The sun was brutally intruding the room, violating his face and aggressively pulling him out of his sleep. All Blaine could feel was a throbbing headache and a silky layer of sweat covering his entire body.

He was lying on his stomach, the buttons from his pajamas digging into his ribs and the terrifying realization that he had no idea how he had ever gotten out of his costume and into his pajamas hit him. Even less could he remember coming up the stairs when they were back home.

Then it hit him why he was sweating so heavily. Someone was in his bed. Brown hair facing him, pale arms circling around the pillow he was using and a single, long pale leg had avoided the covers and was twisted around the sheets rather than hidden under them. His breathing was a low humming and his nose scrunched cutely up every now and then.

Oh my god. What if Kurt saw me change? What if he saw? Please no!

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, but when he tried getting up an aching hit his muscles and he decided that opening the window would have to wait. He was dizzy and his brain felt like his skull had shrunk over night, so he crawled back under the covers and turned his pillow with the cool side up before he coiled back up.

He tried going over the previous night, but mostly it was foggy or non-existent. He remembered coming to the party clearly and he remembered being in the basement with the guys. He remembered the way everything inside him turned when the others started talking about gay guys' reactions to female body parts – and then the next thing he remembered was sitting on the toilet with Kurt taking care of him.

"Blaine? Are you awake?" Kurt asked hazy. He turned his head and was faced with his boyfriend clasped down in his pillow, his eyebrows so distressed they had nearly grown together above his nose.

"Ugh, let me die," Blaine groaned and attempted to move, but the feeling was painful so he stayed where he was and forced his eyes open to meet Kurt's.

"Oh dear. Looks like someone is feeling the karma from last night," Kurt said, trying to avoid the giggles pressing to fall from his mouth. Blaine looked like he had the flu and hadn't slept for days.

"Please don't -" Blaine moaned and turned to lie on his back.

He felt terrible. Like his entire body was rioting against him, and every cell was trying to break free. To his luck he didn't feel nauseous but the terrible ache filling his body was more than enough by itself.

Kurt decided that it wouldn't do any good if he just stayed there, so he sat up - accompanied by weak whimpers from Blaine - and got to his feet.

"Are you leaving? I'm so sorry, Kurt," Blaine whimpered silently, panic filling him up from the news that Kurt apparently wasn't too satisfied with the turn of events the night before.

"Relax, Blaine. I'm just gonna open a window and get you some water. And food. You look like you could need it," Kurt said softly, wondering what Blaine could even recall from the party. Or after.

"Oh. Okay then," Blaine mumbled sheepishly back.

Kurt got the window open, the air streaming in biting cold, but clear and refreshing compared to the air in the room. He went to his own bedroom to pull on a pair of pajama pants and went to the kitchen.

"Morning. You two were home late last night. Did you guys have fun?" Susan asked.

His dad and Susan were sitting by the dining table with their breakfast, coffee and newspapers. Kurt sighed and sat down to rub his face in his hands.

"Yeah. Before I could do anything all the guys were gone and the next time I saw Blaine – let's just say he had enough," Kurt explained and started preparing a bagel for himself and one for Blaine.

It wasn't until he got up to get two glasses for juice that he noticed how worried their parents were looking as they sent each other glances.

"It's okay. I know that he's... not that old, but he handled it pretty well. All that was really was that he was a bit clumsy and had a few mood swings, but he didn't do anything other than have a good time. As sweet as ever, but with a few more emotions on his sleeve," Kurt told them, hoping it would be enough.

He already felt guilty. He shouldn't have let Blaine out of sight that way. He should have stayed with him and made sure he didn't get into something too Puck-influenced.

"I'm sorry. I blame Puckerman, really. He's the one who told Blaine that it was a good idea, and I took him home as soon as I realized he was tipsy," Kurt sighed.

"Well, at least he was with someone who took care of him," Blaine's mom said nervously.

Susan looked like she wasn't really convinced that it was all okay, but Kurt had a feeling that she wasn't blaming him for anything which was a relief. It still didn't release the concern on the adults' faces, though.

