There wasn't anything Christmas for Blaine. He stayed in bed until he couldn't sleep anymore and then he found some food to bring to his room where he stayed reading, eating and sleeping some more for the rest of the day. He didn't really mind; he wasn't in mood for Christmas anyway, and he just wanted the day to be over so he could go to Kurt's house and be with him as soon as possible.

Two days after Christmas he finally got himself out and walked through town to Kurt's house. When he arrived Kurt was in the living room folded in Puck's arms on the couch. Blaine sat down next to them and Kurt let his fingers find Blaine's between them. He let his feet slip in to rest his legs on Blaine's lap while he still was draped in Puck's grasp.

Puck was looking nervously at him, as if he wasn't sure that it was okay for him to sit like that with Kurt. He wanted to be the one to hold Kurt, keep him safe, of course he did - but if Kurt wanted to sit with Puck he wouldn't go in to interfere with that.

"Blaine I… your father isn't home on New Years eve is he?" Kurt suddenly asked, pulling Blaine out of a conversation about football that he had been in with Finn.

"No. He's not. Why?" Blaine asked, uncertain as to what Kurt's point was.

"I was thinking… we could be at your place? Puck, Finn, Rachel, you and I? Just - hanging out, listen to music and stuff." He shuffled a little to rest his head against Puck's chest and watched Blaine as he took in the question.

"Sure. We could do that -" Blaine nodded in agreement, and he could see Puck and Finn's faces light up with the open invitation.

Kurt shot a wide grin at Blaine and rubbed his one foot over his thigh, fire shooting through his body, leaving blood to fill his head.

Puck brushed a lock of hair away from Kurt's temple, making him look shyly down in his hands. Blaine didn't know why, but it bothered him. That was the kind of thing Blaine did for him; brushed his hair away from his forehead, made him smile, made him laugh uncontrollably - held him in a safe embrace.

That was when Blaine saw that Kurt kept fumbling with the bracelet. His fingers turned over the pendants or played with the leather string. He kept looking down, watching them, discovering new details - even though they were pretty clean cut and simple.

He liked that. It was like Kurt was keeping up the connection between them even though he was sitting in another boy's arms. Like he wanted to show Blaine that it didn't mean anything.

Of course Blaine knew that. It didn't mean anything at all. A little part of him still wished that Kurt would have moved from Puck's arms to his when he entered the living room, though.

He forced himself to look away. Focused on Finn, reopened the football conversation and engaged as lively in it as he could. He didn't know much about it as they didn't do football in Dalton, but he had watched some games with his father when he was a kid, and then watched a few games with some of his friends from Dalton.

It hit him that he hadn't even talked to them since he ran off to Washington. They hadn't seen each other in 6 months and Blaine was a completely different person now; he didn't have school, he had a job instead. He didn't have a mom, he had a boyfriend. Would they be okay with the new Blaine if they were reunited?

Blaine felt bad that he hadn't even considered that before. They had been his best friends in school - except for Gary. Had Gary told them about him and Kurt and that was why they hadn't contacted him?

Not that Gary knew anything about what really happened between him and Kurt, but he had started rumors in the commune, so who was to say he wouldn't tell tales to their friends in Dalton too? If he even talked to any of them. He hadn't exactly been popular.

A stinging grew in his chest by the thought of Gary. They had spent their entire life joined by the hip, doing everything together; but he had changed. It wasn't that he changed when they had gone to Washington; it had started already when they were around 14 or 15 years old. He started putting a lot of time into chasing after girls and it was pretty much all he talked about. Then when he started hanging out with the activists he started engaging in those activities. He became a part of a regular crowd that hung out together at one of the guys' place.

Gary made out with, and fucked, every girl he could get close to. Then he met Linda and Blaine was sure he would settle down a little, but she was the same - kissing all the boys and girls, fucking whoever she wanted. Gary turned snaky and edgy. He kept talking about free love, and love being for everyone equally; but in hindsight Blaine saw that he probably already then knew that Gary just wanted a place to be a jackass without responsibilities.

