After they each took a shot of whiskey- Kurt refused to let Blaine be tipsy alone- Kurt went about making green tea. “Antioxidants,” Kurt told Blaine as he measured out tea leaves. “They’re lifesavers.”
He placed a steaming mug in front of Blaine. Blaine cupped his hands around it, savoring the feeling of warmth and the sweet earthy scent.
“Are you hungry?” Kurt asked, and Blaine nodded. Kurt sliced cantaloupe and strawberries and set them on the table. He sat down across from Blaine with his own mug of tea. They sat in companionable silence for a moment, sipping their hot drinks and eating the delicious fruit.
“So,” Kurt said hesitantly. Blaine looked at him, but couldn’t catch his eye. “You’re not supposed to talk to her today?”
Blaine sighed, picking up a strawberry and examining it listlessly. “Yeah,” he answered. “We’re supposed to think about our relationship independently, or something.”
Kurt nodded slowly, bringing his mug to his lips and taking a small sip. He set it down again, tracing the rim with his long, delicate finger. “And…do you want to, you know, think about it?”
Blaine chewed and swallowed his strawberry, staring at the steam rising from his tea, probably more enraptured than he’d be without the shot of whiskey he’d had. “No,” he said quietly. “Not yet.”
Kurt nodded. “Well, that can be arranged.” He offered Blaine a small smile, which Blaine gladly returned.

After taking another shot each and refilling their cups of tea, Kurt and Blaine headed into the living room. Kurt collapsed on the couch and picked up the remote, turning on the TV. Blaine sat down next to him, watching as he scrolled through the On Demand options. “What do you want to watch?” Kurt asked, reading the movie titles on the screen.
Blaine shrugged. “I don’t care.” He thought for a moment. “Well, nothing romantic.”
The edges of Kurt’s lips curled upward. “Okay,” he said. “No romance.”
Kurt selected some horribly violent movie that Blaine had never heard of. In the opening credits alone, three people were killed. Blaine settled back against the couch next to Kurt. He could feel the effects of the whiskey beginning to take over him. His cup of tea was warm and soothing, and his headache was almost completely diminished. He cringed as someone on screen was blown up, but he didn’t mind too much. Kurt was next to him and Maia was far from the forefront of his mind. It was all he could ask for, really.
Once the movie finished they went into the kitchen and Kurt made them both sandwiches and poured glasses of lemonade. Blaine leaned against a counter and watched him move around the kitchen, offering to help but being waved off. They returned to the living room with their food and Kurt picked up the remote to choose another movie. They both agreed that they’d seen enough gore for the day, so Kurt found some sort of comedy to put on. Blaine wasn’t really paying much attention to it- his head was feeling a bit floaty with the leftover effects of alcohol and his lack of sleep. He was warm and content in Kurt’s living room, the couch comfortable, Kurt’s body only inches away, the sun shining in through the window. Blaine felt so calm and relaxed. It was practically a miracle, considering he was in the middle of a maybe-breakup, and finals were quickly approaching, and his parents were on his case about choosing a major. Somehow, Kurt had taken all that stress and worry away.
“Oh, God,” Kurt said, looking at the TV. Blaine turned his focus back to the movie, trying to remember what had happened. On screen, two teenagers- one of them the daughter of a main character, Blaine was pretty sure- were heavily making out, pulling off clothes and leaning down onto a bed. The scene switched another character in the house, the father of the girl, heading upstairs, setting the suspense for what was sure to be an unbearably awkward moment.
“I can’t even watch,” Kurt said as the two teenagers were completely disrobed and the father approached the door. “This is the worst. I will never forget the time Korey’s parents walked in on us when they were visiting from upstate…” He laughed. “Nothing will ever be more awkward.”
“Hmm,” Blaine answered, trying to focus on the movie. He could feel heat building up in his cheeks and attempted to stop it, but wasn’t very successful.
Kurt shook his head. “I couldn’t look either of them in the eye all through dinner. It was horrible.” Blaine could feel Kurt looking at him now, and Blaine’s blush only increased. “Isn’t it the worst?”
Blaine shrugged, not meeting Kurt’s gaze. “I guess. I wouldn’t know.”
“Oh,” Kurt said. “You’ve never been walked in on? Lucky you.”
Blaine crossed his arms. “Not exactly,” he mumbled.
But, of course, Kurt heard it. “Not exactly? What do you mean?”
Blaine sighed. How had the conversation come to this? There was no going back now, though. He cleared his throat. “There’s never really…been anything to walk in on.”
