Fucking cramps. It isn't bad enough that he has to�excrete�blood each month, a disgusting and messy reminder that he is not physically who he is - he has to get the worst cramps on the planet, too.

He doesn't say anything, though. He just sits a little too close to Blaine's side on the couch in Jeff's garage, watching the other boys pass around a joint.

The thin paper and the crushed buds inside of it intimidate Kurt. He's never smoked anything in his life, afraid that it will affect his singing, but he doesn't mind too much when Blaine and his buddies occasionally get high together. I never do it without them, Blaine has told him, it doesn't do anything for me unless it's social. And when Kurt is there to just hang out and watch, Blaine turns into a koala, clinging and never letting go. It goes without saying that Kurt's kind of into the cuddling thing.

But today, with the pain radiating through his gut, that dopey feeling that Blaine has told him about seems like blissful relief. Anything to forget about it.

Nick's taking his hit when Kurt gives in. He leans in to Blaine's ear and murmurs, "I want to try. But... but I don't know how to smoke."

Blaine seems a little thrown off for a minute, rubbing Kurt's far shoulder where his arm rests, his arm across the back of the couch. "You're sure?"

Kurt nods. He doesn't say why, not yet, but he nods. Blaine smiles softly and pecks his temple before taking the joint from Nick, who is coughing (and it sounds quite painful to Kurt).

Blaine says, "Just open your lips, inhale like you're taking a breath, then hold until it feels right. Okay?"

"Okay," Kurt says quietly, trying not to furrow his brows in pain as another wave starts to work its way through his insides. He licks his lips and then parts them, watching Blaine suck from the end of the marijuana cigarette and then lean toward him, his chest expanding and his face looking like it does when they're about to kiss. Kurt takes one last clean breath before Blaine licks his lips and holds Kurt's jaw, exhaling slowly, lips not touching Kurt's but close enough that he wants to close the distance. And Kurt nearly does, until he realizes his lungs are filling.

There's a moment of panic and he nearly closes his mouth, but then forces himself to continue. More and more of the woodsy-tasting smoke, with just a hint of Blaine, consumes his senses and he can't take anymore; he closes his mouth and holds.

It tickles his throat and he tries not to cough, watching Blaine exhale the rest into the air and then grin, handing the joint to Jeff. He watches Kurt, though, resting his hand on Kurt's thigh and waiting.

Kurt doesn't know how long he's been holding, just that he's starting to get dizzy and a bit panicky and so he lets it go, a cloud of smoke fluttering from his lips and into the atmosphere of the garage. He swallows. His mouth feels dry, a little velvety and almost sticky, but he doesn't mind too much. His eyes feel slow. Blaine's thumb drags against his thigh in a comforting stroke and he feels it everywhere, slow and deliberate and he's pretty sure he hears the fabric beneath Blaine's hand.

Then Kurt snorts. Laughs. Keels over with it. Blaine laughs, too, and Kurt realizes then that his head is against his boyfriend's chest - he feels the steady vibrations of his laughter against his head and it's like they are one person for a moment. Different than any other time he's felt like that, with sex or conversation; it feels like he can taste the molecules in the air that keep them together.

Taste. Taste. Is he- oh. He's kissing Blaine, now. Slowly, shallowly, but they are kissing and he doesn't even care that they're sitting in front of Nick and Jeff. He tastes like the smoke tasted, only with far more Blaine and oh my god, the cramps are gone (or at least forgotten) because his head is swimming with delight and Blaine's tongue feels so wet.

He's brought out of the kiss by Jeff's laughter and passing comment - I remember when it used to hit me that fast. Crazy shit, hey, bro? And Kurt nods, blushing hotly, wow, it is kind of warm in here. He wiggles out of his cardigan and sighs, grinning at Blaine and parting his lips again for another hit.

The afternoon goes on and neither of them are fit to drive, so they just lay on the couch together when Jeff and Nick head upstairs, Kurt on top of Blaine. They kiss and touch and Kurt really has forgotten about the cramps until he realizes how long it has been since he last used the washroom. He groans softly and buries his face in Blaine's neck and he feels two wide palms sliding over his back.

"You okay, baby?"

Kurt nods. "Yeah, just..." He sighs, defeated. "Cramps."

"Cramps? Where?" Blaine strokes his back, "I'll rub for you, if you want-"

"No- Blaine," Kurt says firmly, pushing himself up a bit on his chest, "I have cramps."

Blaine blinks a few times, his hazel eyes looking far more green than usual against the slight pink that rims them, "... Oh."

"Yeah."

Blaine bites his lip in thought. "We could take a cab back to my place, maybe. And my mom has like, all the pain medication in the world."

Kurt laughs softly, then kisses Blaine on the jaw a few times. "You're so romantic. Getting me high and then offering me prescription pain meds."

"Shush," Blaine giggles and kisses him on the mouth. "Mmh. It's settled. You're coming home with me."

"You're not getting laid, you know."

Blaine laughs, "I know. Stop that. I want to cuddle with you in my bed. And eat. Oh my God, yes. Food."

Kurt hums and his tummy grumbles. "Yes. Food. All of it. Pizza? Let's order pizza. Let's order two pizzas. Let's bathe in pizza."

"I love you so much," Blaine chuckles and kisses Kurt. The taste of pot is gone now, it's just them but dryer and more sensitive.�

Kurt's not sure how often he'll give in to the desire to smoke with his boyfriend, but he feels like he could do it again. Might be nice. And he won't feel so bad about the sheer amount of pizza he really can devour in a few minutes.