Maybe that was why he like that when he saw Kurt with Puck; they shared a connection that Blaine would never have with Kurt because they had been through a lot together. Furthermore he didn't want them be one of those couples where they fucked whoever they wanted and labeled it as free love. He didn't want anyone but Kurt, and he didn't want to share Kurt with anyone.

"Are you okay, Stardust? You seem so… I don't know, distant," Kurt asked, his brows furrowing in concern. He sat up a little, making Puck's arms drop from around his shoulders to his waist instead so Kurt could lean in to lightly touch Blaine's cheek.

"Yeah. I'm… fine. Can we please - could we maybe talk? Just for a brief moment. It'll be quick, I promise," Blaine burst out, not really sure what it was he wanted them to talk about.

"Sure. Let's just… go to the hall," Kurt nodded in agreement and started moving Puck's arms with his hand before jumping over the backrest of the couch so he could trip to the hall followed by Blaine with unease running through him. What was he supposed to say?

They hid in the shadows of the hall, standing close against a wall with coats hanging from a small, slightly open closet.

"What's going on, babe?" Kurt asked with lines of worry forming over his forehead.

"I love you."

What was that? Why? That was pretty out of nowhere. No, what Blaine needed to say was that he didn't want them to be like that. That he didn't want them to share one another with other people - he wanted them to be just them.

"I love you too, Stardust. Was that… you could have said that in the living room. It's okay. They like us together," Kurt retorted with confusion taking over the concern.

"Sorry. I just… missed having you to myself. But… I'm tired so I'll go home," Blaine excused, not sure if it was because he actually was tired or if he just wanted Kurt to himself, and if he couldn't have that he didn't want anything.

Kurt was clearly disappointed. His smile dropped and his eyes grew gray. His fingers were back to fumbling with the bracelet.

"Everyone loves it you know. Your present. Carole said that it was beautiful, and Finn and Puck both called it cute. My dad didn't really say anything, but I'm sure he likes it too. He did one of his approving grunts when he saw it - he likes you a lot." Kurt was resting his head against the wall, and looked very small in the dark of the hall.

"Good. That's great," Blaine responded and nudged his own shoe with his toes and looked up at Kurt under his eyelashes.

"I'll come over with the guys on New Years eve. We can all have fun, and then you and I can spend the next days together. Here or at your place. I don't care," Kurt stated and watched as Blaine started putting on his shoes and jacket.

He put the scarf around his neck, checked that no skin was exposed and drew a heavy internal sigh before looking back to Kurt.

"I'll go home now. See you." He leaned in and kissed Kurt's cheek before he opened the door and disappeared down the steps and through the driveway.

It was unfair of him and he knew it. He should be going directly home to call Kurt so he could apologize. Instead he went directly to bed as soon as he came home.

He tossed and turned, felt like he was dancing around the sheets, when in reality it was the unease that was gnawing in the pit of his stomach that made his eyes open every five minutes no matter how much he longed to just sleep it away.

It was so stupid, and irrational. He liked Puck. Puck was cool, and Puck had taken care of Kurt when no one else did. Puck was Kurt's best friend, and Kurt would put his life in his hands at any time. Puck was also a cool laid-back guy who had, apparently, hoped for them to get together from the beginning.

So why did it annoy him so much to see Kurt with Puck? Why did he want to drag Kurt to his room where they could be alone instead of stay in the living room where they so often before had hung out with Kurt's family; Puck included? Why did it come as such a surprise to him that Kurt wanted to celebrate New Years with both his brother and his friend as well as with Blaine?

No. He didn't want to let this ruin the night coming up. As soon as they got there he would take Kurt aside and apologize and tell him what a great idea it was.

Because he really thought so. It was a great idea for them to do stuff with other people outside Kurt's house too. The only time they spent time with other people was at Kurt's house or the record store, and as Blaine's house would be free that night wasn't it only natural for them to have people coming over then? Right?

