the first letters of our names is not acceptable."

Blaine rolled his eyes and followed Carter out of the door, finding Kurt's hand behind him and pulling him along. As Blaine turned to lock their door, Kurt asked, "Why do you even know anything about the show Gossip Girl, Carter?"

Carter shrugged. "It's Amanda's favorite show. I watch it so she can rant about it to me and I'll actually be able to understand what she's saying."

That's sweet, Blaine thought to himself. He gave Kurt's hand a squeeze and smiled at him as they walked down the hallway. "That's why I watch Project Runway. Kurt never shuts up about it."

"Oh please, Blaine," Kurt snorted, giving his shoulder a little shove. "You know you secretly love that show."

"Not a chance."

In truth, Blaine didn't think it was too bad. But he would never admit that to Kurt.

About a half hour and a sketchy subway ride later, they arrived at the party location. One of the frat guys was standing outside of the door asking for the password. Carter told it to him without a moment's hesitation, allowing them entry to the party. Blaine thought the door keeper might have been eying his and Kurt's locked hands, but he couldn't be sure. Either way, he and Kurt were together, and these frat guys were just going to have to deal with it. The second they got inside, he unlaced their fingers and snaked his arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him close.

Kurt smirked at him, knowing exactly what he was doing, and kissed him on the cheek. He was almost certain that there were a good number of people staring at them like a circus attraction, but he was even more certain that he didn't care. When he caught Carter's eyes over the keg in the kitchen and saw the slight smile there, he knew Carter didn't care either.

Carter poured one cup of beer from the keg, downing it in less than 10 seconds before refilling it. He gulped about half of that one before holding it out to Kurt in a gesture. "You want any, Kurt? You're allowed to drink, right?"

"I'd rather not," Kurt replied, glancing at Blaine out of the corners of his eyes.

But Blaine could tell that Kurt was only being half-hearted, and he actually wouldn't mind a drink. "Go ahead, love. Have a drink. I don't mind."

His boyfriend quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

When Kurt still stood at Blaine's side, looking wary, Blaine said to Carter, "Make him a drink, will you? He doesn't like beer."

After a few minutes, Carter returned from the counter with a pink drink filled to the brim in a red plastic cup. He held it out to Kurt, which Kurt took delicately and sniffed before taking a tentative sip.

"Good?" Carter asked.

Kurt took another drink in response, much more than just a sip.

Carter laughed. "Cheers," he said, lifting up his cup before emptying it and returning to the keg to pour another. Cup newly refilled, he returned to Kurt and Blaine. "I'm gonna go talk to people. You two okay?"

"We're fine. Go talk to your people," Blaine replied.

Blaine watched his roommate walk away and his boyfriend take another large swig of his drink.

"Slow down there, sparky. You're going to make yourself sick if you drink it too fast."

"I know that. It's just really good. Try it," Kurt urged, holding out the cup.

"No, thanks."

"Come on. One sip is okay, Blaine."

He rolled his eyes and took the cup, tasting a sip before handing it back. Party Punch, Blaine decided; a strong drink notorious for knocking girls out after just one cup, making them easy lays.

"You better be careful with that. You're going to end up more drunk than Carter."

"I highly doubt that," another drink, "but would that be a problem?"

"As I recall, you're quite handsy when you're drunk, so as long as you keep your hands to myself, it's not a problem at all."

Kurt kissed Blaine on the nose. "I promise to keep my hands on you and only you."

"Then drink away."

And drink away, Kurt did. In fact, Kurt finished his first cup within ten minutes and located Carter to make him another one, which he also finished within ten minutes. The fact that Party Punch was strong added with Kurt's relatively low alcohol tolerance had him on the verge of drunk after the first two drinks, and completely so after three and a half. Carter, who after an hour had had about six cups of beer, was also pretty smashed. And while Carter was still pretty functional when he was drunk, Kurt wasn't.

"Blaaaaaaine!" Kurt shouted directly into Blaine's ear. "Let's dance!"

"I'm not sure the frat guys would be so cool with that, Kurt."

