It was almost eleven when Kurt finally stumbled out of bed. Blaine had decided not to wake him up; it was his holidays, and he would probably have his life's worst hangovers which wasn't something to joke about in Blaine's opinion.

Kurt was swaying awkwardly back and forth next to the couch where Blaine was sitting with a stack of fashion magazines. Kurt was back in his pajamas and his hair was muffled from sex and sleep. He looked like he could easily take a few more hours.

"Hangovers?" Blaine asked without looking up from his magazine, but he could sense that Kurt was curling in on himself where he was standing.

Instead of a coherent response all Kurt could provoke out of his mouth was a whining mewl of discomfort. That was when Blaine looked up and saw how pale and messy the boy was looking.

He let the magazine drop to the coffee table with a heavy sigh as he stood up. He walked towards Kurt with firm steps and crossed his arms as he stood solidly placed in front of the kid.

Kurt looked at him with glassy eyes and slightly parted, dry lips. He had dark rings under his eyes and it seemed like he could potentially break down and cry any second it should be.

"Come 'ere," Blaine breathed out heavily and bopped his head, gesturing for Kurt to come closer as he opened his arms for him. Kurt took a few careful steps before he let himself melt fully into Blaine's arms and he quickly closed his embrace.

"Here's the deal, doll-face; don't ever drink anymore than you can get through the hangovers yourself, but since this is your first time I'll let you off easy and give you a few tips," Blaine said, rocking a little bit on the spot with his hands running up and down Kurt's back like he had been comforting him.

Kurt had his arms folded around Blaine's waist and was resting his head on his shoulder. He felt heavy and was clinging to him like he was dizzy, so Blaine figured he should wait a moment before moving away or trying to get Kurt to move.

After a moment he released his grip around the boy, paid with a whimper from the loss, and grabbed Kurt's hand so he could lead him towards the couch where he gave him a pillow and told him to sit down. Then he disappeared into the bathroom and started first step of curing the kid's pains.

When he returned to the living room he wasn't sure if Kurt had fallen back asleep, but when he opened his eyes Blaine asked him to follow him. Kurt was quickly on his feet, carefully sliding his hand back into Blaine's.

When they were in the bathroom Blaine immediately started to undress Kurt. He went slowly and pressed gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders with every movement he did.

As soon as Kurt was completely naked Blaine led him to the tub that he had filled with a comfortable temperature of water and relaxing oils from his favorite spa in New York. He watched as Kurt's body carefully slid down and disappeared into the water before he crouched down next to him.

"Now I want you to promise me that you won't fall back asleep and then I will be right back in ten minutes. Can you do that for me, doll-face?"

Kurt nodded nervously as he slowly eased his shoulders and tried letting himself relax.

With the consent Blaine stroke a hand over the boy's hair before he left the bathroom and went to the kitchen. He knew exactly what the kid would need right now to make sure he wasn't going to feel like his body was planning on killing him from the inside.

Luckily there were some things he made sure to always have in his kitchen in New York and as he was routined it only took him a few minutes to mix what he found to be the best cure of all times.

He returned to the bathroom and was glad to see that Kurt hadn't drowned yet. He walked over to sit down on the little stool always kept close to the tub and gave Kurt the glass. He arched an eyebrow as good as he possibly could and looked at the green liquid like he was scared it would come out of the glass.

"Drink it. I promise you it will make you feel better. I have it every morning. It's apple, cucumber, spinach and green tea – I didn't have any mint leaves, but it will still kick ass on your headache and sore muscles," he explained.

Kurt looked at him apprehensively before he looked back to the glass in his hand. After a little moment he took a deep breath and nipped to the drink – and then drank down nearly half of it.

"Wow," he sighed.

"Mhm. Stuffed with vitamins and antioxidants," Blaine informed and got to his feet so he could put the glass on the dresser by the wall.

When he was back on the stool he let his hands into the water before he made them slowly slide up Kurt's slick skin and carefully started massaging Kurt's shoulders.

"Mhm – oh god, Blaine..." Kurt moaned heavily from the feeling, and Blaine had to admit that the entire situation made his cock twitch from excitement.

