Kurt didnt fall asleep. Too full of caffeine and adrenaline, his body fought it even though he needed it. Instead he just stared at the boy beside him, who seemed to have no issue slumbering in a strange bed, as he alternated between lightly snoring and smacking his lips. Both things were on Kurts unwritten list of pet peeves, but somehow he found it endearing on Blaine.

The same went for the body hair. Kurt made a point of keeping himself as trim as possible, and completely hairless wherever possible. He expected the same level of hygiene from any lover, and yet his fingers kept drifting to Blaines rising and falling chest to play with the short dark curls that trailed down his torso.

Good god, was this love?

Kurt blanched at the thought. He had hoped that by screwing around with Blaine he would have alleviated the itch hed been suffering for the past few months. Instead it made it all worse. It didnt make any rational sense either. Blaine wasnt Kurts type - at least the type he had decided upon long ago. Blaine was short, hairy, and certainly didnt have an attractive foreign accent the way the man Kurt had long ago dreamed about would have. He was thoroughly unattractive when he ate, always talking with his mouth full and dripping sauce everywhere. He also owned far too many primary colored polo shirts.

Yet for every reason Kurt could think of for how wrong Blaine was for him, he couldnt help but grin whenever Blaine murmured something incomprehensible in his sleep or unconsciously reached to pull Kurt closer to him. Maybe it was the novelty of having someone spend the night he reasoned with himself. Yes, that had to be it. Hed always booted his one night stands out promptly after he was done with them.

So why hadnt he booted Blaine out then? Why on earth had he invited Blaine to his bed after they were done? How good was the sex that he had become so irrational?

The answer was - very good.

Kurt didnt usually bottom for starters. He preferred controlling the action and his experiences bottoming pre-Blaine had been awkward and left him without any enjoyment. With Blaine though, on both occasions, he had been able to let go of his domineering side and just enjoy himself. What was more was that Kurt was sure hed never come harder in his life with Blaine. But was it worth the risk to have that enjoyment again if it meant having some kind of relationship. Kurt knew a great deal about sex, but virtually nothing about relationships.

His thoughts were put on hold though as a banging down the hall startled Blaine awake beside him, and, not knowing what else to do, Kurt snapped his own eyes shut and feigned that he was sleeping. If Blaine woke up, he would surely leave and Kurt didnt want to engage in any awkward post hook-up conversation. He had been through too many of those to want to have another. There was always the fumbling attempts of holding up a conversation, the suggestion that they "do this again", and then the slow push to get the other party out the door.

Blaine didnt move to leave though, much to Kurts surprise. Instead there was a shift on the bed beside him as Blaine sat up for a moment and took in the surroundings, and then Kurt found himself being wrapped up in an arm and his forehead kissed gently as Blaine settled back down aside him.

It was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome.

Kurt found himself melting into Blaine, fur and all, as he seemingly fell back asleep when his breath became shallow against Kurts cheek. He could have happily spent the afternoon like that, if it wasnt for the interruption that came barging through his door unannounced.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"
"Oh my god! I cant! I mean… holy hell!"

The entrance of Santana and Quinn, without so much as a knock on the door, woke Blaine right back up and Kurt quickly reached to pull the blanket up to his neck even though he hadnt been exposed below the waist, hissing at the two females that had entered his room without reason. "What the hell?!"

Beside him Blaine groaned as he made eye contact with Santana and pulled the sheet up over his head, burying himself into the pillow aside Kurt and saying something that could vaguely be translated as "Why?"

Kurts eyes snapped to Quinn when a flash went off and Kurt bared his teeth, damn near growling at Quinn as she looked down at her camera to check the picture she had just taken of them. "Get out!"

"Oh hell no. This is wanky as hell. Im not leaving until you two start making out in front of me!" Santana said, smirk running across her face as she advanced further into Kurts room without even asking for permission.

"Go away!" Came the muffled voice of Blaine beside him, still hiding below the sheets.

"I cant believe you Kurt! I told you! I honestly JUST told you earlier today about this being a bad idea…." Quinn uttered, eyes wide and head shaking as she gawked at him after looking up from her camera screen.

"Oh my god! Get out! This is completely unacceptable! I will alert the student residency coordinator and you will get in trouble!" Kurt threatened them as best as he could, even though he was well aware that they had all the power right then.

"Lookie here Quinn! Used condom and empty bottle of lube! Hot!" Santana called out, apparently opting to ignore Kurt as she poked around in the wastebasket with a ruler she had swiped off the desk.

