Blaine groaned as the obnoxiously bright sunlight tried to sneak it's way in through his tightly closed eyelids. He gripped his head, not able to believe how much it was pounding. He groaned again as he pried his eyes open and struggled to sit up.

Confusion set in as he glanced around the room with bleary eyes. He didn't recognize anything about this place. The walls, the curtains, the bedding. He lifted up the covers to peak underneath.

Well, look at that. I'm naked.

He scrunched up his nose and rubbed over his sleep-heavy eyes, trying to remember what had happened and where he was. He found it hard to believe that he had found a girl to hook up with. Hadn't they gone to a gay bar?

That's when it hit him. He hadn't found a girl to hook up with.

Oooooh my god. I slept with a man.

A tight knot clenched in his stomach as memories suddenly flooded his mind.

Shit! Fuck, shit, damn it all to hell! I slept with a man! I fucking slept with a man!

Memories of clothing tossed aside, even ripped slightly in their desperation.

Ass! Fuck! Shit! Piss! Balls! Hell! Freaking, fucking crap on a stick!

Memories of crashing to the bed, limbs wrapped around each other, thrusting together frantically.

Jesus fucking christ! Fucking hell! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He dashed out of the bed, stumbling around blindly, searching for his clothes.

His knees grew weak and all of the air left his lungs when he suddenly remembered begging to put the other man's dick in his mouth. Like, seriously begging.

What were you thinking you motherfucking dickwad?! You didn't just sleep with him! You begged to sleep with him! He's going to hate you when you walk out of here with no intention of calling him for a date! This is the biggest clusterfuck in the history of your entire life!

"Morning."

Blaine looked up abruptly as a voice spoke in amusement from the doorway of the bedroom. He promptly slipped on the jeans he was trying to pull on backwards and fell face forward onto the floor with a loud 'ka-thunk', disappearing behind the bed. He heard a strangled cough that he figured was an attempt to hide laughter, and flushed deep red. He pulled together every ounce of dignity and resolve that he could manage, yanked his jeans all the way up, and stood to his feet.

"Morning," he responded in a rough voice, looking anywhere but at the other person in the room.

"I've gotta be honest," the voice spoke again, this time a little closer. "I'm surprised that you stayed. I figured you'd book it out of here the moment we were done."

"Yeah, I, uh, you know," he cleared his throat and laughed nervously, "the alcohol. I guess I kinda passed out."

"Sure," the other man came over to sit on the bed. "You definitely passed out, after insisting that we cuddle. I've never been much of a cuddler, but you were quite insistent. You're like a giant, damn koala."

Blaine closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall.

"Oh my gooood. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod."

The light tinkling laughter sounded throughout the room again and Blaine looked up, all of a sudden remembering how much he had loved that laugh at the bar.

Kurt. That's right. His name is Kurt.

"Um, Kurt. I don't... I don't know what exactly..." he trailed off, inexplicably feeling a heavy lump form in his throat. He genuinely had no idea what to say. He genuinely had no idea what he was even feeling.

"Can I ask," Kurt bit the inside of his lip, hesitating. "How much do you remember from last night?"

Blaine froze, feeling his heart race. What had happened that he didn't remember?

"I-I remember the... sex," he forced himself to say the actual word, and not sound like a mortified high schooler by saying 'when we did stuff.'

Kurt nodded without speaking, looking at him carefully. After a moment Blaine realized that he expected him to continue.

"After that, I really don't..." Blaine paused, pressing a palm into his eye and rubbing fiercely. Why couldn't he remember anything after that? He hadn't been that drunk since his fraternity days.

Kurt looked down at his lap then, nodding slowly to himself.

"Did I do or say something really embarrassing that I should know of?" He couldn't even bring himself to laugh awkwardly this time.

"No," Kurt smiled reassuringly. Blaine could have sworn that there was just the slightest bit of hesitation, but he dismissed it when Kurt spoke confidently and calmly. "Not at all, besides almost smothering me in my sleep with your cuddling," he winked. Blaine whimpered, knowing his face was bright red once again.

"Look, Blaine. I'm going to make this easy on you."

Blaine looked directly into those bright blue eyes then. They were so kind. So genuine. So non-judgmental. God, he felt like shit.

"This was a one nighter. It's not something I make a habit of doing. I know from what you said last night that its something you're not in the habit of doing either. I also know that a big part of the awkwardness you're feeling right now is because this was the first time you were with another guy. I hope you're able to remember what I said at the bar. There's nothing wrong with a little fun, and we were very responsible and safe, so please don't stress and over analyze."

