Puck rang the doorbell to Kurt and Quinn's house for what must have been the fourteenth time, but he didn't need an invite to enter, he was just waiting for Blaine to take out the boxes of 'party supplies' from the van they borrowed. "Anderson, hurry your ass up!"

Blaine huffed an annoyed breath as he stumbled to the front door carrying box piled after box of drugs. "Just open the damn door, its the least you can do for making me carry all this shit."

"Hey, that shit is stoner gold." Puck pushed through the door, kicking his shoes off and calling out. "Hummel! Party's here!" He grabbed Blaine and led him down the hallway to where the kitchen light shone through the door, entering in and grinning as he saw Quinn and Kurt covered in flour. "Did you steal coke too? That's my boy." He joked, giving Kurt a half hug and kissing his cheek.

"Oh, shut up." Kurt practically giggles at the sentiment, spritzing flour from his finger onto Puck's face. "I'm trying to make food while Quinn, here, is trying to play around."

Quinn's "queen bitch" expression shows on her face. "I was just trying to help."

Puck chuckles, passing by Quinn and patting her cheek in a mocking way. "Of course you were." He coos, grabbing a bowl that was left near the stove and swiping his finger on the top, popping it into his mouth. "Hmph...needs more weed."

Blaine skips embraces and heaves the boxes onto the kitchen table with a grunt, smoothing out his jacket and sending a smile to Kurt. "Hummel." He greets.

"Anderson." Kurt smirks. "Noah, did you make him carry all of those in here? Because if you did, you're bringing the boxes out to the living room and setting all that shit up." He shakes his head when Puck gives him a glare. "Now if you excuse me, I need to finish this up."

Puck glances at Blaine and gestures his head towards the door, which in response to Blaine groans and flips him off, grabbing the boxes with a curse to Puck and exiting out of the kitchen to venture for the living room. Puck strolls back over to Kurt and leans against the counter. "So, you excited for your little bonding time with curly?"

"Why is this a bonding time for me and Curls?" Kurt glances at Puck as he puts the pans in the oven. Directing his attention to Quinn for a moment, he laughs lightly. "You are cleaning this up, right? Before heading back to San and Brit?"

Quinn groans. "Why do I?"

"You made most of this." He counters, earning another groan from the girl. "And now your answer, Puckerman?"

Puck shrugs. "Well I'm most definitely not going to make out with him when I'm stoned, I figured you needed a cuddling buddy when you get all sensitive and drunk." He teases.

"And what are you suggesting there, Noah?" He raises his eyebrows, challenging the other boy to give a direct answer.

Puck leans in close to Kurt. "I'm suggesting, that I sense a prediction of boy on boy action at this little party." He grabs a heap of leftover flour from the cutting board and blows the mass onto Kurt's face. "But I could be wrong, it's up to you."

"I'm gonna say that you're going to be wrong." He says before Quinn agrees with Puck. Kurt rolls his eyes, grabbing a dish towel. "But now, if you need me, I'm going to go change seeing as I, for some reason, keep getting covered in flour." Kurts turns and walks out of the door and sees Blaine making his way down the hall. "Come with me. " He demands.

Blaine spins around with a confused look, checking behind his shoulder before quickly scurrying after Kurt. "And uh...why am I being summoned?" He follows Kurt down the hall. "If it's for fashion advice I'm really not that much of a homosexual."

"I'm fine with my wardrobe, thank you." Kurt answers truthfully as he walks up the stairs, wiping the flour off his face and not bothering with the last part of the comment. "I just have something to give to you. " He shrugs.

Blaine raises an eyebrow. "A present? For what may I ask?"

Kurt stops at the top of the stairs and turns around. Leaning in close, he asks, "What makes you say it's a present?" before turning back around and walking towards his room.

Blaine, intrigued, follows quickly after, entering Kurt's room alongside the brunette boy and looking around the room. "So this is the Kurt cave." He grins. "I feel honored to be inside it.":

"Yeah, well," Kurt starts as he opens up his closet and walks inside, "I wouldn't be. It's not really my room. I just settle in here from time-to-time." He walks out holding Blaine's jacket. "Here." He says tossing it towards him. "Thanks, although I said that I didn't need it." He rolls his eyes as he walks back into the closet.

"Ah..." Blaine nods. "Thank you, but are you sure you don't want to keep it? I get these Italian leathers every month from my dads company."