While Blaine was okay with holding hands and exchanging small kisses, he thought grinding with his boyfriend on the dance floor might be a little too much. Almost like holding up a sign saying, "I'm gay, and if you have a problem with it, I invite you to come yell at me and possibly beat me up for it!"

"But…but…pleeeease! I want to dance with you!" Kurt leaned in and purred in Blaine's ear, "I want to feel your hips on mine like earlier."

"Kurt…"

"Oh, just dance with him!" Carter exclaimed, walking up to them and giving Blaine a pat on the back. "If anyone gives you trouble for it, I got your back! Go for it!"

Before Blaine could try any more half-hearted protests, Kurt was tugging him to the living room where the furniture had been cleared out to make a dance floor. There were speakers sitting on the floor in random places around the room, and a huge crowd of girls and guys all dancing together. Kurt brought them to a place kind of in the middle and spun Blaine around, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist from behind and bringing their bodies together.

He felt Kurt's lips attach onto the side of his neck, and Kurt's hands sneaking lower and lower, and Kurt's body pressed flush against him, and it was all enough to make Blaine unwind and come unglued in Kurt's arms. So, deciding that fighting it was fruitless at this point, he just gave in. One hand found its way to the back of Kurt's head and the other was on the back of one of Kurt's thighs. His head tilted to the side to expose that side of his neck in entirety to Kurt.

Ah, this is what heaven feels like, Blaine thought idly.

Things were good. His eyes were closed and he was just enjoying dancing (or just moving their hips side to side with the rhythm) with his boyfriend. That is, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He snapped his eyes open to look at their intruder only to have to look up and up because the guy was over six feet tall.

"Why don't you get your homo explosion out of our party?" he spat in their faces, looming over them.

They disentangled themselves, but Blaine pushed Kurt behind him. He didn't want Kurt to get hurt if things came to that.

"We're just dancing," Blaine replied smoothly, trying not to show how nervous the whole situation made him. "It's not a big deal."

"Actually, it is a big deal. Because you're at a Delta Phi party, and last time I checked, Delta Phi didn't let fags in."

He tried not to flinch at the word. "We were invited to this party just like everyone else."

"Really?" the guy scoffed, poking Blaine's chest. "Who invited you, then?"

"I did," Carter said, stepping forward from who knows where but Blaine thought he'd never been so relieved to see someone in his entire life.

Except for maybe Laurel that time he was kicked out. And the time after the Trevor Incident.

"And who the fuck are you? Why are all of these randomass people at a Delta Phi party? We have a password system for a reason."

"Carter's in my calculus class," a voice said from behind Blaine. The stranger came up to stand beside him and clapped a hand on Blaine's shoulder, holding firm to it. "He lets me copy his notes if I get too drunk at one of these parties to go to class the next morning. He's a cool guy. I invited him and told him if he wanted to bring some friends it'd be fine. Got a problem with that, Hunter?"

The homophobe—Hunter—glared at the stranger. "Did you not see these two practically fucking two seconds ago?"

The new guy looked at Kurt and Blaine for a second before turning back to Hunter. "Nope. Can't say that I did. Sorry I missed it, though, it was probably pretty hot."

"What?" Hunter's face made Blaine think of a cartoon's where the jaw was on the ground and the eyes were bugging out of the person's head.

"What? I'm comfortable in my heterosexuality, dude. I can stand here and admit that these are two fairly good looking guys without feeling insecure. I have to wonder, with how aggressive you're being, why you have such a problem with them. You understand what I'm saying?"

Blaine understood completely, and judging from his face so did Hunter.

"So, that said, why don't you go join the other pledges cowering in the corner and leave the real party stuff, like guest lists, to the actives?"

Hunter stormed off, looking absolutely pissed and mortified, and sat down on a chair in the corner. The stranger who stood up for them turned to Kurt and Blaine and smiled, offering a wave to Carter.

"Sup, man. Glad you came. Who are your friends?"

"This is Kurt and Blaine," Carter managed, looking shocked and pretty intoxicated.

