"Oh, man, did I wake you up? I thought I just heard you come in, sorry, I can come back later—" Finn said, turning to leave the room, his hand still on the doorknob.

"No, no, s'fine," Kurt said, his voice rough and his throat thick. He pushed himself up from his mass of pillows on his bed and turned to face Finn. "I did just get home, what's up?"

Finn looked like he was still contemplating leaving, but finally decided to enter the room and went to sit next to Kurt on his bed. "How was last night?"

"Oh, the usual," Kurt sighed, waving a hand aimlessly in the air. "We didn't get any sleep. I swear, get those girls in the same room as me and you'd think I've been gone for years." He flopped his head back on his pillows and groaned. "I'm exhausted."

Finn started rubbing Kurt's back slowly. "Dude, they ask about you all the time in glee, man. They miss you a lot."

"I know," Kurt nodded. "And I miss them, I just. I like Dalton, I do. And Blaine's there. I'm just going to have to make it a point to try to see everyone more often. I'll never be able to go back to McKinley with Karofsky and Azimio still there, they know that."

"I know," Finn said sadly. "It just won't be the same going to Nationals without you."

Kurt barked out a laugh. "What?" He pushed Finn's hand off of him and rolled over so he could sit up. "You think you're going to win Regionals? Warblers are totally going to kick New Directions' ass, especially since you guys don't have me anymore."

"Oh, whatever, bro," Finn laughed. "You don't even know what we're planning. It's going to be awesome."

"We'll just have to settle this on the stage, brother," Kurt smirked, and reached up to poke Finn in the arm.

"Yeeow, dude," Finn said, rubbing his arm. "Hold back on the strength when you do that, sheesh. Anyways, where is Blaine? Figured he'd be here all day since school starts back up tomorrow…you two practically have been attached at the hip all break."

Kurt yawned and fell back against his pillow mound again. "His parents are coming back home from New York today, so he needs to be home to take care of some stuff with them, whatever that means. We're supposed to go out to dinner tonight."

Finn maneuvered himself so he could lie next to Kurt. "They just left him all alone all week? Why didn't he go with him?"

Kurt sighed and shook his head. "We had Warbler practice all week, and plus, he's pretty used to it. They have to fly all over all the time. He really doesn't see a whole lot of them." He shifted closer to Finn when Finn held his arm out, and placed his head on Finn's chest. He yawned again and closed his eyes.

"Hey, are you going to fall asleep on me?"

"Hmm, maybe, you're comfy," Kurt mumbled, pulling himself even closer to Finn.

"Can you at least bring me the remote? It's all the way—thanks, at least I can watch TV instead of a blank screen while you sleep. And no drooling that's gross, dude. Ow! I said stop poking me, that hurts. I could just leave, you know."

"You won't, though."

Finn shook his head and turned on the TV, setting the volume to low. "No, no. I won't. Get some sleep."

As Kurt drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but laugh to himself at the position he was in. Over a year ago now, Finn would've freaked out at the thought of Kurt falling asleep on him (and Kurt would've loved it, coincidently). Now, Finn had absolutely no problem with how close they were. Of course Kurt was completely over any silly feelings he may have had for Finn, thank god, otherwise their close relationship they had now would be extremely awkward. And weird.

Back at Dalton.

Not that Kurt didn't love Dalton, he really did. He just really loved having a week off. He got used to spending so much time with Blaine that going back to their usual routine of having no classes together kinda sucked. And now, Wes was going to be in full-on, hardcore rehearsal mode straight on till Regionals. Great.

"Hey, you."

Kurt looked up from his locker and smiled. "Hey, what brings you to this hallway?" Blaine was leaning against the locker next to his with one hand and had a shimmer in his eye. Kurt couldn't help that his stomach flip-flopped at the sight of his boyfriend.

"You," Blaine smiled, and pushed off from the locker. "Figured I'd walk you to lunch."

Kurt closed his locker and hooked his arm through Blaine's. "I would've just met you there, you know. You didn't have to come get me."