A muffled, "I have my own coats," comes from Kurt as he walks out again pulling a shirt on over his head. "Which I really don't need anymore. I should probably go check on the food. You can explore the house if you want. Just...don't really touch anything in here. Like I said, it's not really my room." Kurt tells Blaine before walking out the bedroom door.

Blaine watched as Kurt strolled out of the room, quietly murmuring a small, "Brat,"' under his breath before walking over to one of the dressers near the bed. He sees an arrangement of pictures across the top of the dresser and picks out one of a small baby wrapped in a blue blanket, an older man with Kurt's facial features holding him with an ecstatic smile. Blaine smiles softly at the picture. Kurt's father, he figures, as he looks at the man, and the adorable serene baby could only be Kurt. He gazes at the other photo's of Kurt as a child, and can't help but feel sad at how happy and trouble free he appeared in the photo's. He glanced around the room once more before he realized, this was definitely not Kurt's bedroom.

Kurt walks into the kitchen to see the last two girls have made their presence in the kitchen. "Have I missed something or..." He trails off, looking at the other four. "It doesn't matter," He says before moving towards the oven, "I don't really need to know."

Santana cocks her head. "What's wrong querido, got curls up your ass?" Puck snickers in response but quickly hides his smile, whistling innocently and turning around.

Kurt shakes his head. "What the hell is up with all of you guys when it comes to the two of us?"

"I give it a couple of weeks." Quinn bets the others in the room, looking to see their responses.

"A couple weeks?" Santana scoffs. "Do you remember the last guy that crawled up Kurt's legs? Casper the Ghost over here didn't last two seconds before he melted into that boys arms."

"Are you all really betting on nothing?" Kurt asks in disbelief, although he knows he really shouldn't question anything his friends do. "And also, which guy are you guys talking about?"

"I don't think it was one of your randoms." Quinn tells him honestly. "But what about you, Puckerman? Wadda ya wanna bet?"

Puck gives Kurt a narrowed look for a moment. "One week." He says confidently. "One week for both boys to get their shit together and confess their feelings for each other." He turns to Quinn and starts shaking her shoulders. "Oh Blaine..." He mocks Kurt's high octave voice. "I love you so much."

"How much are we bettin' on this?" Quinn turns to Santana. "I don't have much at the moment. Probably the most I can do is about $25 and a pack. Sounds good to you too?" She looks between Puck and Santana.

"Are you all done playing childish games yet? I would like to not burn everything." He says putting oven mitts over his hands and walks over to the oven. "Hey, Brit. How much have the others smoked already?"

Brittany tilts her head to the side a bit. "They smoked a bit, but I wanted to wait for you. Can I now?"

Kurt lets out an airy laugh. "Go ahead. You didn't have to wait though." He kisses her cheek before finishing his way to the oven.

"Where's, Curls?" Quinn asks, looking around.

Blaine finally left downstairs, getting lost copious amounts of times in the house, but he finally hears the murmuring from the kitchen and enters with a sigh. "Oh, Santana, I was only able to get half the weed you asked for..."

"Totally fine." She smiled, grabbing Blaine by the wrist and tugging him over. "Blaine brought the good stuff, that kind of plant that makes your hands look like baby faces and turns ugly people smoking hot." She leans on Blaine's arm before looking over at Puck. "Puckerman will need it seeing his luck with girls."

"She's got a point about the ladies there, Puckerman." Quinn laughs when she sees something miss her head. "Don't you play football?" She teases.

"Quinn also has a point because I'm agreeing with Santana." Kurt quips up. "You may have puppies following your every move, but if you were getting any, you would be telling it to everyone."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He started to head out the room, calling out. "If you losers want to stay talking about my love life be my guest, but I'm going to go smoke some weed."

Santana followed after Puck with Brittany on her arm. "Puckerman's right, plus I smuggled some booze that needs some serious TLC."

"And it goes from my love life to another's." Kurt mutters to himself but Quinn obviously heard it as she started to laugh. "The food's still hot, so I'm gonna go drink." Kurt informs the two before walking out.

Knowing exactly when Kurt wouldn't be able to hear anything, Quinn turns to Blaine. "We both know that I'm playing nice. But I'm telling you this flat out now. If anything happens to Kurt when you're with him while I still have to act, I'm going to stop." Quinn threatens him with a slight hazy glare.

Blaine rolls his eyes, getting close to Quinn and whispering. "Who say's I'm going to be making all the first moves. Didn't Kurt tell you about the little kiss he gave me under the bleachers?" He winks before patting her cheek. "I know you're trying to protect him Quinnie, but he's not exactly a chastised angel." With that, he left the room with a skip in his step, following the other into the living room.

