Kurt slowly opened his eyes and then quickly closed them shut. He moaned into this pillow from the headache he felt. He rolled over to feel for Blaine but the space was empty. He opened his eyes reluctantly to find the room was still dark. He sat up slowly and leaned against the headboard. He felt the nausea coming on and ran into the attached bathroom. He retched over the toilet and threw up for what felt like hours. He heard footsteps but just laid his head on his arm on the porcelain.

“I have Tylenol and a glass of water here for you. Take them?”

“I guess,” Kurt said.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” Blaine asked as he took the medicine. Kurt noticed a mark on Blaine's neck and hoped Annabelle didn't do that.

“Did...did Annabelle do that?” Kurt asked. He got up with Blaine holding him and Blaine walked with him to the bed. Kurt sat down and rubbed his head.

“She didn't do this,” Blaine said touching his neck. Kurt suddenly got angry and glared at Blaine.

“Then who did?” he asked starting to get angry. He winced as he yelled and his headache got worse for a second.

“You,” Blaine replied. Kurt's mouth dropped open and he looked down.

“What happened last night?”

“You had a few beers, surprisingly, and you got very touchy. You got into my lap and started to kiss my neck and then this happened. I pushed you off and got up. I saw Annabelle coming over and you grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss...Annabelle saw it and she got upset with you. She actually said that you don't need to turn to guys because of Rachel hurting you. I don't know how she didn't figure it out about us but she didn't.”

Kurt looked up at him trying to recall any of this and nothing came to mind. He looked down and felt the tears stream down his cheeks.

“This is it then? We have to tell her,” Kurt said.

“I tried to convince her that you're not good with alcohol and that you tend to swing both ways with alcohol,” Blaine said. Kurt looked up at him.

“That's not me...that's you.”

“I didn't get wasted last night though and I haven't been that drunk in a while. Look...don't get mad with me. I tried covering your ass in front of her,” Blaine said starting to get agitated. Kurt put his hands to his head and massaged his temples.

“I know...I know. Thank you,” Kurt said. Blaine sat down by him and took him in his arms. Kurt grabbed onto Blaine's shirt and cried in it. Blaine's hand was going up and down his back soothingly but he was still scared of what was going to happen.

“She called earlier asking how you were. I said you were still sleeping. She also said she's coming over tonight to talk to you,” Blaine said.

“What should we do?”

“I think we need to just tell her. This lying is hurting you and we're already out to her so we might as well tell her already,” Blaine said. Kurt nodded and sighed. He pulled away from Blaine and wiped his eyes.

“I'm so sorry about last night,” he said.

“It's okay. I can't say I didn't enjoy it. It was nice but we just couldn't do that there,” Blaine said. Kurt smiled up at him and kissed his jaw.

“I don't remember any of it and that's what hurts,” Kurt said.

“Well you did say I'm yours and not Annabelle's. Also, you said that she was stupid. That made me laugh,” Blaine said.

“Oh god...” Kurt said.

“You also called her a dense little idiot to her face. I had to hold back my laugh and save it,” Blaine said. Kurt laughed and looked at the dresser in their room seeing a picture of them together last year.

“I really screwed up didn't I?”

“Well, maybe...but I thought it was funny,” Blaine said. Kurt smacked his arm.

“Shut up,” he said. Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt to him.

“I love you so much,” Blaine said.

“I love you too...now I'm going to go throw up again,” Kurt said running from him. After he finished he decided to shower to freshen up. Blaine showered after him as he got ready for the wrath of Annabelle to come over. He sat on the couch with a cup of coffee and some music playing. A song called Secrets and Regrets by Pillar came on and Kurt sang along lightly to it.

“No matter how hard you try to, you can't make the clock rewind to the moment that you lied to yourself. It never really mattered how they felt,” Kurt said to himself after the song ended.

“I need to just tell her I guess...”he whispered.

“That might be the best thing to do now,” Blaine said. Kurt looked back to see Blaine standing behind him. Blaine started to massage his shoulders and he smiled.

“I guess so...”