Kurt woke up the next day in Blaine's hammock with a huge headache. The light shining from the window seemed to intensify it and he suddenly wanted to kill the person who invented windows. His eyes were squinted open as he tried to get a feel for his surroundings. Kurt attempted to stretch out a leg only to realize that he couldn't. He wasn't the only person in the hammock. Kurt turned to see Travis laying next to him. He sighed in relief, thankful that it wasn't Blaine or some random guy.

Just thinking of Blaine brought back every single memory from the night before. Kurt had made out with Blaine. "Shit," Kurt whispered sitting up, careful not to make the hammock sway too much. Ow, his head felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to it repeatedly. What did he get himself into? Why was he such an idiot? He made out with Blaine while they were both incredibly drunk. Maybe he deserved the hangover.

A slight moan was heard from the other side of the room. Kurt looked over to see Blaine in his bed stirring a bit. His hazel eyes opened and he quickly winced and brought a hand to his temple. Kurt guessed he wasn't going to be the only one with a headache today. Blaine sat up in his bed and Kurt stared open-mouthed at the sight. His hair was unruly, curly and free. Blaine's shirt had been removed and a Dalton tie was tied around his head. Blaine felt the tie and carefully took it off. The blanket was wound tightly around Blaine's well-defined chest and Kurt instantly wanted to rip it off and ravish him.

"Good morning," Kurt muttered after quietly getting up from the hammock and walking over to Blaine's bed. His neck was a bit stiff and he tried to iron out the kinks with his hand as he stepped over boys who were passed out on the floor.

"Morning," Blaine wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Well, I haven't had this bad of a hangover since my first house party."

"I don't think I have ever had this bad of a hangover. I think I was hit by a truck." Kurt winced at the throbbing pain in his head and he quickly had to sit down on the bed. Blaine was wrapping the tie around his fingers and stroking it softly. Kurt stared at the movement. Blaine looked up and caught Kurt's gaze, smiling slightly. "Blaine, I'm sorry for last night!" Kurt blurted out loudly and blushed.

"Wait, what? Kurt, I don't remember a damn thing from last night," Blaine shook his head as if trying to remember.

"Oh," Kurt started while he had a celebration in his head. Blaine didn't remember they made out. He didn't remember anything. This was the best thing in the entire world. "Well then, nevermind." Kurt said with a small chuckle.

"Oh, no you don't!" Blaine exclaimed. "You are not getting off that easy. Why are you apologizing? What happened?" The curly-haired boy stared at Kurt hard.

"Nothing really." Kurt spoke quietly. There was no way he was telling Blaine. If Blaine didn't remember then Blaine was never going to find out. Of course until someone else in the house mentioned it. Kurt was sure someone would. Oh great, Kurt was going to have to tell him himself. He wasn't about to have Blaine find out from Sandro or something. That would be horrible. He looked up to find Blaine still staring at him with those hazel eyes. Kurt swallowed, "We uh, well you actually started it. But I was singing karaoke and it just happened. I'm sorry." Kurt rambled on.

"Kurt, I don't understand. What did I start? What did we do?" Blaine's eyes filled with curiosity and he cocked his head to the side. Kurt couldn't help but think he looked like a puppy.

"We sort of made out," Kurt quickly looked down with red cheeks.

"Wait, what?" Blaine asked and Kurt cringed. He should have never told him. Blaine was going to hate him.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Kurt started yelling, looking up at a surprised Blaine. "I didn't mean for it to happen. It's all my fault. That's why I wasn't supposed to be drinking. Because I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to control myself around you. And there you were looking all hot with your tight jeans and your curly hair. And you were willing! You kissed me first! I just couldn't stop myself. I'm so sorry, Blaine. Please don't hate me. Please." Tears started to fill up the blue eyes and he struggled to find oxygen.

"Kurt, calm down. I- I don't think I could ever hate you. Ever." Blaine extended a hand and tilted Kurt's chin up forcing him to look at the shorter boy. "I should be apologizing. I didn't mean to get that drunk and it sounds like I started it. Which I probably did, but who can blame me? You did manage to pull on the tightest pair of pants I have ever seen." Blaine curled his lips into a smile and gestured to Kurt's jeans.