"Hey, Kurt and Blaine. I'm Jonathan. Sorry about Hunter, he's just a pledge. Not for long, though. We don't really tolerate that kind of behavior in this fraternity. It makes us look bad, ya know? That's why frats have such a bad rep."

Kurt just nodded, looking stunned. Blaine held out his hand, though, and shook Jonathan's. "Thank you for standing up for us like that. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. Like I said, the whole frat isn't like that. Plus, Hunter's like twice your size. No offense, but I don't know if you could've handled him in a fight. And your boyfriend looks too drunk to be of much help."

Blaine glanced back at Kurt and laughed. "Yeah, he's pretty smashed."

"Hey!" Kurt protested. "Hey! Hey. I'm…I may be drunk…but…but Blaine used to be in fight club! He…He could take that guy! Hey! Hey, guy! Come back! My boyfriend is gonna fight you!"

Blaine clapped a hand over Kurt's mouth and wrapped his other arm around Kurt's waist. "Hush, love. That's probably not the best thing to shout out right now. I'm sorry; I should be taking him back to the dorms now anyway. It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah, sure. You need money for a cab or anything?"

"I've got it covered, but thanks. I'll see you around."

"Sure thing. You taking Carter with you?"

Crap. He'd completely forgotten about Carter, who was still standing there but now just watching a drop of alcohol go around and around in a circle in the bottom of his cup. Okay, maybe he wasn't as much of a functional drunk as Blaine initially thought.

"I probably should. He's my roommate."

"Ah, there's the connection. Carter, Blaine's going to take you back to your room. Okay?"

Carter didn't look up until Jonathan took the cup from his hands. "Hey! Jonny! That was my cup!"

"Now it's not. I'll see you Tuesday, alright?"

"We're leaving?" Carter asked, looking like a kicked puppy. "Do we have to, Blainers?"

Blaine groaned. "Where did you hear that nickname?"

"When you were talking to your sister Laurie on the phone last night."

"Her name is Laurel. You know that. You've talked to her yourself and—you know what, I don't even know why I'm bothering. Let's go."

With effort, Blaine somehow was able to get one arm around Kurt and one arm around Carter and haul them both to the sidewalk, into a cab, then out of the cab, up the stairs to their dorm, and into Blaine and Carter's room. Carter immediately collapsed onto his bottom bunk and passed out on his stomache. Thinking back to things he'd heard in school about drunk people, Blaine sat Kurt down on his desk chair so he could roll Carter onto his side. That way, if he threw up, it would just go onto the pillow or off the side of the bed, and he wouldn't choke in his own vomit and die.

What a death. Gross.

Then, satisfied that Carter would definitely not die in his sleep of choking on throw up, Blaine dealt with Kurt. He started trying to change Kurt's clothes and put him in a pair of Blaine's pajama pants, but Kurt wasn't going to have any of that without making comments every few seconds.

"Blaine, you're taking off my pants!"

"It's nothing I haven't done before. Keep your voice down, Carter's sleeping. Do you want to wake Carter up?"

"Oh, no," Kurt whispered. "That would be bad. I'll be quiet I promise."

"Good."

Kurt squealed and jumped when Blaine curled his fingers along the hem of Kurt's shirt. "Your hands are so cold!"

"They'll warm up in a few seconds. Quit squirming."

"Blaine! You touched my nipple! You know how sensitive I am!"

"I know. I'm sorry. All done. Let's get you into bed, okay?"

By some miracle, Blaine got Kurt up the ladder and lying down in his bed. With Kurt situated, he was free to change into his own pajamas and when he was done, turned off the light and climbed up to join his boyfriend. He was hoping Kurt would already be asleep because as adorable as he was when he was drunk, he was getting kind of annoying. Then again, at least he wasn't being mean like Blaine did when he was drunk. Compared to a drunk Blaine, drunk Kurt was a lot better.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, leaning his face right over Blaine's, so close Blaine could smell the Party Punch on his breath.

"Yes, Kurt?"

"Can we have sex?"

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because you're drunk."

"Oh."

To be honest, Blaine was pretty surprised that Kurt just accepted the first reason Blaine gave without putting up much of a fight.

"Blaine?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"If we can't have sex, can I suck your dick?"

