"Fuck," Blaine groaned, trying to turn on his side just in case he was going to get sick. However, there were a pair of arms and multiple legs tangled with his, making him unable to move from his position.

His eyes flew open, body flooding in panic as the memories rushed back into his hazy mind. Blaine was really hoping that all of it was just a raunchy dream his mind decided to conjure up just for his benefit.

Blaine chanced a glance to his left, and saw Kurt sleeping angelically on his shoulder, lip curved up into a slight smile; and a little further on the bed, Sebastian, whose head was buried in a pillow.

They were all naked. The room smelled like sex. There were condoms, clothes and lube on the floor, and Blaine had a dull, burning ache in his ass. It was clear what happened here, and Blaine remembered it all with perfect clarity. Oh, man.

"Shit," Blaine hissed, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyeballs. Blaine completely lost all inhibitions last night and did the nasty with not only 1, but 2 other guys. Never in his life had he been this adventurous. Either Kurt was too hard to resist, or Blaine was just agonizingly horny.

Kurt. Fuck. Kurt was his student! If this got out to anybody, eventually through the grapevine the staff would hear about it, they would question Blaine, who would deny it, and then they would ask Kurt, and knowing him he would probably blurt out the truth. Kurt was blunt like that. And so then the staff would fire him, making him look worse for lying, and then probably put him on this creepy teacher blacklist thing and his career would be over! What the fuck was he thinking? Blaine never left anything to chance or did anything risky. His life was carefully constructed and always planned way in advance. Was it really worth it for a night of good fucking? And to top it all off, he had a pounding headache and raging morning wood. This really wasn't his day.

Blaine pulled his own hair, smacking his forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Kurt stirred, stretching his long limbs before opening his dazzling eyes and grinned widely at Blaine. "Morning, hot stuff."

Blaine groaned again, turning over so he couldn't look at Kurt. He was just too sexy, and Blaine's headache was just terrible and everything was just ugh.

"Aw, looks like someone drank too much last night," Kurt teased. "But oh, hello! Looks like somebody is happy to see me."

Blaine made to grab a blanket to cover his aching hard on, but Kurt reached around Blaine's torso and took it surely into his palm.

"I hear an orgasm can help your hangover migraine go away," Kurt whispered seductively in Blaine's ear.

Blaine dug his fingers into his temples, torn between the desire of thrusting into Kurt's fist, or shoving his hand away so he could get dressed and flee the scene.

Kurt started to drag his teeth along Blaine's back, before sucking and kissing the sensitive skin, giving Blaine a few experimental pumps.

Blaine moaned, already forgetting the horrible ache in his head and ass, loving the way Kurt's smooth palm felt against him.

"Oh, is it already time for round two," Sebastian yawned drowsily, slowly waking up and his hair a complete mess.

The sound of Sebastian's voice broke Blaine from his trance.

"No," Blaine protested suddenly. "Kurt, stop."

Blaine dragged himself off the bed, until he was kneeling on the floor, putting a safe distance between him and Kurt.

Kurt looked slightly annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed together. "I was just trying to make you feel good."

Blaine took in a few lungfuls of air, willing himself not to puke. He hated puking. Why the hell did he drink so much? Oh yeah, because he's fucking stupid.

"I appreciate it I really do, but this is wrong. I'm your teacher, and this can ruin me."

Kurt frowned, eyes blazing. "I promised you I wouldn't tell anybody. I keep my word."

"How am I supposed to know that for sure? I don't even know you," Blaine said angrily, his knees starting to hurt from his awkward position.

"Well that's your fucking problem," Kurt snapped. Blaine glanced at Sebastian, who looked completely awkward and out of place, yet he didn't move from the bed.

"I need to go," Blaine decided, crawling on the floor searching for his clothes. "Last night was.. interesting, but it's not really my thing. I guess I just needed something new."

Kurt laughed humorlessly. "Well you definitely got new."

Blaine rolled his eyes, grabbing his pants, and pulling them on with difficulty, zipping over his straining erection. Why didn't it just go away? He really didn't need this right now.

Blaine found his shirt, and pulled it over his head, noticing that it was inside out but not really caring. Kurt and Sebastian just watched him quietly.

Using the bed as leverage, Blaine stood up fully, swaying a bit, taking big gulps of air to calm himself down, and to give himself some sense of equilibrium.

"You alright there," Sebastian asked.

"Yes," Blaine snapped, digging through his pockets to grab his keys, but then realized that he didn't drive last night. He was going to have to take a cab home. Blaine groaned out loud. He didn't want to see or talk to anybody. He just wanted to wallow in his own pity the whole weekend until mentally preparing himself for class on Monday.

"Well, see you next week," Kurt smirked and winked. Blaine winced, stumbling out of the bedroom. Blaine's eyes wandered the stuffy, homey apartment and landed on Quinn and Rachel who appeared sans garments as well, tangled in a blanket on the futon. Blaine blushed, turning away to unlatch the apartment door to see himself out.

Blaine spent the rest of the weekend figuratively and literally pulling his hair out with stress and worry. Yeah, when he got home the morning after, he did spend some time in the shower reminiscing, but now he had to deal with the consequences.