Kurt brought Finn and Rachel when he came over. It was a little weird for Blaine to have other people than Kurt in his house, but he was optimistic and hoped for it to be a fun night, even though he wasn't really sure what they should do.

Luckily for Blaine he didn't have to do the whole host-thing with showing people around; Kurt felt so much at home at the Anderson house that he led them directly to the living room where they all sat down.

Kurt put on some music, and the entire atmosphere was a little awkward until Kurt asked Rachel to dance with him. So they did - Finn and Blaine watched them twirling and swaying around the floor while discussing the music.

"We were all in the same choir in high school," Finn explained as Kurt spun Rachel over the carpet, causing her to break down in a dizzy giggle.

"Choir? That sounds like fun -" Blaine said, a little surprised that Finn had actually been in the choir. It only made sense for Rachel to have been in the choir as she had a good voice and eagerly tried opening discussion on musicals and popular music whenever she saw a chance to it. Puck was very musically gifted so it was only natural for him to be too, but Finn seemed too much of a guy-guy to find any interest in in performing like that.

"Yeah. Rachel kinda hijacked me into it, but I liked it. It also made it a little easier coming to terms with my mom being with Kurt's dad since we were in the choir together - so we kind of knew each other already," Finn told and grinned at him.

Kurt was in the choir? Kurt who always said that he 'wasn't a singer' had been in the school choir. Apparently there was a lot of stuff Blaine didn't know about Kurt.

"Wait, Kurt was in the choir?" Blaine burst out, hoping to get an explanation as to how this all added up, when the doorbell rang and he had to head for the door.

It was Puck. With a huge grin and beer. That wasn't exactly planned, but who was he to turn down beer?

When Blaine returned to the living room with Puck his moment with Finn had clearly passed and there was no hope for fritting Finn for high school information about Kurt, so he had to hold on to all of the questions he might have storming through his head.

They all got themselves something to drink and the rest of them joined Kurt and Rachel on the floor. Rachel kept begging Blaine to sing with her, but he didn't really feel like it. He had a hard time concentrating as he was watching Kurt dancing around, smoothing his body up and down Puck's, twisting and twirling around the room.

Blaine wanted to grab around his waist and pull him close, wanted to dance close with Kurt and feel him smooth his body against his instead of Puck's, but it was just too much. One thing was to hold his hand and hold his arms around Kurt in front of them, but dancing close was just crossing every line there was. At least the way Blaine wanted to dance with him.

Instead he kept in the group of everyone dancing with everyone. He and Finn took turns on dancing with Rachel, and Blaine came to the conclusion that she wasn't as scary as she had first appeared. A bit attention seeking, but nice and respectful nonetheless.

Suddenly the doorbell rang again to everyone's surprise. Everyone looked to Blaine, but he had no idea who it could be as he hadn't talked to anyone in town for a long time except for the people who were currently present.

"Hey. I - just wanted to see if you were home," Quinn smiled at him as he opened the door.

Quinn. He should have guessed that she would be in Lima over the holidays. He hadn't heard anything from her, but it only made sense.

She looked amazing. Her long blond hair was arranged in a cute sideway braid running down her shoulder. She was wearing a flowered dress to right above her knee and she had lost some weight making her cheekbones much more visible on her beautiful face.

"Hi. You're back!" Blaine beamed in surprise. He had been so sure he would never see her again. He let excitement take over and threw his arms around her neck, dragging her close into a hug.

"Yeah. Sure. I just thought I'd see if you were home, and then I guessed that we could hang, if you wanted - but you have company over so I don't wanna interrupt or anything. We can just…"

"No. Seriously. Come on in. It's just Puck and Kurt and… Kurt's brother Finn and his girlfriend. You can join. It's gonna be fun. It's so good to see you. You look really great," Blaine assured her and grabbed her hand to lead her to the living room where the others were still dancing. As soon as they entered they all stopped to look at Quinn in surprise.