If Blaine had been drinking something, he would have spit it out. Kurt had never been so crass, he even reprimanded Carter for it earlier, and Blaine was pretty sure he'd never even heard Kurt say the word "dick" other than the time he was telling Blaine he was acting like one. But that was in a different context entirely.

"Umm…"

"Come on, please. I promise we can be quiet! I just want you in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. Didn't you like it earlier? Please, Blaine."

"Oh, God, Kurt, if it'll shut you up, yes. Yes. Go for it."

Even in the darkness, Blaine could see Kurt's grin. And really, if giving Blaine pleasure would make Kurt happy, who was Blaine to deny his boyfriend that happiness?

…

The next morning, Blaine awoke tangled in the sheets on his back with his boyfriend splayed across his stomache. He heard Carter retching below him and chanced a glance down to make sure it was going into a trash can and not on their floor. Yes. Good thing he set that trash can there last night or it probably would be all over their floor.

"How ya feelin', C?"

Carter threw up again in response. "Peachy," he choked out. "How is your boyfriend not puking his guts out? He was worse off than me last night."

"He doesn't throw up from being drunk. It's just one of those Kurt things."

"Yeah, well, he sucks."

Blaine blushed, remembering last night. "Yeah, he does."

He heard Carter throw up once more. "Gross. I wasn't going for a sexual innuendo for once, B."

"So you've given into the first letter thing, then?"

"Shut up."

Kurt stirred on top of him, nuzzling his face deeper into Blaine's chest as if he could burrow a hole and bury his head in it. Blaine reached a hand up and petted Kurt's hair, looking down at him as he opened his eyes.

"Good morning," Blaine greeted.

"No."

"No?"

"It is not a good morning when your head is pounding like mine is."

"I have medicine. Do you want me to get some for you?"

"No, I need you. You're my pillow."

Blaine chuckled softly. "Okay. I'll be your pillow."

When Kurt yawned and closed his eyes, nestling into Blaine's chest again, Blaine decided that Kurt was the cutest creature he'd ever seen on the planet. Like, baby red pandas? No. Alaskan malamute puppies? Nope. Kurt was the most adorable thing ever. Ever.

"Okay," Carter moaned, "I think I'm done throwing up."

"Wonderful."

"So tell me all the embarrassing stuff I did last night."

"Really, you didn't do too much. I think the most embarrassing thing you did was get mesmerized by a drop of alcohol in the bottom of your cup. That was mostly just silly, though."

"Awesome."

"What about me?" Kurt piped up.

A pause. "Um…"

Kurt shot up, narrowly missing hitting his head on the ceiling but wincing anyway. "Oh, I got up way too fast. Medicine, please?"

Obeying Kurt's request, Blaine jumped down from his bed and got the ibuprofen from his drawer and a water bottle from his mini-fridge, handing both to Kurt who was still up on the bed. Kurt popped the pills back and chugged half the water bottle, then held it to his forehead.

"Okay. I'm ready. Tell me all of the embarrassing things I did last night."

"Do you really not remember? I didn't think you were that drunk. I mean you were pretty drunk, but I didn't think it was blackout level."

"Wait, let me try to remember…" Kurt trailed off and scrunched his face up to concentrate. The moment everything came back played out on Kurt's face as his mouth dropped open in horror. "No."

"Yes."

"Dancing?"

"Yes."

"Giant guy?"

"Hunter."

"Nice guy?"

"Jonathan."

"The one from my calc class?" Carter asked.

"The very same."

"What did he do?"

"One of the pledges, Hunter, came up to me and Kurt when we were dancing and started yelling at us and calling us fags and asking how the hell we got into the party. Your friend, Jonathan, came and defended us and offered to help me get you two home. He was really nice; you're going to have to do something for him when you see him on Tuesday in class," Blaine explained.

Kurt was pinching the bridge of his nose, Blaine assumed running through the night's events; Blaine could tell the exact second when Kurt got to the part of the night when things started getting naked.

"Oh, my God."

"I know."

"I didn't."

"You really did."

"I said that?"

"You were pretty clever."