Kurt dissolved into clay in his hands. He could mold and shape him just the way he wanted right now. The combination of the bath and the affection and massage had Kurt fully at his power, and god if he hadn't just dreamed about that for ages.

Kurt let himself over. Blaine massaged his shoulders and down his arms, over his neck and down the top of his back the best he could without getting splashed with water. All of his ministrations paid for with gentle moans and whimpers of pleasure – sounds he didn't even make during sex, but sounds that filled Blaine's head with images of Kurt grasping onto while he was thrusting into his naked body to make him say those noises.

When his erection was so much that he couldn't stand it anymore he let his hands slowly slide around the massaged areas of Kurt's body before he kissed his neck and got up.

He fumbled around by the dresser and told Kurt to stand up. When he clumsily did as told Blaine folded a soft towel around him and let a smaller one drop to the floor. He told Kurt to stand on the small one while he dried himself, meanwhile Blaine cleaned the tub after his bath.

When Kurt was done drying himself Blaine told him to go to his room and put on some underwear and then come to Blaine's bedroom. Kurt objected and said that he wasn't feeling good enough for sex, but Blaine cut him off and told him to just do it.

"Come over to me," Blaine purred when Kurt entered the bedroom to find him lying in his bed with only his own underwear on, his arm holding the covers open to gesture for Kurt to join him.

"No. I can't sex right now," Kurt mumbled weakly, looking more innocent and breakable than ever.

Blaine got out of the bed and grabbed both of Kurt's hands so he could lead him to the bed where he started lying back down, not releasing Kurt's hands for a second.

"Not sex. C – cuddling," Blaine stammered through gritted teeth, pissed that Kurt actually made him say it out loud.

Apparently that was good enough, because Kurt carefully slid down in the bed next to Blaine. He kept a little distance, like he wasn't sure what to do about himself, so Blaine grabbed around him and made him rest his head on Blaine's chest with Blaine caressing him.

"I don't fucking cuddle. But hangovers take warmth and human contact – next time you're gonna have to find someone else to help you with this," Blaine grunted.

Kurt's skin was steaming hot against Blaine's, almost feverish. He was slightly trembling in his movements that were slow and hazy. He didn't say a word but let Blaine caress him carefully until he fell asleep with a silent snoring.

xXx

It was late afternoon when they came back to their senses. They were pressed sweaty and almost naked to each other, and Blaine nearly pushed Kurt away and got mad at him before he remembered why Kurt was in his bed to begin with. He carefully slipped his arm around the boy and squeezed him with a hope that he would wake up.

It worked. Kurt moaned slightly and his eyelids started to move before they fluttered open and looked up at Blaine from his place on his collarbone.

"Feeling any better?" Blaine asked, his voice still thick and dozy from sleeping.

"Mhm, a bit. Thank you," Kurt said.

It was almost astounding that someone who usually was as bitchy and cold as Kurt could seem so innocent – so weak and fragile as he had done the entire day.

"Good. I think we should get you some food, then. You haven't eaten all day," Blaine declared and pushed Kurt gently away so he could get to his feet. He quickly slipped a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on.

"Yes, please. I'm starving," Kurt accepted and got out of the bed as well. He swayed a little dizzy before he got a hold of himself and tiptoed to the guest room. Naturally Blaine let his eyes follow his lightly covered ass as long down the hall he possibly could.

Blaine went to the kitchen and cooked up a quick salad with bread and fish. He figured Kurt shouldn't have wine for the night so he settled for a crystal carafe of water and guessed that should be enough.

"Oh – I didn't know you could cook," Kurt said with an arched eyebrow as he entered the kitchen himself.

He did look a lot better than he had done the entire day. He didn't have the dark rings under his eyes anymore and the usual rosy tint in his cheeks was slowly starting to return. He was wearing his pajamas bottoms with a tight, fluffy sweater and had clearly fixed his hair a little bit.

"Of course I can cook. I'm past 30 and have lived by myself since I was 18," Blaine retorted, offended that Kurt was so shocked that he was able to perform such simple every-day-life tasks.

