Kurt let out a stifled groan, face half covered in a blanket. Little rays of sunlight were leaking in through the blinds. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. He was quite dizzy and his head was throbbing so the unfamiliar room took a while to fully set in. At first, he was panicked. It wasn’t often that he woke up somewhere and didn’t remember where he was. Then, it slowly sunk in. How he ended up here last night, whose bedroom this was. The second thing that became clear was that the headache and dizziness could be attributed to a hangover. His stomach was slightly queasy, but that he could attribute to lack of food.

            He glanced at the glowing red clock on the nightstand and swore under his breath when he saw the time. He swung his legs over the bed and quickly got up. He pulled his jeans on, hopping and trying his hardest not to stumble and make noise.

            “Kurt?” came a muffled voice from under the blankets. Kurt froze. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

            “Yeah, I-I’m running late.” Kurt said while pulling on his socks.

            “What for?” Blaine slowly sat up, his curls slightly plastered to one side of his head.

            “Work. It’s eleven already.” Kurt rubbed his temples for a second, trying to calm down before continuing in his hurried attempt to get out.

            “Kurt, it’s Sunday.” Kurt stopped and looked at him. As much as he felt like he wanted to get out, his only alibi was broken and he didn’t want to lie to Blaine more than he already had.

            “Oh.” Kurt chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere but at Blaine.

            “At least stay for breakfast…” Blaine said hopefully. Kurt’s stomach growling would have been enough of an answer for him to stay.

            “Alright…” He sat back on the edge on the bed. Blaine smiled and sat up more, rubbing his shoulders.

            “Relax. It’s just breakfast.” Blaine whispered.

            “I’m not…nervous or anything. Okay?” Kurt defended himself.

            “You’re hard as a rock, Kurt.” Kurt blushed and pulled a pillow over his lap causing Blaine to laugh softly. “I meant your shoulders.” Kurt’s blush darkened.

            “Just wait here and I’ll go make us something to eat.” Blaine’s voice was soft and soothing. It was hard to still be so on edge.

            Kurt watched Blaine pulled on a pair of Batman pajama pants and he stumbled his way out the room. He rubbed his temples again, trying to remember exactly what happened last night.

            They went out for coffee like they planned after getting Blaine out of his prison cell. After that, though, is when things get a little fuzzy. They’d gone for a walk, lost in conversation and weren’t really paying much attention to where they were going. But Blaine must have been because he’d convinced Kurt to go into the club and have a few drinks. They even danced. Blaine got Kurt to dance. He hadn’t taken the time to do anything like that since high school, mostly because work and school took up all his time. Kurt wasn’t really one to give himself personal time. He was too busy doing things for other people, but now it was Blaine doing things for him. He didn’t really know how to handle it, but he was vaguely aware that he really did like it.

            After a few drinks and far too much dancing around they were both too drunk to care. Blaine had his arms around a giggling Kurt as he led him to his apartment. Kurt wasn’t thinking much of where Blaine was taking him. He was too busy in his drunken haze, thinking about how much he wanted to hug and kiss and cuddle dear Blaine, to care. He could hardly remember what happened once he got inside. That’s what worries him.

            “I hope you like chocolate chip pancakes.” Blaine said, poking his head inside. “Breakfast almost ready.” Kurt half smiled and stood up.

            “I love them, actually.” He said. Blaine smiled slightly before crossing to him, a glass of water in one hand, aspirin in the other.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a killer hang over.” Blaine chuckled.

“You are a life saver, Blaine.” Kurt said and took the glass. He swallowed the

aspirin quickly. Blaine led the way to the kitchen as soon as Kurt was finished. He’d made plates for both of them as well as glasses of orange juice. Kurt had to pause for a moment to just take it in. The chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, juice…all of it just reminded him so much of Saturday breakfasts with his family back in Lima.

            This little touch of home made him smile. He hadn’t realized just how much he really missed his family until now. But it wasn’t a painful feeling. It was more of a fond feeling. This was far more than his own expectations.. It was so welcome that he’d almost forgotten his worries about the night before.

            Blaine quietly looked at Kurt while he tried to imagine exactly what he was thinking right now. Kurt smiled at him slightly and rubbed his arm own arm. That smile gave Blaine goosebumps. Seeing a smile so genuine on Kurt’s face made his heart melt.

            “Wow, Blaine…this is really nice.” Kurt said as he sat in the chair he guessed to be for him. Blaine took the seat next to him.

            “Oh, it’s nothing, really.” Blaine said, smile as he poured a vast amount of syrup over his pancakes.

            “It’s more than you think.” Kurt replied, cheeks slightly flushed as he took the syrup and drizzled it over his pancakes and bacon.

            “How do you feel?” Blaine asked softly, taking a bite of food.

            “Not so bad, I guess. Just a little groggy.” Kurt admitted. His stomach churned slightly as his earlier worries were slowly creeping back into his mind. Blaine looked at him, eyebrows furrowed a little in concern.