After the shock hit them and they eased up they all hugged her and started chatting; asking her about her months of absence and how she had been, Kurt staying in the background. Apparently she had been in their choir too, which led Blaine to deciding that he shouldn't even start to wonder about anything they didn't explain themselves.

The living room quickly turned hot and Blaine's fingers and toes started buzzing from the alcohol. Fortunately he could see that the others were starting to seem a little tipsy too, so he wasn't too nervous.

"I have an idea," Quinn suddenly declared as she held around Blaine's arm.

"We should play blindfold. Blaine, don't you have a tie or something?" She leaned against the backrest of the sofa, firming her grip around his arm to avoid tripping over.

"Sure. I'll go find one upstairs. I'll be back in a minute," Blaine agreed and headed for the hall but Quinn ran after him.

"Could you show me to the bathroom on the way?" She giggled, her breath warm against his face.

"I can show her while you pick up the tie," Kurt offered and started following them.

"No that's cool. It's just on the way, Kurt. I can show her."

Quinn supported herself to Blaine's arm all the way up the stairs, and while she was in the bathroom he found out a tie from his Dalton uniform. When she was done she returned to her spot connected to his arm so she wouldn't fall down the stairs.

The first one to get blindfolded was Finn. He had to bend down so Kurt could reach and place the striped tie over his eyes. They spun him around a few times before he they all formed a row for him to find a random person to kiss.

He found Quinn. She suppressed a giggle before she tiptoed and let their lips meet. The kiss was quick and performed during a lot of laughter. It was awkward and clearly affected by the beers they had consumed.

Next it was Quinn's turn and she found Rachel. That didn't turn out to be anymore than an awkward peck on pouted lips, both of them laughing so hard they nearly missed.

Under a lot of cheering from everyone Rachel ended at Quinn again. This time they laughed so uncontrollably that Quinn ended up kissing at the corner of Rachel's mouth while Rachel's lipstick got smeared over her cheek.

Rachel tiptoed to put the tie over Quinn's eyes, and as soon as had spun around she took a few times back and forth past the row before she stopped. In front of Blaine.

She was fumbling hazily in front of herself before she found his hand and squeezed a little. Blaine bit his lower lip to avoid laughing so he wouldn't reveal his identity. It was tough, but he kept it up. She let her hands up his arms and placed them on each side of his face, and let her lips meets his.

Quinn's mouth was soft and her lips were full and moist from she had kissed the others. She let her lips move slow, but determined, against Blaine's and even through the buzz of the alcohol he could feel that he wanted her to stop. She tasted like beer and lipstick, and even though he placed his hands on her hips and tried pushing her away, tried breaking away from her, she kept going.

Finally she stopped and pulled down the tie, flashing a smirk around at the others before she handed it to Blaine.

He wanted to look to Kurt, make sure he knew that it hadn't been his intention to let it go in that direction, but before he could do anything Quinn had blindfolded him and started spinning him around.

When she stopped he was so dizzy that he was afraid his knees were going to betray him and let him fall. He drew a heavy breath and found footing on the carpet before he did his best to clear his head and staggered over the floor to find one of the others to grab on to. He could feel that he was swaying but didn't really care; he needed the taste of Quinn to go away.

Of course. Perfect. He found Finn. This had to be the worst, most awkward, horrible moment of his life. How was he to survive this ever?

Everyone burst into a roar of laughter, and Finn bent down to kiss Blaine on the forehead. Relieved Blaine pulled down the tie and laughed with the others before he let Finn put the tie over his eyes again.

This time Finn didn't have such a hard time when he had been spun around. Maybe he wasn't as drunk anymore as he had been just before. He quickly found Kurt and pressed a soft peck on his lips, making Kurt blush a little before he nearly tripped over his own feet. He got the knot on the tie released and Finn spun him around during much laughter and securing that Kurt wasn't going to plant himself face forward into the rug.

