Kurt remained the most sober of all, so when they bid goodbyes to their friends, he helped a really drunk Blaine join him and Rachel back to their apartment.

Kurt's breath was swirling around him in the cold night air as he struggled to hold Blaine upright.

"Mmn's cool. Leme get a cab. 'Mright," Blaine slurred.

"No way. I'm not letting your fine ass get lost in this city. Let me take good care of you tonight," Kurt assured him with a purr.

Blaine's face was flushed, but Kurt wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he was wasted out of his mind. He started to giggle. Kurt would never admit to anybody he thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.

"Oh, Kurt. Youso nice. M'ass really that fine," Blaine sighed and leaned a head on Kurt's shoulder, slinking an arm around his waist.

Kurt's hand went from Blaine's hip to squeeze his ass for emphasis.

"The finest ass I've seen in a long time," Kurt smirked.

Blaine twitched from the contact, and then stopped to face Kurt in the street.

"Hey now, mister. I'muh drunk. Cannot take 'vantage of me," He pointed a finger at Kurt, swaying a little. "But you so beautiful, mmm-maybe later."

Kurt couldn't look away from his shining, golden eyes. It stirred something in Kurt and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked so much like a puppy in that moment, which made Kurt start to feel really guilty. This Blaine guy was so innocent and unawares. He just went through a really bad break up. Maybe Kurt should at least court him for a bit before he fucks him senseless.

What the fuck is wrong with me? He thought irritably to himself.

Rachel whistled to get their attention. "C'mon we're almost there, I'd rather not get mugged tonight," she mumbled.

"C'mon," Kurt said softly, barely recognizing his own voice, as he heaved Blaine forward for the final trek to the apartment.

Once the door was locked behind them, Rachel immediately fell face first into their worn sofa.

"Don't bother me until at least noon," she mumbled into the cushions. Kurt chuckled.

He led Blaine to his room, holding onto him tightly so he wouldn't fall.

"Wherewe, Kurt?" Blaine asked clueless. "This'not m'place."

Kurt sighed and laid him gently down on his bed. "Mmmm.. Kurt. Bed, smells so good," Blaine stretched out and turned a face into a pillow, sighing deeply.

Kurt clucked his tongue. "C'mon, let me get your clothes off. I just changed the sheets."

"M'kay Kurt. S'long we cuddle," he said in a small voice, sounding like an excited child getting a surprise.

Kurt's heart stuttered in an unfamiliar way, but he ignored it.

"If you're lucky. Come here."

Kurt grabbed his legs and pulled Blaine upright to the edge of the bed. Kurt removed his coat and hung it neatly over the back of his vanity chair. He then clicked Blaine's suspenders off, and started to unbutton his nice white shirt slowly.

Kurt could feel Blaine's eyes on him, and he knew why. Kurt's gestures were very affectionate, and so unlike his horny antics earlier tonight. He really had no idea what had gotten into him, but he chanced a look at Blaine, stopping mid-button.

Blaine reached a quivering hand and cupped Kurt's face, stroking his cheekbone lightly with his thumb.

"I see you, Kurt," he said with the most clarity tonight.

Kurt forgot how to breathe. He felt so open, raw and vulnerable in that moment and he couldn't look away. Everything was Blaine's eyes, and they were looking into his soul. This terrified Kurt.

Blaine said nothing else, just stared back. The intensity in the room was overwhelming, and Kurt could hardly believe he only just met Blaine tonight.

And as fast as the moment came, it left, when Blaine closed his eyes and removed the hand from Kurt's cheek to rub his head.

"Everything'spinning," he said.

Kurt made with the last of the buttons and then slid Blaine's shirt off his shoulders, feeling his walls build back up.

"Shh, it's okay. Help me take your pants off, and you can lie down," Kurt murmured.

Blaine lifted his hips and allowed for his jeans to slide off, leaving him clad in only black boxer briefs. Kurt tried not to stare.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Kurt."

Blaine fumbled with Kurt's covers for a minute before sliding in while Kurt got undressed in the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and putting on plaid pajama bottoms, Kurt shut off the lights and joined Blaine.

"S'cold," Blaine whined, scooting closer to Kurt. He instinctively wrapped his arms around Blaine, and then sighed anxiously.

"I swear to God, if you barf in my bed, or anywhere in my room for that matter I'll slice one of your testicles," Kurt warned.

Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's chest. "Calm down, Kurt. I'always make it to toilet n'time," he mumbled. Kurt felt his warm breath on his chest, his breath immediately slowing.

Maybe I'll wake him up with a morning blow job Kurt wondered thoughtfully to himself, stroking Blaine's back, and refusing to believe this was too intimate. His last thought before he drifted off was Might ease his hangover...

Kurt heart was filled with joy and young excitement. Everyone in the room jumped up and down, but it looked as if it was in slow motion. A cacophony of beautiful male voices reverberated around the auditorium.

"Let's go all, the way tonight, no regrets, just love," a particularly dreamy voice sang. "We can dance, until we die, you and I, will be young forever..."

Kurt's eyes followed the lead vocalist, mesmerized. He was the most beautiful boy he has ever seen in his life. He danced in perfect formation with his uniform-clad peers, but remaining so gloriously in the spot light.