Kurt slowly walked over to sit down by the small dining table where Blaine had put everything ready. He hurried to drink half a glass of water while watching Blaine finish up before he came over to sit down himself.

"Eat. Now," he demanded and dug in himself.

Kurt shyly followed lead, making sure to drink every now and then as Blaine kept filling up his glass. Now the only sound in the room was from cutlery and glasses being put back on the table.

"Oh god, this is delicious -" Kurt burst out, mouth half full of fish and salad, his jaw ready to drop if it could.

"Don't sound so surprised. It's not like I'm completely incompetent or anything," Blaine huffed, but let himself gloat a little on the inside over Kurt's impressed reaction.

"Sorry. I just don't know any guys who can cook. My dad is a disaster and my brother – don't even get me started on him. He can't even make a cup of tea. And you... you just seem like the kind to eat out every night. You know, putting all of your energy into... sex," Kurt shrugged, looking like he was embarrassed about admitting that he had even considered it.

Blaine chuckled, amused by Kurt's apparent impression of him. He couldn't blame him though – it wasn't like they knew each other, they just fucked around every now and then.

"You know, I am capable of other things than fucking. I'm more than just my dick. It's not like I screw guys all day and then work for a few hours in between. I have a life and obligations," Blaine said and put his cutlery on the plate after he had finished.

"I uhm... I didn't mean it like that. It's just all you ever talk about. So I just – I don't really know what I thought," Kurt stammered and hid his hands under the table.

Blaine could only imagine that in Kurt's head he was the kind of guy to not do anything but go to bars and pick up fucks. That he spent every night, every weekend, maybe even more, being naked and sweaty with some random stranger. He couldn't help wonder if Kurt ever thought about it and imagined it, if he was turned on by the thought of Blaine's hot, naked body.

"It's cool, doll-face. It's not like I'm expecting you to write my biography or anything," Blaine exclaimed and started to clean off the table.

Kurt was quickly to his feet, helping him out. Wordlessly they slid around the kitchen, filling the dish washer and washing off the table.

"Thank you. For today, I mean. You could just have – kicked me out, or not cared about me. Told me to stay in my room until I was better – but... thanks," Kurt said lowly as he closed the fridge after putting away the carafe and the bowl with the leftover salad.

"Like I said; it was your first time," Blaine shrugged and started to leave the kitchen.

He could feel and hear Kurt following him. He kept a few steps behind Blaine but he was clearly following him down the hall. When they were at the door to Blaine's bedroom Kurt stopped behind him and Blaine stopped with his hand on the doorknob as Kurt spoke again.

"I saw you. With your niece, you know. At that party at your mom's house. I liked it. It made you... human. You're not as terrible as you want people to think you are, Blaine."

He hesitated for a moment before he walked towards the guestroom at the end of the hall.

"Get dressed. There's a new bar I'm on the list for and I wanna check it out," Blaine said and disappeared into his room. He could hear Kurt entering the guestroom a moment later and he decided to ignore it so he could concentrate on getting ready to go out – thank god for Kurt's having left.

xXx

The bar was dark and the music held way too much bass for Blaine's taste. He had ordered a drink for himself and a soda for Kurt before he sat down to talk to the people who had made sure he would be on the list to get in. Kurt was sitting innocently next to him and twirling his straw around his coke without saying much.

They were sitting with a group of Blaine's friends, everyone discussing a movie one of the women were starting to film during January. Blaine didn't really care about it but was polite and present as always. After a while Kurt were starting to seem bored and after he had emptied his glass and been staring around the room with an absentminded haze covering his face he leaned a little closer to say that he would go to the bathroom.

For a moment Blaine considered following him and see if he could at least finger him or convince Kurt to get him off in a stall, but he figured he should stay and could always fuck him when they went home. He hadn't really been able to get the image and feel of Kurt in the bathtub earlier out of his head, not to mention the sounds he had given when Blaine was massaging him. All of it was making the hair on his arms stand and he suddenly had an urge to a Raspberry Twist.