"I'm just gonna go upstairs with some water and food for him. He's really in a bad state, but I think he'll be better later," Kurt explained with a crooked smile meant to ease their minds and was glad to receive a grateful look from Blaine's mom.

When he came back into Blaine's room he was spread across the bed, his arms hugging the pillow under his head and the covers partially hiding his body. If he hadn't known that Blaine was feeling like a bullseye after gun-practice he would have crawled over him to hug him from behind as cute as he looked.

"Hey. I brought you breakfast and juice – and water," Kurt said, close to whispering because he didn't know if Blaine had fallen back asleep.

His hair had mostly escaped his usual gel and tips were sticking out here and there, looking like his hair was inhabited by bird's nests.

He groaned a little and turned his head to meet Kurt's eyes seeing that he had brought a tray of plates and glasses and a bottle of water. If he didn't have the best boyfriend in the world he didn't know who had – if Kurt was even his boyfriend anymore, depending on what he had seen.

Blaine forced himself to sit up and made room for Kurt who sat down next to him. Blaine emptied the bottle in one heave before he followed Kurt's example of digging into the food. They ate in silence and Blaine kept turning over in his head whether he should say something or hope Kurt would mention it if something had happened.

But Kurt didn't say anything. When they were finished eating and had emptied their glasses he put the tray to the floor and leaned back against the headboard. His eyes were searching Blaine's face, and Blaine mostly wanted to hide, because there was no way he could look like anything more attractive than an orc.

"So ehm... did I – I'm sorry I ruined everything for you last night," Blaine said awkwardly. He was doing his best to keep his eyes on Kurt's but it was just so damn hard because he felt guilty for being the reason that Kurt had to leave the party early, especially since Kurt had asked him not to drink.

To his surprise Kurt looked confounded. He stared at Blaine like he had fallen from the sky.

"What? You didn't ruin anything for me. Blaine, I had a good time. I was sad that I didn't get to see you more before you turned into a fumbling mess, but I really enjoyed myself," Kurt assured him truthfully.

Blaine felt his heart ease up, like it had been held in a cramp-like grip by a stone fist and was now released – but not entirely, because he still didn't know if Kurt had seen anything.

"You were cute and adorable – a little bit too handsy considering our friends were around us, but that's all. I really had a good time," Kurt smiled and squeezed his hand on the covers over them.

"Good. I'm still sorry though. I didn't... do anything embarrassing or say anything stupid, did I? Or like... flash myself or something?" Blaine asked, the knot in his throat threatening to explode and carve his entire body in two.

"No. You didn't. You wouldn't even let me look when you changed into your pajamas, so I haven't even seen your ankles naked," Kurt grinned and let his head fall back against the headboard, taking in the relief washing over Blaine like a tidal wave.

"Good," Blaine nodded and felt a bit of his headache disappear, but his body was still aching.

He moved a little closer to Kurt and wrapped his arm around his waist so he could kiss his collarbone before resting his head against his chest.

Kurt discretely slid further down the bed so he could fold his arms around the boy using him for pillow. He kissed his hair and nuzzled his nose into the dark curls. They both closed their eyes and let themselves sink into the feeling of lying close and being together as Kurt traced patterns over Blaine's back with his fingertips.

"Blaine, I – do you even remember anything at all from we came home last night?"

He needed to know. The words had been echoing in the back of his mind all morning, but he had no idea whether Blaine had actually meant them or if it was just typical teenage-drunk-talk. He couldn't let it slip away.

"Not really. I remember I nearly tripped and you dropped your keys on the kitchen tiles so you thought we were waking up our parents. Sorry about that," Blaine said, back to nervous if he had done something to even hint Kurt about the secret kept between his legs.

He squeezed his eyes hard and tried going over the night in his head for the hundredth time that morning. He went over every little detail that came across his mind, and he still couldn't see that he could have done or said anything when lightning struck – three small words.

Was that what Kurt was referring to?

"I – what do you mean?"