He paused, opening his mouth like he wanted to say more, but snapped it shut quickly. He closed his eyes for a split second, as if resolving himself.

"Anyway, please know though that there is no expectation from me to call, or check in, or go on an obligatory date with me, where we'll both end up feeling awkward. I had an amazing time, but I don't expect anything from you now, so please don't let that be something you worry about."

Blaine stared silently, feeling his heart sink, and not able to understand, in the slightest, why that was. He nodded with forced smile.

"Great. I mean, that sounds good. Thanks for making me feel so comfortable, and for letting me know that we're on the same page." Although now that I know what page you're on I suddenly feel like I've been punched in the feelings...

"Good, okay." Kurt smiled as he stood from the bed. "I don't mean to rush you, but I have to get to work and I don't feel very at ease with leaving a complete stranger alone in my apartment."

"Yeah, absolutely," Blaine muttered, hands grasping at his pants to try and fasten them, not able to figure out why he was having trouble doing so.

"It might help if your pants weren't on backwards," Kurt observed, smothering a laugh behind his hand.

"Oh, wow. You're right, that would help." Oh. Lord! Could I be any more awkward?

He started to pull down his pants to fix them, then realized that Kurt was still sitting here. He blushed but looked up pointedly. Kurt snickered one last time and moved to leave the room, speaking over his shoulder as he went.

"It's cute that you're so embarrassed for me to see you naked when just last night you were fucking my mouth with your cock."

Blaine groaned once the door shut, falling forward onto the bed to grovel in his embarrassment.

"Can I make you some breakfast real quick before you leave? I hate to just boot you out on an empty stomach."

Blaine jumped at Kurt's voice. He had been stepping lightly toward the front door, hoping he could just sneak out before he died of embarrassment. He stopped and sighed, before turning and looking at him fully for the first time this morning. The model was wearing slim fitting gray dress slacks paired with a navy blue sweater that was cut with a v-neck. A powder blue t-shirt was underneath, making his eyes stand out and sparkle. Blaine wondered for a moment if he wore blue all the time on purpose, to show off his gorgeous eyes.

What the hell am I thinking?! Oh my god, get out of here before you do something you regret!

"Thanks, that's really nice of you. I should just get going though. You said you have to get to work and I've got a lot to do at home today."

Kurt nodded with a smile, showing that he had basically expected Blaine to respond this way.

"I just need to find my," Blaine ran his fingers through his jumbled mess of curls distractedly, looking around for the rest of his belongings.

"Shoes are by the door," Kurt said, holding back yet another sound of amusement, "your jacket is hanging on the hook right there, and your wallet," he pointed to a small table next to the door, "is right there."

"Thanks," Blaine laughed softly, finally letting himself see some of the humor in the situation. As he slid his shoes into place and grabbed his jacket from the hook, he couldn't help but picture a different kind of departure ...

"Honey? Do you know where my-"

"Shoes are by the door and wallet's on the table, like always you silly goose."

Kurt comes up to him and kisses him lightly on the cheek with a grin.

"Hmmm," Blaine grins, before turning quickly and dipping the other man in his arms, placing a long, deep kiss on his lips. Kurt laughs and slaps his arm playfully as he rights himself.

"Thank you, sweetie. I don't know what I'd do without you," Blaine shoves his wallet into his pocket with a happy sigh.

"You'd be shoeless and never be able to pay for anything," Kurt smirks, slipping into his own shoes. "Ready to go? Wanna share a cab?"

"Best part of my morning, love!" Blaine opens the door and does a mock, fancy bow.

Kurt snorts and rolls his eyes.

"You're such a cheeseball."

"You love it."

"I really do."

... "Blaine?"

"Wha'?" Blaine started and shook himself back to reality.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked slowly, stepping forward and leaning to the side to look him closely in the eye.

"Yeah, totally fine," Blaine laughed nervously. What the fuck was that?!

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked in concern, putting a hand on Blaine's forehead, as if to see if he was feverish. "You completely blanked out there. You can't still be drunk. I feel like I shouldn't let you ride home alone..." he bit his lip indecisively.

"No, no," Blaine spoke quickly, discreetly stepping to the side to grab his wallet, subsequently moving away from Kurt's touch. A sense of loss filled him that was much too strong to make any type of sense.

"I'm really fine. Just, lost in thought for a second." I was just imagining what it would be like to be your boyfriend, while in reality I have to do the walk of shame from your apartment as you reassure me that I never have to call you again. Me, a straight guy. Yup, I'm right as rain.

