"Fuck! Shit! Cock!"

Those were not exactly the words Blaine intended to wake up to. Nor did he expect the pulsing pain in his temples indicative of a hangover or the all-over ache in his bones and muscles. He forced his eyelids open then snapped them shut just as quickly as the light seeping into his eyes confirmed his hangover as it made his eyes tighten and burn. However, he pried them open again, just to slivers, to look towards the raging voice.

Kurt.

Memories of the night before hit him, making the migraine seem ten times as worse as the depth of his drunkenness was revealed. Hed never had a drunken hook up before. Hell, hed argued against them in past conversations. He had said they were immature and irresponsible and, yet, here he was.

Before him Kurt was seeking out his clothing, half dressed and smeared with the remnants of their glow painting which had been mixed with sweat and… well… other stuff. He was shaking his head and muttering curses under his breath, unaware that Blaine was now awake and Blaine had to wonder if it would be easier to just shut his eyes and feign that he was still out until Kurt left.

But that wasnt Blaine.

"Hey…"

Kurt snapped his head up, looking at Blaine with glossed over eyes, suggesting that he was probably suffering just as much from last nights drinking as Blaine was.

"Hey… uh… I have practice."

"Oh…" Blaine nodded and forced himself to sit up, ensuring the blanket stayed wrapped around his torso even though Kurt had seen it all last night. Now that Blaine had his senses back to him, he also remembered his shame. "You left your shirt at the party I think… you can borrow one of mine…"

Kurt grumbled under his breath about the shirt being an original something but nodded to Blaine who kept the blanket wrapped around himself as he went to fish through his drawers and found a T-shirt he was willing to part with.

"Here." He handed it off to Kurt who actually looked it over appraisingly, as if he had other choices, before putting it on.

"Thanks. See you later."

And that was it. Kurt left without anything else to say and Blaine stood there with a blanket, which now needed to be washed with all the spunk, paint, and sweat on it, in stunned silence still trying to sort out the past twelve hours in his mind.

Eventually he decided that moping in bed and nursing the hangover wasnt going to help him feel any better. Besides, he had to get ready to see his family.

That was the cue for his phone to come alive as it rang. Blaine hastily picked it up, making sure he remembered to sound "normal" so his mom wouldnt worry and lecture him if she caught any whiff of him being hungover or having one-nighters.

"Hey mom."

"Hey sweetie. How are you?"

"Alright. Looking forward to seeing you later."

"Yeah… about that…."

Blaine listened in as his mom informed him that the family wouldnt be getting together. Both her and his dad had found some good paying part-time work over the holidays and couldnt say no. She argued that it was necessary to help them all get out of debt and this sacrifice would help them all in the long run. She told Blaine they wanted to help him out like he had helped them. She said theyd see him as soon as they could and that they all loved him.

Dont cry, he thought to himself as he set the phone down at the end of their conversation.

Dont cry, he thought to himself as he forced himself down the hall to the common showers.

Dont cry, he thought to himself while crying quietly in the spray of the shower.

He missed his family. They were everything to him. He had been looking forward to spending time with them and just honestly relaxing with them. Being free to be himself without all the drama of cheer and the stress of school work. Now he was spending his holidays in a place where he felt alone most of the time, even when other people were always around him.

The shower wasnt enough for his catharsis, so he went to the gym and forced himself to sweat as he worked out harder than he had in a long time. Every now and then hed peek out the window that looked down into the gym at the stunt team practicing. Kurt had managed to squeeze in a shower and get himself changed, and aside from a very forced looking walk, no one might have known that anything was awry with him.

Blaine was watching as the five person group, under the watch of the brutish looking coach, made a standing pyramid formation, with Kurt at the peak. It was quite a thing to behold, and Blaine was sure only Kurt would be able to pull off the jump he knew, from watching them practice the same routine before, was coming.

Except he didnt this time.

Kurt didnt extend his leg as far as he needed to in order for the jump to work, and, in slow motion to Blaines eyes, he watched as Kurt fell and twisted over himself. There was a cry of pain he could hear all the way up and through the glass, and Blaine was running out of the weight room and down to the gym before he realized what he was doing.

When he got there, Kurt was surrounded by his teammates and the coach was knelt over him, helping him sit up even though Kurt was hissing through his teeth in pain from the movement.

He knew he was getting stared at by the other cheer members as he slid in and kneeled at Kurts other side, looking over him with worry and panic and asking if he should call for an ambulance.

The coach glanced up at him, brows rising as she took in the new sight. "Campus doctor is already on his way cupcake."

Blaine nodded and looked at Kurts face then. His teeth were gritted down on themselves, his eyes wrenched together, and every muscle tense. Blaine wasnt sure what exactly was wrong just by looking over him, but he could tell that Kurt must be in some kind of unimaginable pain to be so wrecked by it.

"Whatre we going to do Coach?" One of the other cheer members asked somewhere behind him. "We have a competition tomorrow."

Asshole, Blaine thought to himself. Who the hell cared about that when Kurt was hurt on the ground right now.

"Ill be fine." Kurt hissed through his teeth.

"Yeah pumpkin…. well let the doctor decide that."

Blaine waited with them all, blushing under Kurt periodic looks towards him. His brow was furrowed and it was like he was trying to ask Blaine a question with those blue eyes, but Blaine couldnt decipher it.

They were pushed back when the doctor arrived, a nurse in tow, and examined Kurt. Blaine bit his lip nervously, folding his arms over his chest and wishing he knew more about medicine to understand the occasional technical term they were using.

"Well…" The nurse said as he stood up to talk to the coach while the doctor continued to work on Kurt. "... Hes down for now. Sprain in his ankle and lower back from the fall and bruising all around them. You know the drill coach. If hes caught in practice or in a competition before the doctor gives his approval, you get fined."

Blaine took in a heavy breath and held it. Sprains. That wasnt too bad. Those would just fix themselves with time and care.

"Yeah I know buttercup…." The coach sighed, ignoring the murmurs of the cheer members behind her and Blaine, all ridiculously worried about the competition coming up instead of how Kurt was doing.

Kurt meanwhile was arguing with the doctor over the severity of his injuries, insisting hed be fine with a little rest. It tugged up the corner of Blaines mouth to watch because if there was one thing he knew about Kurt, it was that he was stubborn to the point of insanity, and the whole scene was endearing to watch play out.

Endearing….

Blaines stomach flip-flopped as he caught himself thinking it. He was falling for Kurt. Kurt, the school bitch, the one hed just had the most ridiculously amazing sex with under the influence of alcohol, the guy who alternated between hating on him and being vaguely pleasant, the guy who captained the Sirens - his rival cheer team.

JBIatSCU
Who was caught doing walk of shames after last nights big party? Well! Check out my tumblr for all the gossip and pictures to find out more!
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KittysKorner
Oh my god JBI. Did you seriously just get up really early and stalk around campus to take pictures of people leaving dorms?
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AuntieSnix
Oooo… Kurts on there!

Quintessential
…. by your captains dorm.

FondueForMew
Oh snap!