It didn't even take Kurt two seconds before he stopped. His hands slipped onto Puck's back and he leaned in closer. Their lips met and Blaine was sure that he could see Kurt's hands pressing Puck closer to him as their lips moved together. Did Kurt just open his mouth? Was his tongue on its way into Puck's mouth?

Blaine looked away. He couldn't watch. His emotions were going overboard, and both Puck and Kurt were enjoying it way too much. He was sure that if the music wasn't playing they would both be moaning against each other, and the way Puck held his hands locked around Kurt's elbows to avoid him falling didn't exactly show an innocent game.

"Dude! That's my brother!" Finn burst out. Blaine guessed that they were done making out and he could see the blue and red striped tie dangling against the floor.

"That was so trippy," Puck laughed, and Blaine could hear Kurt laughing too. He still wasn't looking, he hurried to the record player to pretend he wanted to find some new music when in reality he just wanted to yell for them all to get out.

He rested his forehead against the wall, hoping the cold from the wallpaper would provide a little ease to his head. His brain was throbbing and felt like it was on a mission to burst through his skull.

When he returned to the others they had gone back to dancing. Kurt was dancing with Puck and Rachel. Finn and Quinn were sort of dancing by themselves opposite each other, so Blaine emptied his beer and walked over to take Quinn's hand.

They danced for a little while, but Blaine wasn't really into it. The more they twisted and turned around over the floor the sicker he felt and started wondering if there was any way he could sneak to bed without causing too much trouble.

"It's almost midnight!" Rachel announced squealing as she ran on her tiptoes through the living room after her bathroom visit.

She started jumping up and down on her toes in front of Finn while clapping her hands. Everyone stopped what they were doing as Rachel desperately herded them all to the garden door while watching a clock she had found on the table next to the phone in the hall.

Blaine kept a little apart from the others. He didn't feel much for celebrating at the moment, and even less did he feel like hanging out with Puck or Quinn. Or Kurt.

As Rachel reached the end of her eager countdown she let out a high pitched scream before she jumped into Finn's arms to kiss him.

Blaine squinted at Kurt from the corner of his eye but hurried to look away. He was holding his arms around his ribs like he was in pain and his face was pale and twisted in a sad mask. It was too much.

Puck and Quinn were embracing each other next to Finn and Rachel while they were looking at the fireworks over Lima - none of them seemed to notice anything so Blaine turned on his heel and headed for the stairs. His head was pounding and all he wanted was to escape to his bed. He figured they would all find their way out as soon as they realized he had left.

When he reached the stairs he was stopped by a hand on his arm forcing him to turn around, the grip fast and careless. When he turned around he didn't even get to see that it was Kurt before he pressed his lips to Blaine's, but he just pushed him away.

"Don't. Okay? Don't," Blaine burst out, feeling the alcohol fighting to take over control of his voice.

"Can we not do this? Stardust, please," Kurt begged weakly, his hands dropping to his sides and his eyes glasslike in the dark of the hall.

"What, Kurt? Do you rather want to act like it's all cool?"

Fume was welling up inside him. He felt so humiliated and ridiculed. It had just been a game, but Kurt had broken the unspoken rules.

"Do you seriously wanna do that? Cause we can since you're so eager to do it. Or maybe you'd more like to go upstairs and wait for Lucy -" Kurt wailed harshly. His voice had turned hard and angry. Blaine could see that he regretted his words even before they released themselves from his tongue. Now they were out in the open and they couldn't be unsaid.

"Are you kidding me? She kissed me. I tried pushing her away. Seems to me that you were watching pretty closely - then you should perfectly well know that I wasn't exactly returning it. And then you just hurry to Puck -" Blaine spat out, not caring anymore. Not caring about being too loud, not caring about hurting Kurt because he had hurt him so deeply.

"It was just a game, Blaine!" Kurt cut him off, his voice shaking and his hands trembling with fingers turning the leather chord around his wrist.