The boy winked, and Kurt wished in that moment he knew this boy. Kurt wanted to pick his brain. He was the only other out gay guy in this region, or so he heard, and Kurt finally felt like he wasn't alone.

Both show choirs tied for that round. Kurt glanced at Mercedes and she hugged him excitedly. They were going to Regionals. Kurt followed Mr. Schue's movements as he made his way to shake hands amiably with the boy.

The boy was then tackled from behind by a sandy-haired boy with stunning green eyes. The boys looked at each other like nobody else was in the room. The dark haired one leaned in close and kissed him quickly on the lips, before cheering with the rest of his songbirds.

Kurt turned away, his heart shattering. All of his hopes and dreams seemed stupid in that moment. Of course that beautiful boy was with somebody, and Kurt would be alone. He was never going to find somebody to love him like that. Kurt would have to face the world on his own.

Kurt woke suddenly, drenched in cold sweat. He was panting and thrashing, eyes wide, burning with tears trying to remember where he was. He saw a warm light in the living room. Kurt turned and stared at his bedside digital clock. 6:52. He was home. Okay, everything was alright. He took a deep breath and sighed audibly. Kurt felt a body stir next to him.

"Is everything okay, Kurt?" Blaine leaned up on an elbow, undoubtedly looking at Kurt in concern, though they couldn't see each other in the dark.

"Yeah," Kurt lied, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "Sorry about that, forgot you were in my bed."

Blaine lay back down and chuckled quietly. "Couldn't say no, could I? Man, my head hurts. I drank way too much."

"You can say that again," Kurt teased. "But seriously, fuck being up this early, let's go back to bed," Kurt huffed and rolled over, pulling the sheets over his shoulder.

"But Kuuuuurt," Blaine complained.

"Ugh, you better not say that you have work or somewhere to be, because I'm not getting out of this bed to show you your way out," Kurt grumbled.

"No, that's not it," Blaine said quietly, voice suddenly an octave lower.

This piqued Kurt's attention. "Oh?"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hip and pressed his front flush against Kurt's back. Kurt couldn't help but moan because he felt Blaine's clothed erection against his ass. Kurt pushed back, trying to give Blaine friction.

"Oh," Blaine's voice got deeper.

"Well, I could help you out with that," Kurt said dangerously, feeling himself instantly harden.

He flipped over, grabbing Blaine's face and pulling him into a furious kiss. Blaine responded by gripping onto Kurt's waist even tighter, pulling him closer.

Blaine groaned when he felt Kurt's equally hard length against his and started rutting frantically.

"Fuck, Kurt you feel so good," he moaned as Kurt detached his mouth from his and started biting at Blaine's neck, trying to find his sweet spots.

Blaine's hands wandered under Kurt's pajama bottoms to squeeze his naked ass forcefully.

"You're all mine, now Anderson," Kurt growled, pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

Blaine groaned again, digging his fingers into Kurt's hipbones, grinding their hips together with bruising force.

"God you're so fucking hot," Blaine grunted in between thrusts. Kurt expertly rolled his hips down, starting to feel himself get close, heat coiling at the base of his spine.

Kurt leaned in, nipping at Blaine's earlobe. "You've got a dirty mouth in the bedroom, Anderson. Never would have thought since you're such a gentleman and all," he whispered.

Blaine grabbed a fistful of Kurt's hair, "I'm close."

Kurt nibbled on Blaine's bottom lip before ceasing his thrusts. He licked a long line all the way down Blaine's stubbly throat to his toned chest. Kurt moaned because Blaine grabbed his ass again, groaning in frustration.

"Why'd you stop," he asked desperately.

Kurt grinned, wishing Blaine could see, and pulled his boxers down mid-thigh. Kurt felt Blaine's erection spring free, the tip nudging his lips, getting them slightly wet with pre-come. Blaine twitched in pleasure, squeezing Kurt's ass tighter.

Kurt hummed in his throat, and then sat up, pulling his dick through the hole in his pajama pants. He leaned down, bracing himself against the bed and started to rub his cock against Blaine's.

They mutually moaned at the new contact and Kurt said, "Mmmm much better,"

"Yes," Blaine whined as they picked up their pace. "Yes...faster."

Kurt reached a hand between them and started jerking them both off in his fist in time with his thrusts. The friction was so hot; both their bodies were flush and sweating, breathing each other's air.

Kurt didn't have the patience to find lube and just fuck Blaine like he really wanted to. He just needed to get off now, and Blaine was so fucking sexy, he couldn't believe it.

Blaine came first with a shout, his come spurting all over Kurt's hand and their chests. Kurt followed suit quickly afterward, hips stuttering as white starts exploded in his vision.

Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, panting heavily, twitching every now and then. He hadn't orgasmed so intensely in a really long time, and Kurt wasn't really sure why. He's had sex more times than he could count, and he and Blaine didn't even do that.

As Kurt pondered this, he felt Blaine trace gentle patters into his back.

"Mmm... thank you," he mumbled, sleep heavy in his voice. "That was 'mazing."

Kurt took a deep shuddering breath before responding with a resolute, "Yeah."

Neither of them moved or bothered to go clean up. Even though he could feel their come drying on his chest, Kurt's limbs were jelly, and he was sure Blaine's head ache was probably worse now.

Kurt drifted off, and no dreams plagued him the rest of the night.