"I can't believe I did that."

"It's nothing we hadn't already done."

Carter interjected again, "Whoa, I don't know what happened, but I have an idea where this conversation is going and I don't want to hear it, especially if I was in the room."

"You were in your bed. We were in mine," Blaine replied.

Kurt's face twisted back into that mask of horror from before. "Blaine!"

"What! You're the one who asked to have sex with Carter right below us!"

"Blaine!"

"You did!"

"He wasn't cognizant of that until you said it just now!"

"Can you guys please stop yelling?" Carter asked, pressing a hand to the side of his head. "And could you maybe share the medicine? Kurt, how are you using words like cognizant when you're hungover?"

"Being hungover doesn't impair my vocabulary, Carter."

"No, but being drunk impairs your filter," Blaine retorted, handing Carter two pills and a water bottle.

Carter took the proffered items like they were gold and he was a homeless man on the corner in the rain. He threw the pills back and downed the entire bottle, crushing it in his hand and throwing it behind him on his bed. "Man, last night was rough."

"You're telling me. I had to take care of you guys."

"Whatever, I've been told I'm pretty manageable when I'm drunk. It's your boyfriend that got out of control."

"You were the one making my drinks," Kurt pointed out. "I was only wasted because you made me drinks designed to make a girl easy to get in the sack."

"And Blaine, was Kurt easy to get in bed?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt who was giving him a death glare. He opted not to reply, but that was all the response Carter needed.

"Exactly. You're welcome."

Kurt groaned and fell back on the bed, throwing the pillow over his head.

Blaine knew Kurt was getting frustrated; if Blaine was telling the truth, he was too. Sometimes it felt like their relationship was just on open display for everyone and there wasn't a part of it that was private. It wasn't a relationship between Blaine and Kurt, but a relationship between Blaine and Kurt and Laurel and Carter and everyone else on the planet.

Which is why Blaine was getting more and more uneasy about talking to Laurel about their sex life. She was his older cousin, and he promised her that he'd talk to her if things were reaching that point. A promise is a promise, right? He couldn't break that. Especially not to her.

But Kurt was his boyfriend. To be honest, sometimes he felt like Kurt was his husband. And if he and Kurt were married they wouldn't have to report to anyone about when they were going to have sex or do this or do that. It was their private business and didn't need to be shared with anyone.

So where did that leave Blaine? He felt so torn. If he didn't tell Laurel about him and Kurt, then it felt like he was betraying her. But if he did tell her, it felt like he was betraying Kurt. Suddenly it was like no matter what he did, he couldn't win. There were too many people in his life vying for top position and one of them was family but one of them wasn't, but that didn't mean he didn't love them both equally. How do you choose in that situation? Really, how could anyone expect him to? Was it even normal to have to choose between your blood family and your chosen family?

Because at the end of the day, that's what it was coming down to. Laurel was his blood family, but Kurt was his chosen family. In fact, he and Kurt would probably get married and have kids and start their own family in the next decade or so. Family vs. Family. It hardly seemed fair.

Then again, why was Blaine even worrying about that? He was at a point in his life where there were people fighting to be his number one. He never would have thought that would happen, with the way his parents treated him, and Trevor. He didn't realize how damaged those things had made him until he met Kurt. Kurt helped mold him into a better person and make him realize that he was a good person; such a good person, in fact, that he had several people in his life all wanting to be THE person in his life.

Suddenly, he felt worried and relieved at the same time. Loved and unloved. Accepted and rejected. His life was turning into a series of contradictions.

With Kurt in his life, though, he was optimistic that the positive side of those contradictions could win out. Soon, he would be rid of the negative side completely. Kurt did that for him.

It was settled, then. Kurt won. He hated to admit it, because of everything Laurel had done for him, but he didn't want to think of Laurel as his closest friend just because he felt obligated to because she'd done things for him. At some point, he needed to stop feeling like he owed her. He knew that she wouldn't want him to think like that. So, if he took out his internal feeling of debt towards her, Kurt was the person he was closest to in his life.

Blaine decided then and there that he would do whatever it took to keep Kurt forever.