Kurt blushed and grinned like mad. Blaine didn't hate him and he was kind of flirting with him. Wait. Kurt didn't know how to flirt sober. Blaine reached out his other hand and wiped a single tear off Kurt's cheek. From the single touch heat flooded over his entire body. He could feel tingles from his toes to the tips of his ears. How did Blaine have this affect on him?

The blanket that was wrapped around Blaine's torso fell and exposed his very bare chest and stomach. Kurt's eyes wandered over it and noticed the smudged red writing. Shit. He was going to kill Travis. Kurt covered his mouth to hold back a laugh. He was furious, yet he found it hilarious. Blaine arched an eyebrow in confusion and looked down, removing his hands from Kurt's face. He turned his head at what looked like a very painful position to read the writing that clearly said, PROPERTY OF KURT HUMMEL. It was written in red lipstick.

"Um, Kurt. Did we? Uh-" Blaine stuttered trying to find the right words and Kurt was so confused for a moment. Then he understood what Blaine was trying to ask.

"Oh, gosh, no!" Kurt clutched at his heart dramatically. "Travis wrote that after you passed out." Blaine simply nodded and then began to laugh. Kurt was not expecting that reaction but he joined in too.

"So, wait, you really thought I looked hot?" Blaine slapped on a grin.

"Oh, shut up!" Kurt laughed and punched Blaine's arm.

"It's a real shame I missed our make out session," Blaine looked down with a smile.

"Oh you didn't miss it. You were there! I should know! I remember after I stopped it you ran off yelling that you had your tongue down my throat for everyone to hear." Blaine was the one blushing this time.

"Wait, you stopped it? Why?"

"We were drunk. That wasn't how I wanted it to happen." Kurt winced at his sudden openness. He hated feeling vulnerable, the feeling that someone else could crush him with a single word. Blaine could do that.

"Y-You wanted it to happen for awhile then." It was more of a statement than a question but Kurt nodded anyways. "Shit, Kurt. I'm an idiot aren't I? Here I was drooling over Trav when you liked me." Blaine looked at him with eyes full of something Kurt couldn't quite place. Was it pity? Kurt felt like his heart was being wrung out like a dirty mop.

"Kurt, I like you. It's something I recently discovered myself," Blaine paused for a moment as if searching to find the right words. Kurt couldn't breathe. Blaine liked him. He actually liked him. "But," Blaine continued and Kurt visibly sulked. Of course there was a but.

"But Kurt, you see, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. I've had my heart broken before. I don't think I can do that again." After a moment of silence, Blaine added softly, "I know you would be the one able to do it too." He was looking down, tracing the red words on his chest and Kurt just wanted to lean over and hug him. Kurt should be sad at the news but he had more than he had when he woke up and that was hope. Blaine wasn't ready now but one day he might be and Kurt would be waiting.

"How about we stop talking about this and get some coffee?" Kurt suggested with a shrug of the shoulders.

Blaine nodded, "Always." Kurt's heart fluttered as he stood up from the bed. Blaine got up behind him and grabbed his hand leading him to the door.

"Um, although I don't mind I think you should put on a shirt."

Blaine looked down at his bare torso and red letters and blushed, "You were always the smart one."

Boys walked around the house sluggish all day. Kurt just sat on his bed finishing up some homework while Travis occupied the spot on the floor next to his bed. It was a nightly ritual with the two. They would occasionally help each other or distract each other but they did manage to get everything done. It was becoming evening and Kurt could hear Travis' stomach growl. "Doll, I'm starving."

"Travis, you just ate like an hour ago." Kurt looked down at the boy and rolled his eyes.

"But, Kurt, you know me, I eat all the time." Travis pouted up at Kurt.

"Unfortunately yes, I do know this." Kurt remembered the time that he had baked a wonderful batch of cupcakes and left the kitchen for a bit to let them cool. He came back and they were all gone. All fifteen of them! Kurt still was ticked off at that. "Go, get something to eat. I'm going to finish writing this essay." Kurt tapped his finger on his laptop.

"Alright," Travis stood from his spot on the floor and made his way to the door. "You want me to grab you a salad? Grilled chicken with light Italian dressing?"

