When Blaine woke next, the sun was just beginning to rise. He groaned, glancing briefly at Kurt's clock before closing his eyes and returning his head to Kurt's chest. 5:45 am is waaaay too early to be conscious. I wonder what woke me up...

Kurt's body trembled slightly beneath him, and Blaine rose up on his elbows, searching Kurt's face for signs of distress. Finding none, Blaine lay down again, pressing his cheek to Kurt's and whispering, "Don't worry; I'm right here, honey." Kurt gasped, his breath beginning to come in sharp, desperate-sounding pants. Blaine shifted, trying to pull away to look at Kurt's face again. His efforts were useless, however, as Kurt's arms had wound around him, holding him in place with more strength than Blaine realized Kurt had. If he was awake, he would have said something by now, Blaine thought as he tried to determine what was going on. He moved slightly, settling himself more securely between Kurt's thighs, and then he realized...

Kurt arched into him, his breathing becoming more and more erratic. Blaine groaned, resisting the urge to grind his hips into Kurt's. No, no, I can't do this; not if he isn't awake. I have to wake him up, have to stop this. Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulders, pressing his lips to his ear, "Wake up, Kurt. Please, please, wake up."

His only response was Kurt arching upwards again while squeezing his arms tightly around Blaine, forcing Blaine's body into closer contact with his own. Blaine shuddered, trying to keep his body as still as possible. No matter what happens, he'll be absolutely mortified when he wakes up. He squeezed Kurt's shoulders harder, raising his voice a little, "Wake up."

Again, the only response from Kurt was increasingly desperate movements of his body as he arched upwards more and more quickly. Blaine gritted his teeth, struggling mightily to resist the urge to respond in kind. He felt Kurt shudder beneath him before going still, his breathing slowing gradually.

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, closing his eyes and waiting. I almost hope he's awake now so we can deal with the awkwardness and go back to sleep...

Kurt woke with a start, his body too-warm and coated in sweat. I wasn't having a nightmare, so why am I...he shifted slightly and noticed he wasn't soaked only in sweat. He groaned, closing his eyes and throwing an arm over his face. Well, that answers that question. Another thought was in the back of his mind, and he took a deep breath as he tried to grasp it. His eyes snapped open as he remembered. He glanced down at Blaine, whose body was pressed tight against his...too tightly for Blaine to be asleep. Kurt sighed. "Blaine?" he whispered, half-hoping he wouldn't get a response.

Blaine shifted on top of him, turning his head to gaze up at Kurt.

"You're awake," Blaine said, his voice a little deeper than usual.

Kurt felt his cheeks heat, and he looked away before responding. "Yes," he sighed. "Yes, I am."

He closed his eyes as he felt Blaine shift on the bed. A warm hand pressed against his cheek, turning his head so he was looking at Blaine once more.

"Since you're up...would you mind helping me with a...problem I seem to have?" Blaine asked.

Kurt frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Blaine leaned forward, pressing his lips to Kurt's as he molded their bodies together. Kurt's eyes widened in understanding. Blaine pulled away, resting his forehead on Kurt's. His body was still tense, the muscles in his neck pulled taught and strain evident on his face. "What do you want me to do?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine closed his eyes briefly.

"Kiss me."

Kurt grasped Blaine's face, pulling him down and smashing their lips together. Blaine groaned, rolling his hips into Kurt's. Kurt arched upwards, relishing the contact and not caring about the mess in his pants. His hands moved away from Blaine's face, skimming down his sides to rest on his hips.

"Hold me," Blaine whispered roughly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, uncomprehending.

Blaine reached down, placing his hand over Kurt's and squeezing. "Tighter, please, Kurt…"

Kurt closed his eyes. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

Blaine pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You won't." Kurt opened his mouth to protest, but Blaine silenced him with a quick, hard kiss. "I know what you're going to say. That it might not hurt now because I'm 'caught up in the moment' and that I'll regret it later." He kissed him again. "And while I probably won't feel any pain now, I certainly won't regret this later." He leaned back, holding Kurt's eyes with his own.