"I know," Blaine said, grinning. "But we got out a few minutes early and I just wanted to see you." He bumped his hip against Kurt's and waved at Thad, who was running in the opposite direction. "Someone's in a hurry," he mused, glancing behind him.

"Thad's always in a hurry," Kurt rolled his eyes. He tugged on Blaine's arm to keep him walking in the direction of the dining room. On the way, Kurt had to fight not to smile at Blaine, the boy might as well have just kept his arm up with how many times he waved at someone –for being a sophomore, he sure knew a lot of students, and not just Warblers. Blaine was popular.

Kurt had a popular boyfriend.

He knew he should've been used to this by now, but it still made his insides twirl every time he thought about it. He, Kurt Hummel, had a popular, gorgeous boyfriend— who was pretty much the lead singer of the Warblers, and they were in love. And it felt so… right. Especially after the night they shared on Thanksgiving. He couldn't stop thinking about it, really.

"Kurt?"

Oh, right. Lunch.

He blinked rapidly, realized they had already made it to the dining room and were standing in the salad bar line. Blaine was looking at him expectantly. He quickly grabbed a few utensils and a plate and moved along in line. "Sorry, got lost in my own little world there."

"Apparently," Blaine laughed. "Mind sharing what was so interesting?"

Kurt blushed and busied himself with creating his salad. "N-nothing," he said quickly, glancing around at the mass of blazers surrounding them in line. He looked over to Blaine and quirked an eyebrow. "Sweater today, no blazer?"

Blaine shrugged and popped a cherry tomato in his mouth. "Surprised you didn't mention it yet, just felt like doing something different today."

Kurt glanced up and down at Blaine as they paid for their meals—well, as Blaine paid for their meals. Blaine usually insisted on it, and Kurt had long since given up on trying to talk him out of it. As much as he loved the blazer on Blaine—he looked pretty damn good in the sweater, which was hugging his torso rather well. "Looks good, you should wear it more often," he smiled.

"Maybe I will," Blaine grinned and weaved his way through the tables to one that was filled with Warblers.

Kurt set his salad down on the table and immediately after he sat next to Blaine he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Blaine was already distracted by Nick and Jeff, so he pulled his phone out and pulled up the text message that he had just received.

Party at Rachel's Friday night – you and Blaine are invited, you gotta come!

He pulled a face and nudged Blaine to get his attention. A Rachel Berry party? That didn't sound too… exciting. But, it'd give him a chance to see everyone all at once and that'd be nice. He showed Blaine the text when Blaine finally turned his head and shrugged.

"Oh, I'll go with you if you want to go," Blaine said easily and rested a hand on Kurt's leg.

Kurt pocketed his phone, figuring he'd answer Mercedes later once they made their decision.

"I don't know, man. I don't know how I really feel about going to a party at Rachel's. We're still not on the best terms," Finn sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I know," Kurt nodded. "I heard all about it last Saturday from both Rach and Quinn. Don't even get me started on those two together in the same room. You're going. End of story. If I have to endure this train wreck, then you do too."

Finn scoffed. "You'll have Blaine there with you. I do not want to deal with the two of them after they've had a few."

Kurt shrugged and leaned back in his chair as he brought shirt after shirt out of his closet, sending all of them slowly around the room in a circle so he could study each one. "Especially if there's going to be alcohol involved, you're coming. I need someone to be sober with. Face it Finn, you're not getting out of this."

Finn pointed at a dark blue button down that passed by his head. "That one looks nice, I think?" He lifted his shoulders slightly and sighed in defeat. "I guess. So, you think Blaine's going to drink?"

"Oh, I don't think, I know," Kurt started and sent a few shirts back in his closet that didn't pass his inspection on the first pass. "Apparently at the last Warbler party one of the upperclassmen snuck in some JD and yeah, I've heard some stories about Blaine. He's an interesting drunk, I guess."

"You don't think he'll," Finn sighed and gestured wildly at all the shirts circling around the room, "say something, do you?"

"Aw, Finn," Kurt smiled and jumped up from his chair when he finally decided on a shirt, sending the rest back. "That's my job to worry about, not yours. But I appreciate the thought. I think he'll be fine, I'll keep an eye on him."

