"Kurt, are you awake yet?"

That was Blaine's voice. Wait, where was he? Why was Blaine here? He forced his eyes opened only to immediately shut them again. The light burned his eyes. What had happened? Why was his head throbbing?

A warm hand covered his and he felt a pair of lips on his cheek. Blaine was trying to comfort him. "Come on, Kurt, open your eyes. You have to drink some water so you can feel better."

Reluctantly, Kurt forced his eyes open and saw Blaine's smiling face above him. "Why're you so happy?" he grumbled. "I feel like crap."

"Yeah, that's how you feel when you have a hangover."

Hangover. The word echoed around in Kurt's mind. He had a hangover. That meant that he had gotten drunk. But he didn't get drunk. He was Kurt Hummel for God's sake. He hadn't touched a drop of alcohol since the incident where he had puked on Ms. Pillsbury's shoes. "How'd I get a hangover? I don't drink."

Blaine laughed and the sound, normally so sweet, pounded against his ear drums. He moaned, closing his eyes and burrowing into the covers. He probably looked like crap as well. He seriously doubted he didn't his skin care routine last night. And he didn't have to touch his hair to know that it was messy to. "I look horrible." He whined.

He felt the bed creak and Blaine lay down next to him. A strong arm was wrapped around his waist and Blaine's other hand was gently stroking Kurt's face, coaxing him to open his eyes. When he did he saw Blaine's hazel colored eyes staring into his. That smile was still on Blaine's face. "To answer your question, from what I saw last night, you do indeed drink, Princess Kurtie." Kurt frowned at the nickname. Where had that come from? But wait; if he had been drunk…Kurt's face went red. Had he come up with that nickname last night? He did briefly recall something about asking Blaine to be a prince.

Blaine kissed all over his face. Kurt knew how much Blaine loved it when he blushed. "And Kurt, you could never look horrible. You're adorable." After one last kiss on his forehead, Blaine got up and helped Kurt into a sitting position. Kurt moaned as his head gave another particularly painful throb. Blaine allowed him to rest against his shoulder as he took a glass of water and placed it against Kurt's lips. Kurt took a little sip and found that the water did help a bit. He still felt awful though.

"What happened last night?" he groaned, massaging his forehead. Everything was a bit hazy. He got brief flashes of lights, music, Karofsky, and a kiss. His eyes went wide. "Oh Gaga, did Karofsky kiss me again?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, but someone did." He bit his lip nervously.

"Who?"

Blaine closed his eyes. "I think you'd feel worse if I told you." He mumbled, not looking at Kurt.

"Blaine, I want to know."

"I know you want to know, I just don't know how you'll react."

"Tell me."

"No. You have a hangover. If I told you, you would only feel worse."

"Blaine, I want to know!"

"Well, someone's bitchy today."

"Blaine, don't start with me. I have a killer hangover and I'm six seconds away from choking you with your own bowtie for not telling me. I want to know who kissed me. I think it's my business."

Blaine let out a sigh. "Fine. You remember Sebastian?"

Kurt's mouth fell open. He lifted a shaking hand up to his lips, touching them lightly. No…it couldn't be true. "Sebastian kissed me?"

"Yeah." Was the answer he received.

And suddenly Kurt could remember it. He had been forced against the dirty bathroom wall and Sebastian had been kissing him. Well, it was more like mouth raping him.

Kurt gagged a little and ran into the bathroom. For the next ten minutes he brushed his teeth furiously and used lots and lots of mouth wash, much to Blaine's amusement. When he came back in the room, he stood at the end of the bed and demanded to be told what had happened last night.

Blaine was hesitant until Kurt threatened to leave. Then he spilled. He told Kurt about his talk with Karofsky, which made Kurt blush. He told him about the dancing and Sebastian's flirting. He told him how two dudes had distracted him and how he had walked in on Sebastian kissing Kurt. He knew Blaine was leaving a few things out, but that was probably to protect Kurt's ego. He had acted like a fool when he was drunk, and he was thoroughly embarrassed, despite Blaine saying that he had been ridiculously adorable.

Kurt was now sitting on the bed again, avoiding Blaine's attempts to hold him because he was still pissed at the boy for letting him get drunk, even though he knew he was really his own fault.

"So, when we got home you called my dad, right?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah. And then, after you were done being adorable, we went to bed." Blaine concluded.