            “Are you sure you’re okay?” He set his fork down.

            “Yeah…I’m fine.” Kurt pushed his pancakes around a little. “I’m just gonna come out and ask….what did we do last night?”

            Blaine made a face. “You don’t remember?”

            Kurt looked up at him sheepishly. “No…I don’t.”

            “When we got back from the club you seemed pretty out of it. I asked you to stay. You hardly put up a fight and before I could bring you a glass of water you had fallen asleep. With your shoes on even.” Kurt couldn’t help his blush. “Don’t worry. I got them off, then got you out of your clothes and tucked you in.” Blaine cleared his throat slightly. “I didn’t…I didn’t do anything to you.”

            “Oh god, no Blaine. No. That’s not what I meant at all. I mean…I thought maybe we could have done something else but I would never have accused you of…taking advantage of me.” Blaine chuckled slightly, relieved to hear that.

            “Just because I work a dirty job doesn’t mean I’m a dirty person.”

            “I know that. I never thought you were.” Kurt said. He quickly shoved a large bite of pancake in his mouth to try and shut himself off. They were quiet for a minute. Both eating, both trying to find something to say. The fact that Blaine himself thought he worked a dirty job made him frown.

            “Can I ask you something?” Kurt finally broke the uncomfortable silence, setting his fork down and looking over at Blaine.

            Blaine set his fork down too, looking at him. “Sure. Honesty hour, or something.” He chuckled.

            Kurt took a breath. “Why do you do it?” He asked, honestly curious.

            Blaine smirked a little. “Why do you watch?” The look on Kurt’s face was panicked and Blaine’s smirk dropped. “I just mean…it’s the thrill, right? I get so hot knowing someone is watching me, knowing I’m turning them on enough to make them come. The more people come back, the more I feel like I’m as sexy as I want to be.” He nodded slightly. “I guess it’s comparable to being a famous actor. It feels so good.”

            Kurt was watching him as he spoke. He’d never really gotten that feeling, but he seemed to understand. “Do you have a day job?” He asked.

            “I do. That coffee shop we went to last night, I’m the manager.” He smiled proudly, even if it wasn’t exactly some high class job.

            “Oh. Wow, that’s great.” Kurt said with a smile.

            “I’d ask you that question too, but I already know the answer.”

            “Because that’s not creepy at all.” Kurt said with a playful grin.

            “Mm, you love it.” Blaine winked and Kurt had to hold back his squeal. If he ever thought that Blaine was sexy before, add a wink and he was pure sex on a stick.

            “You shouldn’t do that.” Kurt said, looking down at his plate again.

            “Do what?” Blaine said, clearly amused.

            “Anything.” Kurt chuckled bashfully.

            “Ooh.” Blaine said with a smirk. “Is there a reason?”

            “I’m about to start asking personal questions.” Kurt nodded.

            “Have you not already been asking them?” Blaine raised an eyebrow.

            “Well…more like ‘are you single’.” Kurt responded and blushed a deep color again.

            “Yes.” Blaine said, swallowing back the nerves that were suddenly present. Kurt was a little surprised.

            “How? How the hell are you single?” Kurt didn’t even bother to hide his surprise.

“I’m sorry?” Blaine said, still a little amused.

“No. I’m just confused. You’re attractive, sweet, all around wonderful…” Kurt was to the point that he didn’t even care about the hole that he was digging himself in to.

“Maybe…” Blaine swallowed, “Maybe you’d like to try and change it.”

“What do you mean?” Kurt looked at him, now the one swallowing back his nerves.

“I think I’m asking you out, Hummel.” Blaine said playfully before standing up to clear his plate.

Kurt stared at him. As much as he was attracted to him, he couldn’t bring himself to say yes. He was still the man who fucked himself on camera for the enjoyment of others. But Kurt had also seen this side of him. He was actually really sweet. He knew how to keep a home and company. He’d taken care of him while he was too intoxicated to take care of himself. That was something that was never expected of him. Kurt was also embarrassed by it. It wasn’t often he got that drunk. He could have been raped or killed by the stranger that Blaine still was.

“I…” Kurt stuttered.

“Hey, it’s no rush.” Blaine said with a shrug, trying to hide his disappointment. Kurt frowned. He picked up on that pang of disappointment and he hated it. Seeing Blaine like that made him upset.

“No. I mean, no to what you said. The rusing part. There isn’t a rush, but I already made up mind. I would love to take you up on that offer. But…we’re going to do it my way.” Kurt rambled slightly, but with good intention. Blaine looked at him curiously.

“Tomorrow night. 7 pm. I’ll pick you up.” Kurt said. The idea made him so nervous, but he wanted to see that smile on Blaine’s face again. He wanted it so badly he was willing to do just about anything.

“Well. I like a man who takes action.” Blaine said, trying to smirk but just smiling fondly instead.

“Good. Because I’m not about to just sit back and take it, Anderson.”

Blaine finally managed that smirk. “We’ll see about that, Kurt.”