As soon as Kurt arrived to the party, he was immediately greeted by an armful of Brittany. "Brit! I just saw you last weekend!" he laughed, hoisting her legs up on his hips a little higher.

"I know! But I just miss you so much!" Brittany cried, her arms tight around Kurt's neck. She turned her head towards Blaine and squeezed her limbs tighter around Kurt. "Are you being nice to my Kurt? He's my dolphin, you know."

"Brit, I told you, Blaine's amazing," Kurt laughed and looked over at Blaine who was holding shocked expression—much like the one he first had when he met Brittany for the first time. "Okay, Brit. You can get down now, I'll be here all night."

"Mm, no. My Kurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes and craned his head around to look around the room. "A little help, San?"

Santana set her cup down and folded her arms around her chest. "She looks perfectly comfy there, Hummel."

Kurt sighed and walked over to a couch and bent over. "Drop, Brit. Please? Thank you." He leaned over and kissed the side of her mouth and went back over to Blaine. "Okay, do you remember who everyone is?"

Blaine glanced around and squinted slightly. He turned towards Kurt and gave him an amused look. "Well, obviously that was Brittany, I'd remember her anywhere. By the way you still haven't shared that story with me. And Mercedes. As far as everyone else, I think I remember their names? Maybe?"

Kurt smiled and grasped Blaine's hand, linking their fingers together. He pulled them further into the room and started pointing. "Santana, Quinn, Tina and Mike, Sam, and oh, you didn't meet Artie last time. Let's go say hi."

"Hey Kurt!" Artie said, raising his hand for a fist-bump. "This must be Blaine."

Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist. "Yep, that's me. Nice to meet you, Artie."

Kurt was about to say something when he heard loud, pounding footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned around to see Finn entering the basement, followed by Rachel. "You were right behind us, Finn," Kurt said, tilting his head in concern at the look Finn was currently giving him. Whatever he could've done about it was pushed aside by Puck and Lauren coming down the stairs, announcing that the party had really started, now that they were here.

It had started off pretty tame. Usual party with a bunch of guys and girls that enjoyed performing. Rachel's stage got used, a lot. After the liquor really got flowing, though—that's when the front of the stage turned into a club-like dance floor. The lights had been turned off and Rachel's multiple multi-colored disco lights had been turned on.

Kurt was starting to feel a little frayed.

He had been keeping a careful eye on Blaine, who was on his second or third drink of the night. Both of them had been up on stage already, both separate and together. And their last duet…Blaine had had a hard time keeping his hands off Kurt.

Not that Kurt really minded, but he was pretty sure his friends didn't want a show.

Kurt was finding it easier to keep himself in control now that Blaine knew. But right now, when Blaine was dragging him on the dance floor because he could feel the opening notes to Katy Perry's E.T. with Santana and Brittany up on stage, he could feel himself losing himself a little bit.

You're so hypnotizing.

It felt like they were the only two in the room. He knew the others were dancing around them, but right now. Right there, it was just him and Blaine.

Blaine had pulled him close, and pushed a leg between his own. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and just let his body move. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead and for once didn't care. He hadn't been drinking at all but god, Blaine. He felt like he could easily get drunk on this boy.

Blaine looked up at him and mouthed a few of the words before leaning his head in for a kiss.

Your kiss is cosmic.

Kurt sighed into the kiss and was about to break away when Blaine's hand shot up and held his head there, his fingers diving deep into Kurt's hair. Blaine's mouth opened to accept Kurt's tongue and at the same time, he rolled his hips into Kurt, and Kurt felt how obviously turned on Blaine was at that moment.

I'm ready to go, lead me into the light.

Kurt's eyes met Blaine's and he almost stilled at the smoldering look Blaine was giving him. He continued to kiss Blaine, their lips moving even more frantically together—and he dropped his hands to Blaine's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He moved his hips against Blaine's to the beat of the song, and could just feel Blaine's chest heaving against him.

Not that he could really blame, Blaine. He was feeling it, too—the tension that had developed between them ever since Blaine had stayed over on Thanksgiving and they had done nothing but strip each other down to their boxers and just…touched. Not even the important parts, just everywhere. They had felt so connected that night—that they had just wanted to feel each other.