It was silent for a second, except for the sounds of the movie. The father was talking to the boy who’d been going at it with his daughter. Blaine didn’t even know what they were saying.
“You don’t-“ Kurt began, then paused. “You’ve never had sex?”
Blaine stared out the window, his arms still crossed tightly across his chest. “No.”
“Blaine,” Kurt said, and his voice was so soft and soothing, Blaine wanted to melt into it. “I can tell you’re freaking out, okay? Calm down. It’s not a big deal.”
Finally, Blaine turned to meet Kurt’s eyes. They were calm and steady, such a deep blue color. Kurt smiled tentatively. Blaine seemed to let go of the breath he’d been holding. Kurt bit his lip before speaking. “You really haven’t ever…”
Blaine shook his head, still feeling the blush on his face. “No.”
Kurt seemed to wait for an explanation, so Blaine went on. “I mean, Maia’s the only real girlfriend I’ve ever had. She’s the, uh, ‘waiting-for-marriage’ type.”
“Ahh,” Kurt said, thoughtfully. “Hmm.” Blaine wanted so badly to know what Kurt was thinking then, but couldn’t bring himself to ask. It was all too awkward and embarrassing.
Kurt stood up, picking up both of their empty plates from the coffee table. “I’ll be right back,” he said, heading for the kitchen. “You want ice cream?” he called back.
Blaine smiled, shaking his head. “Sure!” he answered, and then he settled down to actually watch the movie.

The TV was on, but Kurt wasn’t paying any attention to it.
As the comedy they’d been watching drew to a close and they finished their bowls of ice cream, Blaine had begun to sink backwards into the couch cushion, seeming very at-ease. It was nice for Kurt to see- usually Blaine seemed so put-together and upright. Seeing him relax was really great. It felt like progress, somehow.
They’d switched to regular television, where a Boy Meets World marathon was on. Kurt kept glancing over at Blaine, who stifled yawns every few minutes, his eyelids drooping. Kurt attributed his tiredness to the tea, alcohol, and emotional workout he’d gone through in the past 24 hours.
By the end of the second episode, Blaine’s eyes were closed more than they were open. And halfway through the third he was fully asleep, his posture slipping, leaning over, until his head met Kurt’s shoulder, just as the credits for the episode were rolling.
Kurt didn’t know what to do. He reveled in the feeling of Blaine so close, so comfortable and strangely intimate. But he couldn’t just let Blaine stay there, could he? His mind raced as he stared blankly at the figures moving across the TV screen. If Blaine woke up like this, he’d probably freak out. Or, maybe not. Blaine had seemed pretty comfortable with Kurt. But maybe this was too far? And what if Kurt wanted to get up?
But Kurt didn’t want to get up. He wouldn’t have minded staying in that position for a very, very long time.
Kurt turned his head to examine Blaine. He looked peaceful, relaxed in his sleep. His soft hair, unhindered by gel, curled against his temples and tickled Kurt’s neck. Kurt sighed. Why do these things happen to me? he wondered helplessly.
He didn’t have to wonder for long, though. Loud rock music began playing in the show on TV, and Blaine’s eyes blinked open in surprise. There was a split second, during which Kurt held his breath, where Blaine was half-awake, keeping his head on Kurt’s shoulder.
“Oh!” Blaine exclaimed softly. “I, Kurt, I’m sorry-” he pulled back, drowsily trying to sit up.
“Blaine,” Kurt said, restraining himself from reaching out and touching Blaine. “It’s okay.”
Blaine blushed, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. “Okay. I just- okay.”
Kurt smiled at him. He leaned forward, bringing them closer again. “Your hair is different,” he commented.
Blaine’s hand moved from his neck to his curls, smoothing them down self-consciously. “Oh, yeah, I didn’t- I didn't think to style them. I usually do. I know it’s pretty wild, I-”
“I like it,” Kurt said suddenly, cutting him off. “It looks good, natural.”
Blaine’s mouth opened slightly for a moment, and then he smiled shyly. “Thanks,” he said, his hand falling back to his side. The two boys looked at eachother for a moment, and then both turned back to the TV, embarrassed. Kurt couldn’t help but think that there was something between them- some feeling or atmosphere that wasn’t there before. It was probably just wishful thinking, though. Blaine was vulnerable- sleepy, slightly drunk, and semi-heartbroken. He was probably exuding strange vibes because of reasons completely independent of Kurt.
He couldn’t help but hope, though.