Kurt nodded, still looking cautious, but stepped away.

"Um, Kurt. I just want to say something." Blaine paused at the door, opening it as he slipped his wallet into his jacket pocket. "I know that I'm acting super weird, and I'm sorry."

Kurt opened his mouth to say something but Blaine rushed on.

"Just let me get this out... please."

Kurt nodded with an understanding smile.

"It's not you, it's me." He paused and faceplanted. "Oh my god, I really just said that."

Kurt snickered.

"I guess clichés are cliché for a reason."

They grinned at each other before Blaine started again, feeling a little more comfortable now.

"I just want to say that I remember what I said in the bar last night. I said I didn't think I'd regret this, and I don't."

Kurt raised one eyebrow and gave him an interrogating look.

"I don't regret it!" Blaine shot out defensively. "I-I don't... I don't know." He sagged against the door frame in frustration. "I'm freaking out, okay? I'm definitely freaking out. This is the first time I've ever slept with a guy. As you, oh so gently, pointed out earlier, I fucked your face with my cock last night, and if memory serves, I basically begged you to let me suck on yours!"

Blaine looked on in confusion as Kurt paled and put a stiff smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mrs. Moscowitz," Kurt cleared his throat and looked pointedly over Blaine's shoulder and out into the hallway.

The color drained from Blaine's face and he turned in slow motion. An elderly lady was standing behind him with a cane and a look of shock on her face. She gaped at the curly-haired man for a moment, before turning to look at Kurt, obviously flustered.

"How are you feeling this morning?" Kurt asked kindly. "Is your arthritis still bothering you?"

"Oh, you're so sweet to ask," she finally responded with a genuine smile, though she still eyed Blaine warily. "It is, actually. This damp weather makes it hard to deal with."

Kurt nodded in concern.

"Tell you what. I get off work at three. I'll come by after and help you with some chores."

"What a darling you are!" She exclaimed. "Some young man is going to be incredibly lucky to snag you someday."

She sent Blaine a little glare before turning around and shuffling into her apartment.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that," Blaine thunked his head against the open door. Kurt sucked in his lips to bite them in amusement, before clearing his throat again.

"No worries. Let's just, refrain from talking loudly about face fucking in my hallway, if you don't mind. Look Blaine, I hate to hurry you, but I really have to get to work. Like I said, I knew exactly what last night was. You don't owe me-"

"I do though," Blaine interrupted. "I owe you to say at least what I'm thinking. While I'm fine, overall, with the thought of this being a one night thing, I always try to treat people with respect."

Kurt looked back at him steadily, and his eyes looked suspiciously misty for a brief second. He blinked rapidly though and when Blaine took a second look, he looked calm and normal. He figured he must have imagined it, and rushed on.

"I just want you to know that even though I'm freaking out a bit over what happened, it honestly has nothing to do with you. I-I really had a good time last night, what I can remember anyway," he laughed awkwardly. "You're so amazing, Kurt. I'm not just talking about the sex."

Kurt's eyebrows both raised nearly to his hairline then, and Blaine secretly made a note to cover his mouth with duct tape when he got home.

"I only want to say that you're one of the most caring and compassionate people I've ever known. I'm so grateful that, if I was going to... experiment with my heteroflexibility, it was with you."

Kurt opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times, looking touched and surprised.

"Thank you, Blaine. Really, that's incredibly nice of you to say. I enjoyed last night too, for lots of reasons. Not just because of the sex," he winked.

Blaine flushed pink and nodded with a small laugh.

"K, I'll get out of your hair. It was nice meeting you, Kurt."

"You too, Blaine."

They both hesitated briefly, thinking that they should at least kiss goodbye or something. Kurt saved the day by leaning in and brushing a light kiss to Blaine's forehead, then stepping back to grab the door handle.

Blaine swallowed hard, then waved a little goodbye as the door closed gently. The moment the lock clicked, he let out a whimper and sagged against the outside of the door, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to make sense of the tumultuous feelings swirling around inside of him.

Little did he know that Kurt was doing the exact same thing on the other side.

What he had said was so true. He wasn't exactly freaked out by what he had done, not that much anyway. It had actually felt wonderful, natural even. THAT was why he was freaking out. He suddenly had no idea who he was.

A creaking sound caught his attention and he popped open his eyes. The door across the hall was open just a crack, and a pair of narrowed eyes peered out at him. He sighed and moved away from the door, making his way down the hallway.

"It was nice to meet you too, Mrs. Moscowitz."