"Ew."

"Can you not?!" Kurt bared his teeth, ready to jump up and expose all of himself if necessary at that point. This had all gone far enough.

"Someone had quite the load… I guess well know who when we see whos limping later…."

"Shut up Santana!" Blaine yelled from below.

"Oh the blackmail is going to be good on this…." Santana smirked, going back to Quinn who was still shaking her head at Kurt like her opinion mattered at that point. "... well see you two at practice… and then we talk."

Kurt glared at them until they left, Santana having to pull Quinn along. The door snapped closed behind them, and Kurt fell back into his pillow with a moan. Blaine chose that moment to pull the covers off his head and glanced over to Kurt with a half smile. "Hey."

Kurt looked back to the boy he had just been enjoying up until the invasion, unable to even force a smile. "I hate our friends."

Blaine chuckled and for a moment Kurt forgot the predicament he was in, sleeping with the enemy as Quinn would no doubt call it. That moment hinted at how easy it would be to just keep inviting Blaine to his bed, to ask for more, and for him to not have to worry about the repercussions of his lust.

"Theyre going to make unreasonable demands you know."

Blaine shrugged, "So?"

Kurt noticed the other boy had made no motion to get out of his bed at this point, so he slipped out and went to put on something simple, ever mindful of the fact that Blaines eyes never left his body as he did.

"Do you even know either of them? Theyll threaten to out this…" Kurt gestured between himself and Blaine, "...whatever this is… and well get in hell from our coaches."

Again Blaine shrugged, a rather maddening gesture for the moment, at least to Kurt. "So what? Its no secret that Santana and Brittany are together and theyre on opposing teams. What should it matter if we are? Theres no official rules against it… just some stupid competitive unwritten one."

Kurt sighed as he pulled a tank top over him and looked into his mirror. Before him was the picture of a boy that was clearly sporting bedhead, dark circles around his eyes, and hadnt really looked at himself below the surface in a damned long time. It would be too easy to just agree with Blaine and say to hell with it all. If there was one thing Kurt knew, it was that nothing was ever as easy as people might make things out to be. There was always a catch.

"We were just fooling around Blaine. It doesnt matter anyhow."

Eyes purposely averted, Kurt couldnt see how his words might have affected Blaine, and while he hoped for disappointment, he also knew he wouldnt be able to see relief if that was what Blaine was feeling.

He definitely didnt want to look if he spotted relief.

"I dont fool around Kurt." Blaine finally said after a second that took too long to pass. His tone deadly serious and somber. Kurt couldnt help but look back then to see Blaine was anything but relieved. If Kurt has to guess, based on how round Blaines eyes were then, and how hard he was clutching the blanket, Kurt might have said that Blaine was probably feeling insulted.

"Well then what are you expecting from me Blaine…?" Kurt huffed, hands flipping out to either side. "... Im the captain of the other cheer team, the biggest he-bitch around, probably going to end up in middle management one day where Ill hate my job, and clearly something of a slut. You think Im relationship material?"

Blaine frowned as he looked back at Kurt with those ever calculating amber eyes while Kurt breathed deeply. He was being self deprecating and he knew it, but if Blaine wasnt going to take the easy way out of his room, then Kurt would have to be a little bit more forceful.

"None of that bothers me Kurt."

"Well it should."

Blaine shrugged and Kurt groaned, turning away from him to grab a comb and work on making his hair decent before practice. He hated shrugging. It was the most ambiguous and irritating gesture of them all. The equivalent of saying whatever for body language.

There was a shuffling behind him, and Kurt breathed in relief as he finally figured Blaine was taking the hint and going, but Blaine ended up being reflected in the mirror behind him, setting a hand on each of Kurts shoulders from behind as Kurt watched his jaw drop in the mirror.

"Youre not just those things Kurt… and its not up to you to decide what I think is relationship material, so unless you outright tell me youre completely disinterested in me, Im not going to stop Kurt. I like you."

Kurt flushed right up, wishing his pale skin didnt look so blotchy when it reddened, especially when he was in a state where he had to see himself. Blaine just stayed in place though, waiting for a response while looking into the mirror at Kurts reflected eyes. Kurt should have told him he wasnt interested. That he was never interested. That it was all just done for fun.

But Kurt didnt say a thing.

Quintessental
Nice tag-teaming there Snix.

AuntieSnix
Good on you for slipping the key into his lock without him hearing!

KittysKorner
Did I miss something? Are we all one big team now?

FondueForMew
Oh! That would be so much fun!