Kurt suspected that wasn't all, but didn't push. If Blaine didn't tell him then it was obviously really embarrassing and shouldn't be repeated, ever.

The rest of the day was spent nursing Kurt's hangover and watching movies. They both tried to pretend that last night hadn't happened. Occasionally Kurt would bring it up, but every time he said the name Sebastian a look that Kurt had never seen before appeared on Blaine's face. It was a look of rage, hate, and the promise of pain. His hazel eyes would darken and a frown would appear on his face until Kurt kissed it away and assured Blaine that Sebastian meant nothing to him.

At eight o' clock on the dot, Blaine dropped Kurt off at his house. They stood at the front door, Blaine with his arms wrapped around Kurt and Kurt with his head on Blaine's shoulder. They had been standing there for a good five minutes before Kurt decided it was time to go inside. But when he tried to pull away from his boyfriend, Blaine only tightened his grip.

"Blaine, I have to go. I have no doubt my dad is watching us right now to make sure there's no funny business."

"But I don't want you to go, Kurt. You're so soft." Blaine hugged him tighter and one hand caressed Kurt's arm.

"And you're needy, Blaine Anderson." Kurt chuckled. "While I would love to be wrapped in your arms forever, I have school tomorrow and so do you. I need my beauty sleep if I'm going to continue to look this fabulous."

Blaine lowered his head so their foreheads were touching. "I'm going to miss you." He whispered.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "We go to the same school, Blaine. I'll see you in a few hours."

"It's too long." Blaine mumbled, pouting.

Kurt moved his hands and cupped Blaine's face, smirking. "Just a few hours, Blaine, and then you can hug me till your arms fall off, okay?"

Blaine sighed. "Fine," He released his hold on Kurt. "But you're not getting away without a good night kiss!" Kurt gave a little squeak of surprise as Blaine swooped down and caught his lips. He slid his arms around Blaine's neck and they kissed passionately until Kurt heard a knock on the door, the sign Burt Hummel gave when it was time for them to stop making out and come inside.

With one more peck and a whispered, "I love you." Blaine got in his car and drove off, a content smile on his face.

Kurt rolled his eyes and let himself in. After assuring Burt that he was fine and no, Blaine wasn't pressuring him or anything, he went to his room and threw himself down on the bed, a huge smile present on his face. Two whole days he had spent with Blaine. He hoped they could do that again sometime soon. He loved falling asleep with Blaine holding him, warming him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Blaine was the perfect boyfriend, and Kurt was so glad to have found him.

He was lost in thoughts about his handsome, amazing, dapper boyfriend when his phone buzzed. Suspecting Mercedes or Blaine, Kurt looked down at the screen only to see an unfamiliar number. He opened the text all the same. Maybe one of his friends had changed their numbers. His eyes scanned the message and his heart stopped.

There were two words on the glowing screen.

Hey, Princess ;) -S

Sebastian. After Kurt got over his shock, his face grew angry and he quickly typed a reply.

How the hell did you get my number? :( -K

I may or may not have asked the Warblers to give me your number. Told them we were BFFs:) Which is true, right Princess?-S

The Warblers. He was going to have a serious conversation via the phone about giving his number to random people.

No, we are not friends! And they had no right to give you my number! -K

It was that or stealing gel head's phone last night at the bar. My way was easier -S

Before Kurt could reply, he received another text.

Anyway, I think you're hot so I should have your number-S

That is not a reason!:O -K

Kurt wasn't even sure why he continued to text Sebastian. He should just not answer. But then Sebastian would probably leave a whole ton of messages on the phone till it annoyed Kurt so much that he would answer anyway.

I think it is:) You are hot & I want to talk to you -S

Still not a reason-K

What if I gave you a peace offering? Here's a rose - S

I don't want your stupid rose. I want you to stop texting me. I have a boyfriend, Sebastian. Ever heard of them? -K

Yeah, I've heard of them. And I want to be yours. Boyfriends sext, right? I think we should sext XD-S

Kurt's whole face turned read in embarrassment. He hadn't even sexted with Blaine and he definitely wasn't going to do so with Sebastian.

No! I'm not going to sext with you! If you have a problem why don't you just get reacquainted with your hand? I'm sure you know each other well. –K

I'd rather it be your hand, Princess ;) –S

Kurt turned an even darker shade of red.