Well, now Kurt wanted to feel Blaine in a totally different way. And he was fairly sure that Blaine felt the same way, if the erection that Blaine was currently sporting and pressing into Kurt's thigh was any indication.

Boy, you're my lucky star.

Blaine broke the kiss and licked a line up Kurt's neck, which made Kurt throw back his head and groan—luckily everyone else was too engrossed in each other or too drunk to care or notice, otherwise that would've been terribly embarrassing.

"What's gotten into you?" Kurt breathed, looking wildly down at Blaine. He knew Blaine had a few drinks in him, but he never thought he'd be like this.

Blaine grinned and lifted up Kurt's shirt in the back, pressing his hand against the heated skin. "You, just look so hot tonight, god."

Okay, so Kurt had a horny drunk in his arms. He could hear Santana and Brittany singing the last few notes of the song and he glanced around, he needed to get Blaine alone, for both of their sakes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could go with Blaine rubbing up against him and not have a random outburst, just to pull himself back into control.

He certainly couldn't do that. And that was exactly why he avoided any and all alcohol. Because he knew he'd have no control over himself if he was drunk.

"Let's," he started, looking around—trying to remember the layout of Rachel's basement. He pulled away from Blaine and grabbed his hand, tugging him off the dance floor. "Let's get out of here."

"I love you," Blaine whispered, as soon as the door closed and the sound must have snapped something in his brain because he pressed Kurt against the door with a flash, panting heavily and planting urgent kisses along his jawline.

"I—" Kurt started, and blinked rapidly. As much as a certain part of his anatomy wanted this, wanted Blaine, he was completely sober and mostly clear headed. He knew Blaine wouldn't be like this if he was sober, too. "Blaine, stop."

Blaine pulled back slightly and tilted his head. "You seriously want me to stop?" He bit his lip and dragged a finger down Kurt's chest, landing where his pants met his hips—and dipped his finger underneath the fabric ever so slightly.

Kurt tilted his head down and just stared at Blaine's finger. He couldn't think. Couldn't focus. Blaine was—god Blaine was so incredibly hot like this. He lifted his eyes and looked around the room. He needed something to pull himself back together so he could tilt his world back on its proper axis, because Blaine was making him come completely undone and they hadn't even started anything.

He finally noticed what room he had pulled Blaine into—they were in what looked like a storage room, but it had plenty of stuff that could easily be tossed around. So Kurt spotted a small table by the opposite wall and lifted it up, spinning it easily a few feet above its spot on the floor.

He felt it immediately. His sense of control flooding back and his focus. He looked back at Blaine who was bringing his hands up to unbutton Kurt's shirt. "Blaine," Kurt said easily, and brought his hands up to pull Blaine's down. "We're not—you're drunk. We're not going to do this in Rachel's basement, of all places while you don't quite know what's going on."

Blaine grinned and leaned up to bite Kurt's earlobe. He breathed the words into Kurt's ear, which almost made Kurt's knees collapse. "I'm not drunk, babe."

Kurt squinted his eyes in confusion and turned his head to look at Blaine. "But, you—"

"You can set the table down, Kurt. I'm completely sober. I just have a really hot boyfriend, and I really, really love him," Blaine breathed, the words coming out low and deep, which Kurt thought was impossibly sexy.

Kurt stopped the table, set it back down, and he could hear a strong bass beat coming from down the hallway. "Blaine, I—"

"Kurt, shut up," Blaine said firmly, reaching up to cup Kurt's face with his hands and crushing their lips together.

Kurt let his lips move roughly against Blaine's and Blaine pressed against him even harder—now his body was completely flush against the door. He reached up with one hand to grasp the back of Blaine's head, his fingers delving in damp curls and he started controlling the kiss.

It had never been this heated before. Kurt wasn't about to stop again, now knowing that Blaine knew exactly what he was doing, and there was something really sexy about the constant bass beat that was vibrating against the door.