"Well, the fun part pretty much ended when you stuck your tongue down Puck's throat. You should have thought about that."

Blaine turned around and continued up the stairs, hearing Kurt calling for him from the hall but not so much as looking back on him. He couldn't stand seeing him right now.

At the top of the stairs Kurt stopped him. With a force Blaine didn't even know he possessed he closed his hands around Blaine's arms and held him to the spot.

"Don't you go now! We're fixing this. We have to fix this. You can't go now. Blaine, please let's just… talk this out. We can't end like this -" Kurt begged him.

End? Who said anything about ending anything?

A knot was growing in his throat. Or was it vomit? No matter what it was he felt like he was suffocating. Temperature was rising and his head felt like it weighed a ton.

"I'm so very sorry. I… I have no idea what came over me. I just saw Lucy and remembered all those feelings she had for you for so long, and she was kissing your lips, the lips that are mine, that only I am supposed to kiss, and I lost it. I was close to just running out, but then before I knew it I had the tie around my head and Puck was just there. I am so sorry - it didn't mean anything." Kurt was crying. He was begging and pleading for Blaine to understand but all that went through his head was how Kurt always acted around Puck.

"Are you sure you don't feel the slightest thing for him? I mean look at yourself! The way you always throw yourself into his arms, the way you snuggle close to him and the way you grinded up and down his ass earlier tonight. Kurt you… you did the - orgasm meditating thing with him. That was something private, something personal. You could just as well have sucked his dick. Sure, it didn't work - but you wanted it to!"

Blaine was struggling to keep his voice even, to not push Kurt away in fury so he could disappear into his room and slam the door, to not tell Kurt to get the fuck out, to not tell Kurt that he didn't want to see him again.

"Exactly! It didn't work! You know why it didn't work - because Puck is my friend. He's my best friend. For a very long time he was the only friend I had. That's why I did it with him. I just wanted to know if it could actually work. And then you came around. It worked with you; because it was meant to work with you. Because we're one," Kurt cried at him, tears soaking his face and sobs cutting him off between words.

One. They were one. It was meant to work.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. Please don't hate me. I just couldn't take seeing you with her. I clicked, and I hate myself for it, and I just want you back -" He released his grip around Blaine's arms. His fingers had been boring so deep into his flesh that Blaine could swear it would leave bruises in the morning.

He closed his eyes, fighting the alcohol, hoping for it to dissolve so he could think clearly. Stars were dancing around on the inside of his dark eyelids and he could taste his own breath like a thick beer fog coating up his tongue.

"Back? I didn't go anywhere -" he muttered, not really sure what to say.

Suddenly he felt extremely tired, and it was like the ceiling was crashing down over their heads. It was true; he knew that it was. Everything they had shared couldn't just have been some sort of spoof because Kurt couldn't have Puck. He was too pure for that and what they had was too real to have been the next best thing.

"Come here," Blaine crooned thickly and grabbed Kurt's face, crashing his lips against Kurt's; letting his oxygen fill his mouth and lungs, his lips massage the taste of Quinn off Blaine's. Kurt's hands found their way down his chest, around his hips and onto his back where he let his hands under his t-shirt, his soft fingertips tickling the sensitive skin of his lower back.

Blaine's head was back to feeling light, and as Kurt pressed him against the wall he could feel him smile through the kiss. His lips tasted like a mix of beer and salt from his tears, but the taste of Kurt would always shine strongly through.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that…"

They broke apart in panic. Quinn was at the bottom of the stairs watching them. Her eyes could be seen shining from their end of the stairs, and her lips were pursing before they transformed to a thin line over her face, nearly making it look like she didn't have a mouth at all.

"I… Quinn. I should've told you - I'm with Kurt now. Like… really with Kurt," Blaine blabbered out. Kurt was resting his forehead against his collarbone and he could feel that he was trying to hold in a giggle.

"Oh - you never told me that you were… gay," she said and stormed to the living room.