Quinn curses and gets a glass and adds some ice. If she's going to get drunk, it needs to be with her own things considering she doesn't know where the supplies came from or who really brought it over. As Quinn makes her way into the living room, she addresses Puck and Blaine. "Did you bring clothes? Santana and Brittany have their own here."

"Well of course they do, you're their personal dominatrix." Puck sprawls back on the couch. "I did, but I was thinking of going in the nude tonight." He shrugs, in which Blaine wrinkles his nose and adds. "I did, and I call sleeping anywhere he's not."

"I meant for tomorrow you dumb ass." She throws a pillow at Puck. "And please not on the couch. " After a second she adds, "Or anywhere, as a matter of fact."

"I really don't need to be reminded of the last time that happened, Puckerman." Kurt raises his eyebrows for a second before taking a shot. "So please, keep your clothes on."

Puck used the pillow Quinn tossed at him to sort out his joints, handing one to Blaine before lighting up one himself. "Whatever." He muffles through the joint. "Someone's getting naked in here...oh! New pool, I call Santana."

"And a big fuck you to you too, Puckerman." Santana pours booze into a plastic red cup, practically downing the whole pour.

"How much are we betting?" Kurt asks, looking at Puck. "I wanna get in on this one."

Puck shoves aside a couple of bags of drugs on the coffee table and places a twenty dollar bill in the middle. "Twenty bucks for Santana, anybody else?"

"I'll add to that." Quinn takes out a twenty from her wallet. "Another twenty for Santana." She blows a kiss to the girl.

"I say Puckerman'll be the first." Kurt places his own bet. "My wallet is upstairs, but thirty from me." Kurt hops up from his spot in front of the couch. "I'll be back in a few."

"Quinn just wants to see me naked." Santana grins. "But I want to see Blaine strip before I do, forty bucks on Anderson."

"Wow, Santana, that's more than you spend on drugs." Blaine humors.

"I think we can all agree you're a walking drug, Blaine." She smirks saucily, causing Puck to clear his throat.

"Anyway, Brit you're next."

"I don't have money. Lord Tubbington takes all of mine to buy himself drugs." The blonde looks up at Puck, but then turns to Santana and Quinn. "Can I have some from both of you?"

"Oh, Brit." Quinn sighs, giving in. "Here's a twenty." She hands her the bill.

"Thank you, Quinn!" Brittany perks up. "I say our dolphin." She bets right away.

Santana digs into her purse and hands Brittany a five. "Put this in too, but no more money from me you've already robbed me clean this week, querida." She reaches to brush Brittany's hair from her face and kisses the corner of her lips.

"This goes in too for our dolphin!" The blonde says as Kurt walks in.

Blaine looks around before asking. "Wait, dolphin? Who's the dolphin?"

Kurt stops in his tracks and looks at the others. "Did she just..." He trails off.

Quinn bursts out into laughter. "Yeah." She manages to say in between giggles.

Blaine turns to look up at Kurt, chuckling. "Ah, well then..." He grabs a twenty dollar bill and sets it on the table. "I'll bet on our dear dolphin too, just for the fun of it."

Quinn ponders over the bet for a moment before asking what was on her mind. "How naked are we betting on, exactly?"

"Down to the underwear or nothing, and bra's don't count ladies." Puck explains, ignoring Quinn's groan. "Whoever gets to bottoms first wins the pool."

"Am I aloud to change my bet before shaking on this?" She asks before taking a swig out of one of the bottles Santana brought. "Because if I can, I'm bettin' on Hummel here too."

"And you never seem to stop betting on me." Kurt teases his best friend, placing his money on the table after fishing it out of his wallet. "Gimme." Kurt reaches one of his hands towards Quinn so he can pour himself another drink. "Please." He adds after Quinn shoots him a look.

Puck clears his throat and raises his joint and bottle in the air. "Let the party begin." He takes a long gulp of alcohol before adding, "And Quinn, turn up some music, be a good host for once."

Quinn flips him off before getting up and turning on the iPod shared between her and Kurt. Putting it on shuffle, a Jonas Sees in Color song comes on. "That better, Puckerman?" She asks, sitting on his feet.