He slowly forced himself to fade into the conversation. He stuck to his vodka and nodded at all the right times, joining in with a comment here and there, but mostly wondering when it would be appropriate of him to go home, because the conversation had steered onto the subject of pedophilia after one an haute couture photographer had been revealed to seduce his 14 year old models.

"I think I'm gonna go find Kurt. He's probably bored," Blaine said uncomfortable and emptied his glass when he realized Kurt had been missing for over an hour, and there really was no way the line in the bathroom could be that long.

"If he's bored he's a good actor," Blaine's friend, Denise, said with an amused pursing of her lips and nodded in the direction of the bar -

...where Kurt was on a stool with a guy between his legs and hands up his thighs. Apparently Kurt's hangovers had completely disappeared, because the way he was letting the guy's tongue into his mouth and down his throat he didn't really look like one who mostly wanted to get home and sleep or watch TV.

For some reason it hit Blaine straight in the gut. He couldn't really pinpoint what it was, but he might have just subconsciously expected that since he had made sure the brat could be here he would at least have the decency to not fuck anyone else. It shouldn't be that fucking difficult to keep his legs closed for a few days.

"Shit, I better go save him -" Blaine hissed and got to his feet.

"What? He doesn't exactly look like he needs to be saved. He looks like he just was saved, Blaine. Sit down and get another drink and let the kid have some fun while he's finally out of Sleepyville," Denise exclaimed and grabbed his arm to pull him back down on the sofa.

She snapped her fingers and a waitress was by their table. She ordered a drink for Blaine with a flirtatious smile at the waitress before she turned her full attention back to him, turning her back on the rest of the group so they wouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked sharply, and Blaine had to control himself to not let his eyes wander back to Kurt at the bar.

"What the hell is going on with what?" He asked, doing his best to ignore her 'I'm-a-woman-and-I-have-intuition'-tone of voice.

"What the hell is going on with you and that boy? Blaine, I talked to Cooper, and he told me that you brought him to your mom's party – are you going for a relationship? With a kid?"

This definitely wasn't the 'woman-intuition'-talking, this definitely was the 'I'm-gonna-kick-your-ass'-talking and Blaine knew that this this was his cue to get his ass and get out while it was still whole – unfortunately that wasn't an option at the moment.

"I am not going for a relationship! I'm just giving that kid some fun time away from his boring high school life, that is all – he should be thanking me," Blaine snapped.

He accepted the glass the waitress brought him and couldn't help notice that Denise didn't even spare her a glance – if she wasn't flirting with the waiter or the waitress of a place she was not in a happy place. Damned be it that she had known his brother since they all grew up in Lima.

"Thanking you? Are you serious? That boy has been gooing all over you the entire evening. He's just a child, and you're an adult. You should let him go back to Ohio where he can fool around with boys his own age. You know I don't approve of your 'no relationships only sex'-politic and I can ignore you screwing over a guy over 20 – they're old enough to know the circle of life – but I can't just turn the blind eye on this."

She practically made the other glasses on the table jump when she put down her cocktail, her eyes demonic and piercing. He knew that she could turn ice queen on him and have his balls in a screw with just one wrong slip of his foot, but he had never seen her serious like this.

"He's not gooing over me. We have a deal. We agreed on the rules when we started seeing each other and it's not like I'm forcing him to stick around. He has every right to say no whenever he wants out," Blaine tried to rationalize, his throat going dry as he caught Kurt from the corner of his eye.

Kurt's knee was slowly moving up and down the thigh of the guy that was still standing between his legs, and he was sure that he could see the guy leaning forward, possibly trying to grind against Kurt's crotch.

"That's the point; he doesn't want out – because he wants you."

"No. He doesn't. And screw you! I'm getting the kid and then I'm going home. Goodnight," Blaine snarled and got up.

He walked down the aisle of the bar and took a firm grip of Kurt's elbow. In the speed of lightning Kurt backed away from the guy's mouth and stared at Blaine in horror.

"Come on, we're going home -"

"What the fuck are you doing?" Kurt's eyes were shooting fire and his face was painted in shock. The guy holding his hand on Kurt's thigh and the other under his shirt was looking at Blaine like he was preparing himself for a fight.

