When Blaine awoke the next morning, he was holding Kurt tightly, his cheek pressed gently to Kurt's hair.

Shit.

How had he ended up like that?

He knew he was a cuddly person, but hadn't expected to end up snuggling with Kurt in his sleep.

Spending the night had been a stupid idea.

Not that he was worried about his parents noticing. They never noticed anything he did.

But he still had feelings for Kurt. Feelings that were confusing him. And spending the night in Kurt's bed certainly hadn't helped.

Hooking up with Kurt had also been a stupid idea, though he didn't regret it. He knew he probably should, but he just didn't.

He did, however, need to get out of here. But how? If he moved, Kurt would wake up, and he didn't want that. He really didn't want to have to talk to him. But if he didn't move, Kurt would obviously wake up eventually, and then he'd still have to talk to him. But he'd also have to explain why he was holding him.

Just as he was deciding what to do, he felt Kurt stir.

When Kurt woke up, he was being held tightly by someone.

Where was he? What had happened last night? Who was holding him?

He'd never been held before. Not like this. It was kind of nice.

All of a sudden, memories from last night came rushing back to him. He'd been drunk, and Blaine had brought him home, and...

Shit.

Blaine was holding him.

Why the fuck was Blaine holding him?

Where did he get the idea that that would be an okay thing to do?

Kurt opened his eyes and sat up.

"God, Blaine, what the fuck are you doing?"

"I..."

"Just because I didn't toss you out after we hooked up last night does not mean I want you holding me and cuddling with me. Jesus." Except I do. I so do.

"Kurt, I can explain. I didn't mean t-"

"Just....Just stay here. I'm going to the bathroom." Kurt cut him off, before getting up, and walking to the bathroom.

While Kurt was gone, Blaine took the opportunity to grab Kurt's phone off the nightstand, and put his number in. He knew it was probably a stupid idea, but he wanted Kurt to have it. Just in case. Although, in case of what, Blaine didn't know.

Kurt came back from the bathroom, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"You need to get the fuck out, Anderson. I can't have you getting all mushy with me." Please don't leave.

"Look, Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm just a naturally cuddly person. I didn't mean to snuggle with you or....or anything."

"Just leave, okay? We just hooked up. That's all. I know you don't know the rules for all of this, but generally, after a hook up, the person who doesn't live in the house leaves."

"No, I know. Um...Bye, then."

"Bye." Kurt said, as he watched Blaine leave his room.

He wanted to run after him. Stop him. Anything.

But why?

He didn't understand why he was feeling this way.

It just wasn't how he worked. He didn't get 'feelings' for people. He hated everyone, and everyone feared him. That was how things worked. That was how things had to work. Otherwise, how did he expect to stay at the top of the food chain?

He reached over to grab his phone. He figured he'd have some missed texts from Santana yelling at him for leaving early, and not telling her where he was going.

When he picked up his phone, however, he saw that it was open to a new contact.

Blaine Anderson.

Fuck. That loser had left his number in his phone.

He really didn't understand the whole concept of hooking up, did he?

Kurt went to delete it, but couldn't bring himself to press the button.

He decided to keep Blaine's number. Just in case. Though, in case of what, he didn't know.

Blaine drove home, and tried not to think about Kurt.

He failed. Kurt was pretty much all he thought about anymore.

What had he gotten himself into?

He never should have let any of this happen. He should have stopped it all before the first blowjob, and he certainly shouldn't have spent the night at Kurt's last night.

Kurt didn't like him for him, he only liked his cock. That's not the type of guy Blaine wanted. He didn't want to be used.

So why did he find himself wanting to see Kurt again, even if all they did was hook up?

He just wanted to be close to him, in any way possible. If all Kurt wanted was something physical, Blaine would give him that, no matter how much he would normally be against such a thing. He just wanted Kurt.

He got home and went inside. His parents weren't home. He wondered if they'd even noticed he hadn't come home last night.

He went upstairs and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He had seventeen missed texts. Ten from Tina, and seven from Mike. They were worried about him and wanted to know where he'd gone.

Dammit, he knew this would happen.

God, Kurt was such a bad influence on him.

To Tina and Mike: I'm fine. I'm home. Don't worry.

Tina replied first.

To Blaine: Oh, thank God! Blaine, you had me worried sick, you idiot! Where'd you go? What happened?

To Tina: Um...I wasn't feeling well, so I came home. Sorry I didn't let you know before I left.

To Blaine: You can't just disappear on me like that. You could have at least texted me back. I'm sorry you were sick, but I was really worried. Just...God. Are you feeling better now?

Was Blaine feeling better? No. He felt like shit. But he wasn't sick.

To Tina: Yeah. Fine. Must've been a twenty-four hour bug or something. I'm gonna go grab a shower. I'll talk to you later, alright?

To Blaine: Okay. Glad you're feeling better.

Blaine set his phone down on his desk, and went to take a shower.

He spent nearly an hour under the hot spray of the shower nozzle. He had it turned up as hot as he could without completely burning himself, but hot enough that it hurt a little. He washed off, and then just stood there, letting the hot water relax his muscles. He'd been so stressed lately. He was going crazy.

He got out of the shower and dried off. It was barely mid-afternoon, but he decided to just put his pajamas on. He didn't feel like going anywhere today anyway.

He checked his phone, and saw that Mike had finally replied.

To Blaine: What happened to you yesterday? I was worried, and Tina was yelling at me to keep a better eye on you.

Blaine chuckled. Tina was so over protective of him, and he loved her for it. In fact, if he'd listened to her from the beginning, this whole ordeal with Kurt wouldn't even be happening.

To Mike: I already talked to Tina. I was sick, so I decided to leave. I'm sorry for not letting you guys know, but Tina already lectured me, so you don't have to.

To Blaine: Okay. You feeling alright today?

To Mike: Yep. Just needed some sleep, I guess.

Blaine hated lying to his friends, but he couldn't exactly tell them what had actually happened last night.

To Blaine: Good. I'm glad you're feeling better. Look, I've got a date with Tina, but I'll talk to you later, okay, man?

To Mike: Sure thing. You two love-birds have fun! :p

Blaine sighed and ran a hand over his face.

Why couldn't he have with Kurt what Mike had with Tina?

He knew that was a silly thing to ask. That was never going to happen. But he wanted it. Boy, did he want it.

He decided to take a walk to clear his head.

He didn't bother changing out of his pajamas, however. He was just too mentally exhausted to care.

He walked to the park, and spent some time on the swings. He watched the little children running around and laughing. He wished he could be a kid again. Things were easier, then.

He stayed there until it got dark, and he realized he'd been gone for hours, lost in his own head.

He went home, and his parents were back from wherever they'd been for the day. They didn't even say hi when he walked past them, and up to his room.

He laid down on his bed, and reached over to grab his phone, which he'd left at home when he'd gone on his walk.

He saw he had one missed text.

It was from Kurt.

To Blaine: I want to propose a deal.