"Much better." He and Blaine both make a grab for the bag of fresh weed, passing it throughout the crowd. Puck hands two joints to Brittany and Santana on the loveseat couch, but instead Santana sets it down and grabs Brittany to stand up and start dancing near the fireplace.*

Quinn watches the two girls continue to dance for about a minute before getting up herself and joining. Kurt laughs at the action before stopping and hopping up again and heading out of the room. Returning back into the room, Kurt set the food that he forgot about on the table after Puck moved the money.

Puck immediately leaned forward to grab as much food as he could to set on his lap and dug in, Blaine remained on the opposite side of the couch drinking from a bottle of beer before he set it down on the coffee table and looked up at Kurt.

"Hey Hummel." He nodded his head towards the girls. "Wanna dance?"

"Why the fuck not." Kurt answers, straightening himself out. "I just need to grab something." He smirks. "And Puckerman. Slow down there. You're starting to remind me of, Finn." He says before walking towards the kitchen again.

Puck rolls his eyes, calling after Kurt. "I don't tell you how to control your munchies do I?" He then turns to Blaine and nudges his leg. "Someone's getting some Skank ass tonight."

Blaine just takes a long drink of booze before grinning and heading towards where the three girls were dancing to some outdated pop song.

Brittany calls Blaine over when she sees him. Hugging him when he's close enough to her. "Let's dance. I wanna dance with a boy." She smiles.

Blaine smiles genuinely. "Of course my lady." He grabs one of her hands and spins her around before wrapping his arms around her waist, swaying her from side to side and sending a wink to Quinn who was glaring at him behind Brittany.

Quinn continues to dance along with Santana, shooting Blaine daggers when she can. "Are you enjoying that show?" She whispers in the other girl's ear as she sees Santana keeping an eye on the pairing.

Santana shrugs, leaning in close to Quinn's ear to whisper back. "It'd be one awesome threeway with the two of them wouldn't it?" She brushes a kiss to Quinn's ear. "Or fourway, depending if you get that stick out of your ass and actually enjoy Anderson's company."

"Why do I have to enjoy something to get something else in return?" Quinn whispers back, trailing her hands down Santana's sides until she rests them on the girl's hips.

Santana chuckles softly. "Because with patience, comes pleasure." She peers back over at Blaine and Brittany, seeing the girl resting her head on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine's hands cradling the small of her back. "And come on, Q, you have to admit that Blaine can be a gentlemen when he wants to."

Quinn sighs. "Let's just dance some more, yeah?"

Kurt finally makes his way back in, with nothing in his hands, as Puck had pointed out when Kurt made his way over to the table. "I thought I had more." He shrugs.

Blaine whispered into Brittany's ear, earning a giggle from the blonde girl as she nods and goes to sway over to Quinn and Santana. He holds out his hand to Kurt. "Well good then, more time for us to dance. Shall we?"

"Well, seeing as I'm back.." Kurt says, grabbing ahold of Blaine's hand. After about a minute of dancing, Kurt tilts his head towards the side of Blaine's head. Not bothering to whisper, he asks, "Why did you ask me to dance, exactly? Your 'girl' is pretty much right behind us."

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's waist and kept him close to his own body. "Well seeing as she's not my 'girl,' I'm allowed to dance with who I want right?" He smiles at Kurt. "Plus I wanted an excuse to be able to touch you without you biting off my hands."

Kurt chuckles at the last part of Blaine's response before whispering hotly in his ear. "I don't think you an excuse type of person. Mainly when it comes to touching someone."

"You're right, usually I take what I want." Blaine murmurs, slipping his hands lower to hook his fingers in the belt of Kurt's jeans. "But I usually only do it when the person's interested, and you don't have enough alcohol on your breath to convince me."

"Even then," Kurt presses closer, "you wouldn't have me." Letting go of his hold on Blaine, he walks back over to the table. Considering the lack of food he's had today, he's hungry.

Blaine lets out a huff of breath, watching Kurt leave before remembering the night was still young, and he had plenty of time. He grabbed Santana from Quinn's hold and started to dance with her, spinning the tipsy girl around and pressing her back up to his chest.

"Anderson's getting feisty." She humors, grabbing Blaine's hands and placing them on her abdomen.

Blaine laughs in response. "It's called being drunk and high at the same time."

Quinn rolls her eyes before walking to where the iPod is set up and searching for a song. Feeling someone come up and hug her from behind, Quinn asks, "You wanna help me out, Brit?" Feeling the blonde's smile against the back of her neck, Quinn takes it as a yes. "Do you have a song in mind?"

"I think something fun." Brittany says excitedly, looking over Quinn's shoulder. How anyone can ever say no to this girl? "How about that song?" She stops quinn's scrolling and points to one of the songs.

