"Blaine...oh my Gaga I'm so sorry!" Kurt squeaked, feeling the tears building up in his eyes at Blaine's state. Blaine didn't answer, just kept his head buried under his right arm, not daring to meet Kurt's eyes. Guilt shrieked through Kurt, pooling at the bottom of his stomach and making him feel physically sick. 

"Blaine. Please look at me..." Kurt whispered, eyes raking over his limp boyfriend. "Blaine..?" Kurt crawled up Blaine's body, carefully avoiding all of the pee till he was able to nuzzle his nose into Blaine's cheek. 

Blaine refused to look of him of course, staying mute as Kurt rubbed his nose calmly over Blaine's cherry red cheek, his breathing shallow. The silence that filled the room rung in Kurt's ears, it felt like they'd had a huge fight. A screaming match. 

"Blaine, I don't care." Kurt assured him, fingers sweeping up to brush the hair away from his sweaty forehead. "This was all my fault, and I am so, so sorry." Kurt couldn't put into words how sorry he was, how guilty he felt. He watched Blaine blush a deeper shade of red and knew Blaine could hear every word he was saying, but was just too humiliated to answer. 

Embarrassment shot through Blaine in bursts, turning into little daggers that pierced his skin. His release had left him hollowly satisfied, now that he didn't have the distraction of needing to piss, his full focus was on what a complete fool he'd made out of himself in front of Kurt. He felt bad too, for Kurt. While Kurt murmered constant apoligies into his ear, saying that this was all his own fault and Blaine had nothing to be ashamed of, Blaine couldn't help but feel guilty that Kurt was blaming himself for this. With every apology Blaine cringed internally, this wasn't Kurt's fault, he needn't be guilty; Blaine was the one who had no control over his own body. 

Blaine decided that maybe it was best to stay away from Kurt for a little while, just get up now, ask Kurt to untie him and then apoligize for his disgusting behaviour then leave. They could sort this out when Blaine's head wasn't such a mess; full of embarrassment and humiliation.

"P-please untie me." Blaine asked in a voice so weak it made Kurt shiver. Kurt scrambled to un-knot the tie, pulling it off with a swift whooshing sound. 

"Blaine..please would you just listen to me for a second. I made you do this, ok? This isn't your fault, the fault is all mine." Kurt tried to reassure Blaine in a shaky voice, Blaine keeping his head firmly underneath his arm, his eyes shut. 

"Blaine...?" Blaine finally turned towards Kurt, but didn't meet his eyes. Instead he focused his gaze on the wall behind Kurt, finding the poster of Alessandra Mastronardi on the cover of Vogue far more interesting at this particular moment. 

"Maybe I should just go.." Blaine said to Kurt in a broken voice, feeling horribly needy at the moment. What Blaine really wanted was for Kurt to snuggle up to him and tell him that this was all going to be ok, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon so Blaine felt it best to just run away. 

"No! Please Blaine, please just stay. I want you to stay, I need you to stay." Kurt was the one begging this time, cupping Blaine's (still burning) left cheek with his hand. Why has Blaine never noticed just how big Kurt's hands are against his skin? For such a stunning, petite, beautiful person Kurt sure did have large hands, but Blaine adored it. 

"Let me make it up to you." Kurt offered, an idea popping into his head. 

"What...?" Blaine asked, confusion thick in his voice. He looked into Kurt's gorgeous sky blue orbs, seeing just how guilty Kurt really felt in them. Blaine wondered what his own eyes looked like right at this very moment, would embarrassment be apparent in them? Blaine asked himself. Blaine's eyes seemed to be the worst of Kurt's worries right now as he leaped off the bed and ran into his en-suite. 

He rushed over to the bath with a smile, turning on both the hot and cold taps and running back to the bed while the huge bath filled up.