"I didn't know," Blaine uttered nearly inaudible as he watched her disappear around the corner.

He had no idea what to do. He was pinned against the wall and couldn't move. His hands had dropped from Kurt's face to his shoulders with Kurt's hands still under his shirt, as he heard Quinn yelling at the others in the living room.

"Gay! Kurt! Such a perverted freak! Why didn't anyone tell me?"

He could hear Finn trying to calm her down, but evidently it didn't work because next thing that happened was Quinn stomping her way from the living room through the hall. As she passed the stairs she flipped them the finger.

"Fuck you! Both of you!"

She slammed the door so hard the matt glass in the narrow windows of the door creaked from the force, and Blaine felt himself slide down the wall to sit on the top step of the stairs. Kurt stood next to him, looking down at him for a while, before he sat down next to him and let his hand careful onto his thigh.

"Are you okay? I know you really cared about her -" he said, his voice weak and uncertain, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to speak.

Blaine let his head drop to rest on Kurt's shoulder and felt sleepiness overwhelm him. His brain was back throbbing to break free from his skull and his eyes were dry and itchy.

Before they knew it the rest of the party was on the stairs too, sitting down on the steps under them, clearly searching for words.

"I'm sorry. Quinn likes to be dramatic. That was really… unnecessary," Rachel stammered, her hand fumbling for Finn's.

Blaine raised his head from Kurt's shoulder to look at them. Everyone was staring at him, apparently waiting for him to say something, maybe make some sort of official statement to what had just happened.

"Don't worry about it. It was uncalled for that she freaked out like that, and maybe it wasn't the proper way for her to… find out. But it was inevitable, so maybe it's better this way really," he pondered out loud. He couldn't quite figure out who he was trying to convince; him or the others - but in the end he didn't know what he felt, so it actually didn't matter much anyway.

"I'm tired," Kurt muttered and rubbed his right eye with his knuckles before he let his cheek clasp against Blaine's hair.

"And drunk."

Kurt chuckled. Giggled. Laughed. Full on hysterics in the middle of the stairs with everyone around him staring. Rachel followed and quickly the rest did too.

There wasn't anything to laugh about. At all. Nothing was funny - but it felt so good to do it anyway.

"At least I didn't have to kiss Finn. That's what's gonna keep my bad dreams away tonight, I know that much," Puck nearly sobbed through his laugh, making Finn nod frantically in agreement.

"I guess we should get home to bed then. Wanna sleep at our place tonight or are you going home?" Rachel had regained her usual semi-serious voice and had turned her attention to Puck.

He declared that he would go home, and they all got to their feet. They went to the living room where Rachel picked up her purse before they collectively headed for the front door.

Kurt hugged everyone. However, hugging Puck turned out to be an awkward event and it was rushed through in an unnatural quick way. He promised Finn that he would call home the next day to let him know when he was coming home.

While they were saying their goodbyes Puck nodded for Blaine to follow him down the hall away from the others.

"Dude. Man. I am really sorry about that… thing. What happened with Kurt, you know. I don't know what happened, I just -" He hurried out, stumbling over the words, trying to get one thing out before the other, but Blaine stopped him.

"It's okay. We talked about it, and we're alright. Don't think about it, and we can just forget it, okay?" Blaine didn't have the brain to go through it all over again, and he guessed that it was as good as anything. He hadn't done anything wrong, and it had all been one big misunderstanding. That was it.

"I don't know what happened, all the sudden he was just pressing his tongue into my mouth and -"

"I don't want any details, okay! Just don't kiss my boyfriend again. He's… that is my mouth to kiss, okay. And just… keep your hands off him. I don't care about all of that petting and snuggling and shit that you do. Just keep your tongue out of my boyfriend's mouth and keep your hands clean and it's all good," Blaine spat at him.