Quinn kisses Brit's cheek before telling her, "Perfect choice." Changing the song, Quinn turns around and takes ahold of Brittany. "Now let's dance."

Blaine turns his head from where he was placing feather light kisses to the back of Santana's neck to see Puck drowning himself in booze, sprawling out on the couch with his shirt hitched up. He whispered, "hold on," into Santana's ear before leaving her to grab a full bottle and a cup of coke. "Hummel, get your ass over here." He mixes the two drinks and hands Kurt the plastic cup. "Try it."

"Who says I haven't had it?" Kurt quirks an eyebrow before taking a gulp. "And if you couldn't tell, I have. Thanks for the drink." He sends Blaine a wink. "But if you excuse me, I would like to get back to my food."

Blaine quickly grabs Kurt's waist and holds him close to his body. "Oh no, I think you've had enough." He pulls Kurt in the middle of the room, and keeps a tight hold on him, squeezing his waist. "I think it's time we got closer." He whispers with a smile.

Grabbing onto Blaine's chest as they dance, he mutters so Blaine can hear him. "And how is this," Kurt pushes his body more towards the boy's, "us getting closer, exactly?" He asks innocently with wide eyes.

Blaine hums and leans their foreheads together while moving his hands to grab at Kurt's ass unexpectedly, squeezing it firmly. "Unless you recall us doing this before, I'd say we're very close." He moves his head downwards to brush his lips just lightly against the line of Kurt's jaw, moving towards his pulse point to mumble against the sensitive skin. "Do you agree now?"

"I don't know." Kurt teases. "I mean," He smirks with his head thrown back slightly, "this is pretty close." He lifts Blaine's head back up before turning around and grabbing the back of Blaine's neck. "And so is this." Kurt shrugs lightly before letting the music take over.

Blaine laughs as Kurt turns around and presses against Blaine from behind. He grabs Kurt's hips again, and as the deep beat of the current song plays out he gyrates his hips forwards and presses his lips to Kurt's ear. "You're such a goddamn tease, Kurt Hummel." He nips at Kurt's ear lobe and moves his hands to hitch up Kurt's shirt. "But maybe you can remove a bit of clothing to make us even closer?"

"Then that would make me closer to losing that bet, wouldn't it?" Kurt pushed his weight against Blaine's front. "Hmm, Anderson?" He asks, tightening his grip on the nape of Blaine's neck. "So, no. So just dance."

Blaine pushes Kurt's shirt up further up his stomach and growls into his ear. "I don't really like being turned down, how about if I remove some clothing you do too, that way I'm in the pool too."

Kurt turns himself around, both arms wrapped around Blaine's neck. "And I thought I said 'no.'" He counters with an angry glint in his eyes.

Blaine picks Kurt's chin up. "Don't look so pissed, babe. It's not a good look on you. But fine, I'll be the first." He pushed Kurt away gently and removed his shirt from his body, tossing it onto the arm of the couch.

Kurt rolls his eyes before pulling his own shirt off. "Happy now?" He jokes while he hears Puck let out a few cat calls. "Can we go back to dancing now?" Kurt grabs ahold of one of his arms, feeling cold already.

Blaine wraps his arms back around Kurt and pulls him close with a wide smile. "Mm, very happy." He pulls Kurt close again so their chests are pressed together and whispers more quietly into his ear, "I like my boys pale."

"I'm guessing not as much as I don't." He attempts to joke, feeling the bass in his body and the heat radiating off of Blaine as the two continue to dance.

Blaine just smiles as they dance, keeping their faces close and hips closer, he feels his hands around the small of Kurt's back before tugging on his jeans. He leans in to whisper with a grin, "what do you say we put on a show?"

"Aren't we already?" Kurt asks against Blaine's face. "I'm pretty sure by Puck's and the girls' standards, this is a show." He smirks, moving his hips to the off-beat of the music.

"Well we can make it more interesting by dropping the pants." Blaine trails his eyes downwards and chuckles. "And I bet those thighs could use a breath from how tight those jeans are."

"Which means," Kurt leans in closer, "they're too tight for you to get into." Kurt tilts his head down, nipping at the skin underneath Blaine's ear. "And I'm not taking them off." He informs, lips still against Blaine's skin.

Blaine hums. "And he's witty too." He tugs on the belt of Kurt's jeans. "But that doesn't mean I can't take them off hmm? Or we can take them off at the same time and see Santana and the rest fight over money."