Blaine attempted drawing out lesson plans for next week, but his mind kept wandering to Kurt. How Kurt's lips felt against his own, his body on top of his, his cock thrusting deep inside him-

Blaine shook his head, feeling his dick twitch in interest in his pants. He's already beat himself raw this weekend, and he really couldn't afford another orgasm without losing his mind.

Blaine eventually recalled a lone thought to cross his mind that Friday night, that just maybe his desire for Kurt would go away if he just slept with him and got it over with. But how wrong he was. His desire for Kurt had only increased tenfold. Blaine wanted so much more, and next time with just Kurt alone.

Blaine pounded his head against the desk. No. There can never be a next time. Ever. His career and life path depended on it. He needed to be taken responsible for his actions, and then just move on.

Monday morning, Blaine woke up an hour before his alarm, and his eyes burned and itched from tiredness. Instead of getting a medium drip, he got two, with extra expresso so he would be able to get through his lesson in one piece.

He sat at his desk fidgeting with papers, and going over the syllabus, not wanting to miss a beat. He stacked screenplays and short stories and other pieces on a table in the corner of the room for the students to choose from. Today, thankfully, he wouldn't have to interact much with the students.

Once they started filing in, Blaine's heart jumped into his throat and started beating rapidly. Soon enough, it was 9:16, one minute after class should have started, and Kurt still hadn't arrived. Rachel was there, but she sat alone.

Blaine stood up. "Okay, today will be an easy day," Blaine informed. "I would like you all to choose a piece from what I provided. It can either be a scene or monologue, it doesn't really matter, just let me know what you have chosen by the end of class, and who is in you group if you have one."

The students mumbled and nodded, understanding Blaine's conditions, so he sat at his desk and started to take attendance. Why hadn't Kurt shown up for class? Blaine scratched his chin and marked him absent. His stomach twisted in knots, dreading the implications.

"Sir?" Blaine looked up to see Rachel standing by his desk. He found it odd she was addressing him in such a way, when they spent the evening out the previous Friday as equals. Friends even.

"Yes, Rachel?"

"Kurt just texted me, and told me to tell you he was sorry for missing class, but he had a personal matter to attend to."

Blaine frowned slightly. "Okay.. well I'm sorry to hear that. Is everything okay?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah I think so. Me and him are going to be partners, just so you know. I think I found the perfect piece."

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do tell."

"It's a surprise," Rachel said, and walked away to her chair, pulling her phone out to, what Blaine guessed, text Kurt back.

Blaine shrugged, finishing up marking the roster, sorting through his mess, and waited for students to come up and let him know what piece they decided on. Blaine was really fatigued, and he was quite glad he didn't have to do much today. He vowed to himself he would go to sleep early tonight.

Class was over in no time, and students bid him farewell walking out of the door. Blaine checked off the students who already decided what they would work on tomorrow, and quickly packed his things.

"Hey, Blaine," said a musical voice behind him.

Blaine whipped around, heart freezing in surprise. "Kurt?"

Kurt was dressed very casually, much unlike what he usually wore, to the best of Blaine's knowledge. He looked really nice, causing Blaine's stomach to do a little back flip. He also couldn't help but notice that Kurt looked a little sheepish.

"I hope Rachel told you I didn't intend to miss class, I really wanted to be here," Kurt apologized, nudging the carpet with his toes.

"Yeah, she did. Is everything alright? She said it was a personal matter," Blaine inquired.

Kurt chuckled softly to himself, and looked Blaine in the eye. "Sebastian and I broke things off," Kurt informed, his gaze not wavering.

Blaine gulped. "Oh." He really didn't know what else to say except for the gnawing, "How come?"

Kurt took a step toward Blaine, smiling slightly. "Can I be honest with you?"

Blaine blinked rapidly because of the closeness, but shrugged. "Yes, sure. Of course. I don't really understand."

Kurt leaned in, and Blaine suddenly found it really hard to breathe. The essence of Kurt washed over him, and his heart was slamming against his rib cage. It was clear this boy held something over him.

"I think I like you more than I should, like really like you. And I kinda want to only see you. You know, be exclusive," Kurt shared in a gentle voice.

Blaine's mouth fell open, astonished. Kurt's vulgar demeanor was completely gone in this honest, true moment. So it seemed he wanted something more than just sex with Blaine.

Blaine was silent for the longest time, but he finally cleared his throat. "I still don't think that's appropriate. Believe me, I want to, I really do. But I can't risk my career."

Kurt looked to the floor, putting his hands in his pockets, smiling softly to himself.

"We're both consenting adults," Kurt said. "There has to be a loophole somewhere."

"Kurt..," Blaine sounded unsure.

"Just trust me, Blaine. I really want to get to know you. Really know you. We can even hold off on the sex if that would make you happy. As good as it was, I'm interested to see where this can go. Sebastian was kind of a dick, and on Friday all I mostly felt was a spark with you. Just give it a chance. If it doesn't work out, I'll leave you alone, and no one will be the wiser."

Blaine was impressed with how mature Kurt was sounding. What he was proposing actually sounded quite reasonable and thought out. Blaine really couldn't fight that logic. Plus, Blaine never had much time to date between pleasing his father and having so much work to do all the time.

Blaine nodded, taking Kurt's hand into his. "Okay, let's do this."