"I want to look in the mirror and see the imprints of your hands on my hips. To know that the marks were made by someone I love, who loves me for who I am, and not by people who couldn't stand my existence." He pressed a kiss to Kurt's nose, leaning down and resting his forehead on Kurt's. "Please?" he breathed.

Kurt groaned, arching upward to press his lips to Blaine's and grasping the other boy's hips firmly, his thumbs digging into the bones of Blaine's hips.

"I'm close," Blaine whispered, his body moving more quickly.

One of Kurt's hands moved to the back of Blaine's neck, the other remaining on his hip and squeezing harder. Blaine's tongue traced Kurt's lips, soft and gentle, a request rather than a demand for entrance.

Kurt parted his lips, groaning softly as Blaine's tongue began tracing the inside of his mouth. Kurt's hand moved from its place on Blaine's hip, reaching to palm at the bulge in Blaine's pants.

Above him, Blaine froze, and Kurt tensed in response. "I'm sorry-" he started, only to be cut off by Blaine's lips crashing against his. "Again," Blaine, whispered brokenly. "Please, please do that again." The hand on Blaine's neck moved to tangle in his curls, tugging his face closer to Kurt's.

"Alright, alright," Kurt said, laughing softly. "So impatient…" he trailed off, pressing his lips to the skin beneath Blaine's ear while his hand resumed his ministrations.

Blaine buried his face in Kurt's neck, groaning softly and arching into Kurt's palm.

Kurt's hand began moving faster, the fingers of his other hand fisting in Blaine's curls. He felt Blaine tense above him before his body began to shudder uncontrollably. Kurt continued moving his hand, stroking Blaine until he stilled above him and whispering sweetly in his ear.

Blaine rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, his breathing becoming more steady and his heartbeat slowing gradually.

"I know you don't want to think about this right now," Kurt said, " but there is no way I'm going back to sleep unless I change."

Blaine burst out laughing, burying his face in Kurt's chest to muffle the sound.

"Me either," he said softly, peeking up at Kurt. He leaned forward, bumping noses with his boyfriend before leaving the bed.

"Do you mind if I get us some clean clothes?" he asked, gesturing towards the closet.

Kurt bit his lip, considering. He never really let anyone else touch his closet-he wasn't willing to let his organization be compromised-but he really didn't want to get up.

"Go ahead," he replied, sitting up and running a hand through his hair.

Blaine peered into the closet, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of clothing Kurt had jammed into it.

He glanced over his shoulder. "A little help?" he pleaded.

Kurt chuckled. "The hangers furthest to the right should have something for us."

Blaine stepped into the closet, stretching his arms to rifle through the clothing. He grabbed two pairs of lounge pants, tossing one in Kurt's direction before stepping out of the closet.

A muffled "Hey" greeted him as he turned around. Blaine smiled widely at his boyfriend before stepping into the small area with Kurt's vanity to change.

"Just leave the dirty clothes in my hamper; I'll do laundry later today."

Kurt crept up behind Blaine, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist. "Thank goodness I do my own laundry," he chuckled. "Otherwise, this has the potential to be very, very awkward."

Blaine turned in Kurt's arms, resting his head on his chest. The boys were quiet for a moment. "I almost feel like I should apologize…" Blaine said.

Kurt tugged gently on Blaine's hair, then grabbed his hand and led the way back to the bed. He lay down, holding his arms open with an expectant expression on his face. Blaine crawled into bed, pulling the covers over both of them and snuggling into Kurt's side.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Kurt whispered, stroking Blaine's hair. "Let's talk about it later, though, okay? I'm really tired…."

Blaine pressed a kiss to one of Kurt's ribs before whispering, "Good night, Kurt."

Kurt sighed, wrapping his arms more snugly around Blaine.

"Good night."