Kurt brings his forehead to Blaine's. "As much as I would love to watch them fight over the money, I would love it more if I won that money." He dances until the song ends. "Now, I may have no heart, but I am a human. So, I'm going to go get a drink." He loosens his grip on Blaine's neck and walks over to where he placed his shirt. Throwing it over his shoulder, he walks back to the table where he left his cup earlier.

Blaine mutters under his breath a curse, looking over to Puck who had his shirt practically ripped off his chest, with Santana straddling his waist. "Hey Puck! Do that Magic Mike thing you love to do!"

Puck laughed loudly and nearly tossed Santana off his lap, unbuckling the belt of his jeans and unzipping them so they'd pool to his ankles. "You're welcome by the way ladies." And with a final smirk he tugged down his boxers.

"Oh god, Puckerman!" Quinn yells out.

"Get the fuck off the couch!" Kurt exclaims. "And not the chair either." He throws a pillow at his friend. "Now put it away. We have seen you naked numerous times. I would not like to add to my count."

"Shut it Hummel, you won the bet don't complain!" Puck calls back, causing Santana to grab the same pillow and toss it at Blaine.

"God damnit Blaine you couldn't have at least dropped the pants?"

Blaine looks over to Kurt and shrugs. "I didn't have any reason to."

Kurt sends a wink over to Blaine. "Told you already, Anderson." Kurt shrugs before turning his attention to the others. "I believe I'm the only one who won this won this."

"Hell yeah you did." Quinn jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Kurt laughs as he holds her weight. "Either I haven't had much of anything tonight or you've had too much." He says. "And I'm going with the former." He says before releasing the girl gently. "I did come over here to drink anyway." Kurt excuses himself for a cigarette outside after grabbing his cup off the table.

"We should probably clean up." Quinn suggests.

"You have fun with that, me and Brit are going to set up on the couch." Santana shoos off Puck from the couch, who pulls his boxers back up and decides to collapse back down on the carpet. Blaine grabs a trash can and nods towards Quinn.

"I'll help."

"Thanks. I guess." She slurs a bit from a mixture of the alcohol and being tired. Silence takes over as Quinn stumbles over towards the iPod and turns it off. "All clean!" She smiles when Kurt comes back inside, still in his coat. He chuckles a bit and he kisses her cheek.

"Sleep up here." He demands. "I really don't want you falling down the stairs and us taking you to the hospital."

"Don't worry." Quinn yawns, swaying her way over by the couch and settles down.

"Thanks for helping." Kurt turns to Blaine after seeing him set the the garbage down.

"No problem." Blaine stretches his arms above his head and yawns. "But you should get to bed too, I can't imagine how grumpy a tired Kurt gets." He moves to grab a blanket from the loveseat couch to lay on the floor, seeing as how there was no room on the other couches.

"I'm grumpy all the time." He informs Blaine. "But seeing as there isn't much room, I have a couch you can sleep on downstairs in my room. You can sleep there if you want."

"Really?" Blaine couldn't help but be surprised at the gesture. "Well that sounds better than dealing with Puckerman's snores all night. Show the way Hummel."

Going through the halls, Kurt ends up at a door leading to the basement. "Down there. I'll be down in a moment. I just need to go turn some lights off.." He says before heading back the way they came.

Blaine heads over to the couch in Kurt's bedroom, looking around before plopping down on the couch and stretching his body out with a grunt. He grabs a nearby blanket and curls himself up in it.

Kurt comes down the stairs, leaning against the door frame. "There's a bathroom in here so if you need to use it, go right ahead. And the couch is a futon. I should have probably told you that. In case you wanted an actual bed or something."

"Don't worry I'm a big boy, I can last a night without puking." He crooks a finger. "Come here before you go to bed."

Curious, Kurt walks over. "I meant if you needed to use it at all. Not to puke, dumb ass. Now why did I come over here?"

Blaine sits up to cup Kurt's cheeks and pull him down so Blaine could press their lips together. He smiled against his lips before he pulled back and looked up into Kurt's wide blue eyes. "That's my returned kiss from earlier today. And by the way, please stop talking so much. You tend to babble when you're pissed." He pats Kurt's cheek and lays back against the couch, turning so his back was to Kurt. "Night."

"Night." Kurt responds, trying to hide his shock. He walks over to his closet and pulls out some clothes and heads into the bathroom into the bathroom. Holy fuck. He thinks to himself as he leans against the door.