What was he supposed to do? Should he confess that he remembered, or should he pretend he was blank and had no idea what Kurt was thinking about.

"You were just drunk, it's fine -" Kurt said and kept stroking up and down Blaine's back.

The room went quiet and even though it was freezing neither of them closed the window, but dragged the covers over their shoulders instead.

With a long sigh from Kurt, making his chest rise and Blaine's head along with it, Blaine fell down to lie on the pillow next to Kurt instead. Kurt turned to lie on his side and smiled at Blaine, letting his fingers travel up his arm, over his neck and up to cup his cheek before he leaned in to press his lips against Blaine's.

When they backed away Kurt's sea green eyes were piercing into Blaine's and he smiled as Blaine's long eyelashes brushed over his skin when he blinked, causing Blaine to smile shyly back. He took a deep breath and let his thumb stroke over Blaine's cheek as he gathered the courage he needed.

"I love you – too."

It felt like time stopped. Blaine's hazel eyes widened and stared at him, the expression on his face completely unreadable and tensed.

But right as Kurt was about to hide his face in the sheets Blaine's eyes filled with stars and the corners of his mouth slowly crept up, making his cheeks seek for his eyes.

"I love you too."

Kurt's heart pace rose and his cheeks flushed before he let his hand drift onto the back of Blaine's neck so he could eagerly press his mouth against Blaine's. It was too good; he loved Blaine, and Blaine loved him – and that was all he needed.

Blaine's hand journeyed from Kurt's shoulder and down his arm, he let it down to Kurt's back and find place on his hip where he slowly let his fingers seek under the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't mean anything, he just needed to feel Kurt, just a little touch of that smooth perfect skin.

With that Kurt tensed up and let his hand drift back down to Blaine's shoulder so he could push him gently away, a stressed expression filling his face.

"Yeah, about that. I think we need to talk. Like I said; last night you turned a bit... handsy. More so when we were back here and alone and I – think we need to discuss some things here," Kurt said, not believing that he was actually about to have that conversation.

Oh god. Does he want to talk about sex? Oh no, I am not ready for this. What if he wants to suggest us to do things. I can't... I want him so much but I can't – he'll freak out, Blaine thought in panic.

Kurt watched as a thousand things he couldn't detect was rushing through Blaine's eyes, but he didn't say a word and Kurt had no idea how to get out what it was he wanted to say. Yet, he was the oldest and it was only a few months ago that Blaine was 14 – fourteen years old – so it was his responsibility to make sure that this was done. That they had some clear ground rules for what was okay and what wasn't.

"Wow, this is gonna be awkward. But – well, I just thought that... I really don't wanna use this against you or anything, because I really don't care about that. Blaine, believe me when I say that your age really doesn't matter to me. I just think that maybe we should agree to... keep our hands above the waist. I just think that – you are so young, and you should have some time to be young before you – throw yourself into stuff like that. It's not because... you're so handsome and -" Kurt blabbered out, determined to let it all spill before he could stop himself, because he knew that if he stopped now he would surely never get back on track.

That was Blaine's biggest fear; that some day their age difference would come between them, and he knew that he would only ever want Kurt, so if the situation had been completely normal he wouldn't have cared less – but since the situation was nothing next to normal it was a relief for him to gain some extra time to work it out. In time he could always insist on him sticking to taking care of Kurt, and Kurt would never have to know about his malfunction.

"That's... that sounds like a good idea. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," Blaine murmured, and felt his heart flutter from the thought of Kurt calling him handsome running around in his head.

"You didn't, Blaine. I just felt like we should... discuss this from the start before next time you're drunk and maybe you wanna do more and I don't want it to be like that. I just think that we should wait – we've only been together for a week, and we have so much time ahead of us," Kurt smiled, relieved that Blaine hadn't got upset.

Blaine let his hand up to rest on the middle of Kurt's back and moved back to kiss him. Kurt welcomed him in and let himself soak up the feeling of lying close with Blaine, well-knowing it wouldn't end in anything awkward and they could continue their morning in bed until they agreed that showering was a sure must.