He really liked Puck. He actually did. He wanted to make friends with him, and he wanted to care about him, because he knew that he cared about Kurt - and he owed him for having taken care of Kurt all that time he was all alone in the world. He just wasn't ready to let it completely go yet, he still needed some time.

"Of course. It's all cool. Cool," Puck agreed and they shook hands, Blaine a little stiffly, before they returned to the front door.

Finn and Rachel were waiting on the doorstep so they all said their last goodbyes before Kurt let the door close after them, and turned to Blaine.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. We're forgetting this, aren't we? It was just a stupid night," Kurt mumbled under his breath. He leaned heavily against the door and his head crashed a little too hard making a little too loud noise.

"It's already forgotten, babe. We're together, and let's just screw it all. This might be the end of a year, but it's the beginning of a new one. I just want this with you." He pulled Kurt away from the door and put his arm around him leading him down the hall and up the stairs.

They went to the bathroom and Blaine started brushing his teeth. Kurt pulled out a brand new toothbrush and threw the packaging on the table next to the sink.

"I bought a toothbrush. So I can let it stay here, so it doesn't matter when I decide out of nowhere to stay for the night. I bought one for you too. It's already in the cup in my bathroom at home. Purple," Kurt explained before he started brushing his teeth.

"That's… really brilliant. I like that," Blaine beamed, honestly wanting to burst out about how adorable and romantic he thought it was, but instead he stood up from his seat at the side of the bathtub and kissed Kurt; both of their lips white with toothpaste foaming from their mouths, mint itching his eyes and burning his tongue.

"Good. I'm glad you like it. I thought I'd just put mine in your room so your father doesn't… you know," Kurt said as he wiped his mouth in the towel hanging on the wall.

They walked to Blaine's room and climbed into bed. Blaine was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to strip off his clothes, which resulted in Kurt starting to take it off him.

"Do you wanna sleep naked? I promise I won't try anything, I know you're tired. I just wanna… you know, feel you with me -" Kurt muttered shyly when he had seen to Blaine only being in his boxers.

"Sure. As long as I know that's the reason you're not trying anything. Or else I might get offended that you aren't trying to bang me when I'm lying there wearing my best suit," Blaine teased dozy.

Kurt grinned and nudged him before he started pulling off his underwear as the last. He bent down over him and kissed his bellybutton, a twitch of red hot electricity running through Blaine as Kurt's skin hit the head of his cock.

Kurt fell down to the bed on the other side and pulled his own clothes off too until he was naked himself. Then he threw the covers over both of them, and moved to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder, his one leg sneaking its way over Blaine's so he could let his foot down between his legs - as entangled in each other as possible.

Blaine quickly shifted to his side so he could take in Kurt; see his eyes, let his fingers run over his cheeks and trace the line of his jaw and down his neck, feeling how soft his skin was.

"I just wanna kiss you all over. Everywhere," Blaine whispered thickly after the only thing to have broken the silence being their breathing in the dark.

"You can kiss me wherever you want," Kurt smiled, his eyes still swimming from the alcohol, a yawn constantly waiting to break over his lips.

Of course he could kiss him wherever he wanted. Blaine already knew that; but to hear Kurt say it made his insides bubble. He let his fingertips grab lightly on Kurt's jaw to drag him closer so he could kiss him.

Kurt moved closer, letting their naked bodies meet while he let his own hand over Blaine's shoulder and down his back, letting himself disappear in Blaine's kiss.

The feeling of Kurt's body against Blaine's made his head go light and dizzy again. He wanted to laugh and let his hands run free, but he stayed where he was; cupping Kurt's face with his hand, pressing his free palm against his chest while letting his lips caress Kurt's.

Kurt still had his leg entwined in Blaine's, and the way he let his nails gently tickle over Blaine's back made chills run through him. It was sensational to know that nothing but their skin was between them. Each time they drew a breath the feeling of their chests, ribs, abdomens, hips, dicks and thighs pressed against each other was so much more real, and it made the feeling of Kurt's kisses more intense and sweet.