Kurt woke up to the sound of Blaine's alarm going off on his phone at 5:00 AM. He was cuddled close to Blaine's chest. Kurt reached across Blaine to the bedside table and grabbed the phone. He turned off the alarm and collapsed back onto Blaine. He groggily, but lightly kissed Blaine's chest, the hair tickling his face. "Blaine. Babe. Come on, Hon, wake up." He kissed his chest more and lightly stroked down Blaine's arm.

Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt and groaned. "Mmm," he moaned as he stretched. "I don't wanna."

Kurt stretched too and yawned. "I know, but if you don't get up and go now, you'll never be able to spend a school night again." He paused, thinking. "And you need to leave before my dad gets up because I still don't know if you sleeping in here was okay. Some part of me thinks that it was a no-no."

Blaine smiled and chuckled breathily. "A no-no?"

"Shush! It's too early for me to edit." He yawned again then kissed Blaine's cheek before standing up and stretching. He turned to drag Blaine out of bed and saw the panicked look on his boyfriend's face. "What's the matter?" he asked.

Blaine's eyes were wide. "I may have gotten a little carried away last night."

"What?" Kurt looked down at his body and gasped. He ran to the mirror to inspect his body. He had a hickey on his collar bone from yesterday morning, a hickey on his hip, another under his navel, bruises around his waist line the size of finger prints, and scratch marks down his sides. "Oh my god!"

Blaine got up and ran to Kurt, running his hands over every mark. "I am so sorry." He truly felt awful. He flexed his back, it felt sore. He quickly turned his head around over his shoulder and looked in the mirror. He had claw marks down his back. Kurt gasped again.

"Holy shit!"

Blaine smirked remember the moment Kurt dragged his nails down Blaine back and. He remembered thinking that Kurt's actions would leave a mark. "We really beat each other up last night."

Kurt jumped into Blaine's arms, suddenly feeling how sore he really was. "How did this happen?"

Blaine chuckled. "Um… you tried to pressure me into having sex with you and I deflected."

Kurt kind of felt guilty. "I'm sorry… about all that." He looked at his back again. "And all that."

He smiled. "It's okay. It'll heal. I'm more worried about you… I ruined you."

Kurt thought for a minute and smiled. "Didn't you say you would?"

"Yes, but I didn't anticipate actually ripping you apart."

"Wait. I'm confused… are we arguing?"

Blaine thought. "I don't know. Are we?"

"I hope not because this would be the dumbest argument ever. I'm not mad at you for what you did and you're not mad at me for what I did, but we both feel guilty. How about we just get dressed?"

The boys dressed quickly. Kurt grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and snatched the t-shirt Blaine was going to wear to bed the night before from his bag. He pulled it over his head and grinned at Blaine as Blaine smiled adoringly back at him. Kurt all but shoved him out the door and escorted him to Wes' car. "If you don't hurry you'll miss Warbler practice."

Blaine kissed Kurt hard on the mouth, pulling Kurt's head to him by cupping the back of his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too. Drive safe."

"See you Wednesday." They kissed again and Kurt shoved him into the car.

"Go."

Blaine puckered his lips. "One more."

Kurt giggled and leaned into the car, pressing his lips to Blaine's. "Love you. Go."

"Love you too. I'll call you later."

Kurt shut Blaine's car door and blew him a kiss as he watched the BMW drive down the street.

A few hours later in the car, on their way to school

Kurt and Finn were driving to school in silence. This was awkward to Kurt because Finn always insisted on music unless he wanted to talk about something. He examined Finn's face. "What's your problem?" he asked.

"You get whatever you want. Burt treats you differently."

"I'm his son, Finn."

"Yeah, I know, but Blaine gets to spend the night in your bed. If I tried that with Rachel, both our parents would flip and give me a lecture on teen pregnancy."

"You would have to actually be having sex together in order for that to happen."

"That's besides the point. It isn't fair."

"Blaine was allowed to spend the night in my bed because he was distraught and shouldn't have been alone."

"Not last night." Kurt stared blankly, hoping Finn hadn't heard anything. We were quiet, right? he thought. "The office door was open this morning and it looked like it hadn't been touched. He didn't sleep there. He slept with you."

Kurt immediately thought of the condoms in his room. "Relax. If it makes you feel better, we did the exact same thing you and Rachel would have done had she slept in your bed."

Finn squinted his eyes, confused. "I'm not following."

"Slept, Finn. We slept. We didn't have sex just like you and Rachel would not be having sex."

"You don't know that."

"No. I do know that. She's a wait until marriage person because she's selfish, even though I love her."

"So you guys sleep in the same bed and actually sleep?"

"Yes."

"I couldn't do that."