"Oh Trav, you know me so well. Thank you." Kurt grinned as Travis nodded and walked out of the room. It had to be no less than ten minutes when Kurt heard a small knock on his door. "Gosh, can I ever catch a break?" He muttered quietly to himself before yelling, "Come in!"

"Hey Kurt, can we talk?" His blonde head popped in from behind the door.

"Sure Sandro. What's up?" Kurt closed his book and placed it on the floor as Sandro stepped in the room.

"It's about what you told me last night Um, about Travis, like uh liking me." He played with his hands nervously. Oh, Shit. Kurt had told him hadn't he? Kurt was going to get murdered and Travis was never going to talk to him again.

"Oh, uh, what about it?" Kurt asked as calm as he could while he was having a mini panic attack.

Sandro sat next to Kurt on the bed and continued to play with his hands. "Well, I'm straight."

"You know, you say that an awful lot. Sounds to me like you are trying to convince yourself." Kurt really hadn't meant for it to come out like that but it was the truth. Sandro looked at him with this sadness in his eyes. Kurt had hit the nail on the head.

"The thing is, is that I'm pretty sure I still like girls. Hell, I know I still like girls. It's just there's something about Travis. I just want to be around him. It doesn't even matter that he's a guy." Sandro finished his small monologue and looked at Kurt helplessly.

"It does matter, though. Say you guys get into a relationship-" Sandro opened his mouth to butt in and Kurt silenced him with a hand. "I'm not saying you are going to. Let's just pretend you did for a moment oaky?" Sandro nodded and Kurt continured, "Now one day you guys might want to become intimate." Kurt blushed at the word. He didn't do very good talking about sex. "What happens then? Are you going to freak out because underneath the clothes he is very much male?"

Sandro sat in silence, thinking. He put his head in his hands. Kurt placed a hand on his back and patted once. "I-I don't know what I would do. I would be scared, not because he is a guy. I think I'd be scared because I wouldn't really care. That scares me more than you know. I have never ever questioned my sexuality before. I don't know what to do, Kurt. You have to help me." Sandro sounded desperate as he raised his head and looked at Kurt with pleading green eyes. Kurt wanted to help him, he really did. But he couldn't.

"The only person that can help you is you. You have to figure this out on your own."

"Kurt, I really like him." Sandro smiled softly. "But I'm scared. I'm so scared." The smile disappeared.

"Everyone is scared when it comes to love. I am terrified. Can you see yourself with him?" Sandro slowly nodded once. Kurt continued, "Holding hands down the hallway?" Sandro was still for a moment before nodding again. "Kissing in front of everyone, not caring that he is a guy?" The blonde boy nodded quickly once more. "Then, why are you so scared?"

"I don't know. I don't care what people would think. It's just," He paused momentarily. "It's just what if I break his heart?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at this. "What if I realize this isn't what I want and I just leave him? He will be devastated. I can't do that." Sandro looked up at Kurt with those piercing and pleading green eyes. Kurt's heart ached for the boy. He wanted to help him.

"You care an awful lot for him. I don't think you would ever hurt him like that. Answer the only question that really matters, do you want to be with him?"

"Yes, more than anything." Sandro said quietly. "But I just don't get it. I'm not gay! He's the only guy that I have ever been attracted to."

Kurt smiled sympathetically, "Well sometimes you just fall in love with a person. It doesn't matter their gender or anything else. You just love them for them, you know?"

Sandro nodded slightly, "Thanks, Kurt. You are an amazing person. You deserve happiness. I hope things work out with Blaine. I think he really likes you. But you know he's not had the greatest times with relationships."

This time it was Kurt who was the one nodding, "Thank you too. It's really no problem. You can talk to me whenever you need to." Sandro stood up and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder before walking towards the door.

He stopped as he reached it and turned around, "By the way, I did check out your ass last night. It's a good one Hummel!" Sandro laughed and walked out of the room as Kurt blushed like crazy. He just sat there smiling until Travis came back with his salad. Kurt was so happy for his friend. Sandro liked Travis. I hope to all that is good in the world that Sandro does something about it, Kurt thought as he slowly chewed.