I bet you're blushing so hard right now. Am I getting you all hot & bothered, Kurtie? –S

No! You're just making me think how sad it is that you're totally dissing your hand. I bet you guys are so close. Judging by your attitude and lack of sex appeal, you guys hang out all the time. –K

Someone's feisty ;D But don't lie, Princess. You know I'm hot as hell. And experienced, so I know moves that will drive you wild- S

Keep winking like that and you'll develop a tick in your eye. And also, I think you are mistaking yourself for someone good looking, because you sir are anything but- K

Oh, Kurtie, you are hurting my feelings:( Come on, I'm way sexier than gel head with his stupid face & puppy dog eyes. I gots abs and a huge package :D- S

Blaine is way hotter than you. And he's actually nice and not an a** hole like some people –K

I'm not sure what people you're talking about, Princess ;)- S

And Anderson, hot? Please. Maybe I thought that for like 2 seconds, but then I saw your sexy ass- S

So romantic :-7- K

That was sarcasm by the way, in case you're too thick to realize it. –K

I am thick, Princess. Just not in the head ;) And I can be very romantic when I want to be –S

Kurt chose to ignore the sexual hints that Sebastian kept giving him and instead focused on getting it though Sebastian's stupid head that Kurt didn't like him.

I call BS –K

No, really, I can. How can I prove it to you?- S

You can't. You're just an annoying meerkat faced hormonal teenager who has sex with anything that moves- K

Not anything. I don't do girls. Boobs are not my thing. Though I do like ass. And you have a very nice ass, Princess:) –S

While I thank you for the compliment, you will not be seeing my butt anytime soon- K

Oh, but I think I will. I still have to prove to you that I can be romantic. Expect a present tomorrow, Princess. It'll arrive in Glee club. –S

I don't want any presents from you! You're not my boyfriend, Sebastian! –K

Sebastian was really annoying Kurt, and he wanted nothing more to strangle the blonde boy.

But I want to be, Princess. I think you're the hottest damn thing I've ever seen, and I can't stop thinking about you. You can't resist me forever. Eventually you'll realize that I can be a much, much better boyfriend than Blaine. And when you do, we can continue where we left off in the bathroom- S

That was it. Sebastian had crossed a line and bitch Kurt had been released.

Listen, ass hole. I love Blaine, not you. I will never love you and will never go out with your slutty STD ridden ass. You may be used to being around boys who are easy, and you may be able to convince them with your little smirk and obnoxious hair, but I'm not being fooled. The minute I slept with you, you would leave me and move onto your next fuck. You should move on to another boy who will spread his legs for you like a good little whore, because that's not me. So stay the hell away from me, Sebastian. I like romance, and cuddling, and hand holding. Not quick fucks in the restroom of a gay bar. Blaine treats me right and he's willing to wait until I'm willing and comfortable to move any further. He loves me, and I love him. You could never, ever compare to that. -K

Kurt was ready to stop the conversation, sure that Sebastian couldn't possibly reply to that, but then a minute later his phone beeped again. Taking a deep breath, he opened the message and read it.

I like to cuddle- S

That was all it said. Kurt's stared at the screen, more than a little angry. Why couldn't Sebastian just take a hint? Kurt didn't like him and he never would.

Then go cuddle with yourself- K

With that Kurt put his phone on his bed side table and blatantly ignored the constant beeping of his phone. He changed into his pajamas and did his skin care routine. Then he slipped into bed and, because he was a bit curious, he glanced at his phone and saw seventeen new messages, all from Sebastian. Without a second thought he turned off his phone so he wouldn't have to hear that annoying beep anymore. Normally that beep meant lovey dovey texts from Blaine, or one of his friends in need of fashion advice. But now it meant stupid, arrogant Sebastian.

Kurt considered turning his phone back on and calling Blaine to tell him about this, but decided not to. He would tell him tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. He didn't know how Blaine was going to react. Blaine wasn't exactly the kind of guy would go beat someone up, was he?

Pulling his soft, soft blanket over his shoulders, Kurt placed his head on his pillow and decided that the best thing he could do was ignore Sebastian. The boy would get bored with him eventually and then he would leave him alone. Sebastian didn't seem like the type of guy to wait for anyone.

Content with this information, Kurt closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Sebastian would give up eventually. He wouldn't do anything stupid or drastic.

Kurt had no idea how very wrong he was.