"And that is why Blaine is allowed to sleep in my bed."

"That must take an enormous amount of control."

Kurt stayed silent and thought of the night before. It's not without difficulty.

The ride was silent for the remaining few miles to the school.

At school before classes began

Kurt was hanging out at his locker with Tina and Mercedes before first period, not really paying attention to what they were saying. Something about Mike and Tina's date. His mind was too busy wandering back to the shower with Blaine and why his body was going to be achy for the day. He grinned, trying not to smile bigger and give his thoughts away.

B- Do people always clap me on the back or do I only notice it today because my back was ripped apart last night? Xoxo

K- Mercedes gave me a hug and a swear I almost cried from the pain. Xoxo

B- Are we in trouble for having a slumber party?

K- Only with Finn. He's jealous because Rachel can't sleep in his bed if she slept over. But I honestly don't think my dad knew. You left before he got out of bed. Kurt glanced up and saw that the girls' attention was held by something going on down the hall.

"Where's you're uniform?" Sue Sylvester asked Zach, who was standing at his locker surrounded by a few cheerios. "You know it's a cheerio regulation to wear your uniform during school hours."

Zach flashed Sue a smile. "Uh, yeah- it's in my locker."

"Your locker isn't your adolescent back, so unless you want to be banned from the next few performances I'd suggest changing your clothes." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Zach, still smiling, wasn't threatened. "See, I would, but polyester doesn't really go with Prada." People were now looking on and their interaction was causing an audience. "And I did have intentions of wearing it this morning, but Marc Jacobs and Calvin Klein were screaming at me from my closet."

"Listen you little Euro implant, I can ruin you," Sue whispers. She raised her voice for the rest of the crowd to hear. "Your back talk has just bought you two practices worth of nothing but laps in those pretty little shoes of yours."

Tina, Kurt, and Mercedes stood watching with mouths gaping.

"What is he doing?" Mercedes asked rhetorically.

"He's, like, so confident. Kids are usually crying by now," added Tina.

"Did he say Prada?" Kurt asked ignoring the other two.

Mercedes and Tina carried on their conversation about how Sue Sylvester could eat Zach alive right now if she wanted and probably get away with it. Kurt interrupted with "I swear I heard him say Marc Jacobs."

Zach laughed. "Unless you want to replace these shoes- and they're prada by the way- they're worth more than all the Cheerio uniforms put together, I won't be doing laps in them."

"You'll run in them or you'll hand in your uniform."

Zach didn't hesitate. He opened his locker and took out a red garment bad. He handed it to a very confused Sue. "Here you go," he said pleasantly.

"Have fun going back to being just the new kid. You just kissed you're chance at greatness away."

Sue was on her way to turn around and storm away, when Zach's voice stopped her. "You know, I think I won't lose any sleep over this because why would I want to train with a National Champion when I've trained with the World Champion? Sorry, but I'm pretty sure you just kissed you're chance away, not me."

"Enjoy unpopularity"

"Enjoy world wide failure."

Sue huffed and stomped off angrily, taking the time to toss a few students into lockers. Zach merely turned back to his group and continued talking like what just happened was nothing.

"Did he just stand up to Sue Sylvester?" Tina asked.

Kurt had to remind himself to not drool from keeping his mouth open for so long. "This is a moment in history. Should we clap?" K- I think I just witnessed a once in a lifetime event. People Magazine will be sure to be here to get the scoop.

B- What happened?

K- Your least favorite person just stood up to Sue Sylvester with a smile and didn't bat an eye.

B- I'm going to be a good boy and refrain from whatever comments I really want to say.

K- I like good boys.

B- ; ) I know. My back proves how much you don't like it when I'm a very Very bad boy.

K- What does that say about you and my body? Kurt flicked his eyes up and saw Mercedes trying to peek at his text conversation. He angled himself so she couldn't without letting her know that he did it on purpose. The last thing he wanted was for her to know that something juicy was being discussed.

B- That I really REALLY like fucking your ass with my fingers and can't be held responsible for the dirty things the sounds that come out of you mouth make me do.

He felt his skin becoming hot with a blush, but stifled a gasp. K- So, this is all my fault? Lol

B- Yes. 100% your fault.

B- And I expect a full apology with your mouth around my dick the next time we're alone.

He looked up again. The girls were getting suspicious. K- That can be arranged. I look forward to begging for your forgiveness. The bell rang just then and he was relieved for more than one reason. The girls weren't going to be able to spend more time trying to peek at his sexts and Blaine couldn't go on more and make him get hard before walking to class.

K- Oops, bell rang. Text me later. Gotta get to class.

B- French right?

K- Yes.

B- You've got an A+ in the kissing chapter.

K- Turning my phone off now. Love you xoxo