He felt Blaine's hands at his chest again and this time he didn't push them away as Blaine began unbuttoning each button as quickly as he possibly could, it seemed. Kurt was lost in the sensations of Blaine's mouth against his own, Blaine's tongue fighting against his own, and as soon as Blaine had his shirt completely unbuttoned—Blaine's hands rubbing up and down his bare chest.

"Fuck, Blaine," he gasped against Blaine's mouth when Blaine dropped a hand and rubbed his cock through his jeans. He was already hard and straining against his pants—Blaine touching him was like a tease—he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back against the door.

His eyes flew open when he felt Blaine's hands on his belt buckle. Yeah, he had touched Blaine before—that one time—but Blaine hadn't touched him yet. What was Blaine doing?

"Blaine?" he asked, and he almost surprised himself at how wrecked his voice sounded.

Blaine dropped his head to Kurt's shoulder and took in a deep, shaky breath, slowly unbuckling Kurt's belt. "Kurt, I—let me, Kurt. Please."

Kurt may have said yes to just about anything at this point, he was so turned on. He just nodded and dropped his head back against the door, hardly unable to hold himself up otherwise. He was glad Blaine had his body tight against him, propping him up; otherwise he very well may have already collapsed to the floor.

He felt Blaine pop open the button on his jeans and he let out a sigh when Blaine pulled the zipper down. He was expecting Blaine to just do much like what he had done to him, but apparently Blaine had other ideas. Blaine was tugging his jeans down and was… what the fuck?

Blaine was kneeling in front of him.

Oh, oh my god.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked wildly, staring down at his gorgeous boyfriend whose lips were already kiss bruised and whose hair was deliciously mussed from Kurt's fingers.

Blaine didn't falter; he just hooked his fingers in Kurt's boxer briefs and tugged, bringing them down around Kurt's knees where his pants were. "Kurt," he breathed, lifting his eyes to meet Kurt's, and bringing a hand to wrap around the base of Kurt's cock. "Kurt, I'm going to—I want to—" he licked his lips and pumped his hand slowly, using his thumb to smear the precome around the head. He just shook his head slightly and leaned in, wrapping his lips around the head and sucked lightly.

Kurt felt like he was going to die.

He couldn't believe what Blaine was doing. Every possible nerve ending in his body had frayed and he had no idea how he was still standing. Blaine's mouth on him felt… god he couldn't even describe it. What on earth had gotten into his boyfriend? He made a fist and held it up to his mouth, biting down on his fingers to try to muffle the obscene moans that were coming out.

He glanced down and lost it. Blaine was looking up at him with those damn lust-blown eyes and his lips were wrapped around his cock, and oh my god. "F-fuck," he managed, before everything in his vision went white.

Kurt heard his name being called and he reached up to rub his eyes. He pulled his hands away and blinked rapidly. Blaine was staring back at him and he was, apparently, lying flat on his back on the floor.

"Oh, thank god, any longer and I would've had to go get Finn and I really, really didn't want to explain what happened," Blaine said in a rush, and leaned down to kiss Kurt's forehead.

Kurt pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at himself, his pants were back up around his hips but his shirt was still unbuttoned. "How long was I out?"

"A couple minutes, but uh," Blaine looked behind him nervously, "Kurt, you may want to look around."

Kurt was almost afraid to follow Blaine's gaze. Once he did, he fell back against the floor and groaned. "Oh, god� Blaine, I'm so sorry."

Blaine's lips twitched into a smile and he sat down next to Kurt, reaching to run his fingers through Kurt's hair. "Hey, I take it as a compliment. That was my first time giving a blowjob, I'd say you passing out from orgasm and," he waved a hand behind him, "that would say that I did okay? At least I know, not sure how I would've reacted had we done this before you told me."

Kurt covered his eyes with an arm and shook his head. "That's it, I can never have sex."

"Well," Blaine said, and Kurt could hear a smile in his voice, "I wouldn't say that, babe. We'll just have to uh, work on your, what do you call it? Your control."

Kurt moved his arm and glanced behind Blaine, sighing at the table that was now in a handful of pieces. And the lamp that was now shattered. And a few other things that had been moved from their original spot, but thankfully not broken. God, what was he going to tell Rachel?