"Leave the guy alone. We were actually in the middle of something," the guy said through gritted teeth. He was tall and dark haired, handsome; but in the same boring way as everyone else in the bar with perfectly aesthetic features and trimmed muscles – the type of guy Blaine would have been fucking if he didn't have Kurt staying in his guestroom. When a person surrounds themselves with the perfect definition of beauty suddenly beauty is ordinary and it takes extraordinary to really be beautiful.

"I don't give a fuck. Find someone your own age. Kurt, we're going home. Now," Blaine growled and grabbed around Kurt's hand instead of his elbow. He pulled a little but Kurt pulled away.

Kurt looked confused; as if he didn't know whether to scream or cry. Instead he stayed paralyzed in his seat with his face full of the entire spectrum of emotions he possessed.

As if everything wasn't just peachy enough Denise was on her feet and by their side in no time. She took a hard grip around Blaine's arm and pulled his hand away from Kurt's with a threatening glare that Blaine knew so well.

"Blaine, I'm just gonna borrow the kid my key and he can come home later. Don't make a big scene out of this. If you're not interested in having anything serious with him, you might as well let him have some fun," she said and Kurt definitely looked like he was going to cry now.

"No fucking way. If he's not coming back with me now, he's not coming back at all. I can't bring the boy out here and then let him out of my sight. For all we know this horny jerk could be a necrophilic murderer who likes his bitches fresh -" Blaine blabbered, not really sure what it actually was he was saying, or even why he cared if the boy got laid or not.

"Hey! Watch your mouth, munchkin!" The tall guy growled at him and flexed his muscles in a way that was surely meant to be menacing, but truly only made him look ridiculous. There was no way a pretty-boy like him would risk getting his face hurt in an actual fist fight.

"You shut up while the grown ups talk. I'm trying to save your sex for tonight, tan face," Denise snarled at him before she returned her attention to Blaine.

She was just about to continue the argument when Kurt stormed right past them, jacket and scarf already on, his obvious destiny the exit. Denise sent Blaine a warning look and within a second Blaine was after him, dragging his coat on while he mushed his way through the crowd of people.

Outside Kurt was standing by the curb with his arms curled around his torso, looking lost and despaired. His face was nearly hidden by his face and his was walking a few steps back and forth, a constant rhythm, no doubt to not get too cold.

"Hey. You alright?" Blaine asked as he got over to Kurt and waved for a taxi.

Out of all the stupid things Blaine couldn't help noticing how Kurt looked like a fragile snow creature. His skin was milky white with perfectly fuchsia spots on his cheeks. His hair was gracefully peeking out under his cap and his tips were frosty from the snow that were covering him like puffy dust. Absolutely gorgeous – with tears brimming his eyes and his lower lip quivering from the cold.

"Just leave me alone and take me back. I'm going home tomorrow," Kurt hissed as a cab drove up on the side of them. He crawled into the backseat without a word or sparing Blaine a glance. All Blaine could do was follow.

No one spoke a word the entire ride home. Not even when they were back in the apartment did either of them say anything. Kurt simply marched straight for the guestroom and slammed the door before Blaine even had the door front door locked and the alarm turned on.

He heard rustling around from Kurt's room but decided to give him some space. He went through his business as usual when getting ready for sleeping and it wasn't until he was lying in his bed that he heard Kurt's door open.

The bathroom door closed and the water was turned on. He waited until Kurt was finished and had left the bathroom. A minute after he had heard the door to the guestroom be closed again he got out of bed.

He was standing in the hall for a moment, not really sure why he was hesitating. It took him a little while before he finally drew a deep breath and quietly knocked on the door.

"Go away, Blaine!" Kurt said from the other side, but Blaine opened anyway.

"Would you leave me alone? If you seriously think I'm gonna fuck you now you're way more twisted than I first thought," Kurt snapped from somewhere in the dark.

"I uhm – I'm not here for sex. I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. We can break the deal off now if you want. I'll get you a cab to the airport tomorrow and you don't have to see me again. Goodnight, doll-face," Blaine sighed before he turned around and left the room to for his own bed.