Hey peeps! So I totally planned on this just being a oneshot, but because of the really great responses, I decided to write a 2nd chapter. :D I'm a total noob to , I'm used to livejournal, so forgive me if I mess up formatting and shit. Lol how do I reply to reviews? D: I'M SO LAME.
Alright. Here we go. 3
When Kurt wakes up, he finds himself squeezing something tightly to his chest. Something warm, and something… moving. As he yawns, he drinks in an unfamiliar scent. Something sweet and fruity, but masking another scent underneath- beer. Oh. It's Blaine!
Deep in sleep, his chest rises and falls in perfect sync with Kurt's. His soft breaths rustle the fine hair on Kurt's arms and his messy curls tickle his neck. Kurt wonders briefly if he should let go of Blaine, if this is kind of inappropriate since they're just friends, really, but as he inhales the heavenly scent of Blaine's skin again, he can't help but decide against it. This feels too damn good to stop.
Except when his dad walks in.
Kurt jumps and quickly pulls his arms away and tries to scoot away from Blaine, but it's too late. The damage is done.
"Morning, Kurt. Hey, I was going to- oh." Burt's eyes grow wide with surprise.
Kurt gulps. "It- it's not what you think!"
Evidently, Blaine's been woken up. He sits up, rubs his red eyes, and mumbles, "Where am I?"
"Um… my bad." Burt bites his lip. "Uh, well, Carole and I are going to some party today, so, uh, I'll see you in a few hours."
Burt Hummel gazes at the two boys in bed together for a moment, not sure what to say, and if to be happy or angry, then turns and shuts the door behind him.
"What's going on?" groans Blaine, rolling over. He brushes a hand through his hair and rubs his eyes again. "Oh, hey, Kurt!"
"Hi, Blaine. How are you feeling?" He looks really hungover.
"I… oh god." Blaine clutches his stomach. "I feel like shit. Wait… Why am I in your bed?"
"Well, you were too drunk to drive last night, so I brought you here to crash."
"Drunk? What- oh, yeah, we went to Rachel's, huh, with the Glee club… When did we come to your house? I can't remember getting here."
"Um, I think it was around one. You don't remember?" Kurt's heart starts to sink.
"No, I don't think so… ohmygod." Blaine suddenly claps his hands over his mouth. His face is turning green. Kurt quickly jumps up, grabs his trashcan, and holds it out under Blaine's chin. Blaine coughs, then vomits into the trashcan. Just the sound of it splattering into it and the fact that oh god, Kurt is holding it, makes Kurt want to barf too- but Blaine's got more left, and he really doesn't want that on his bed. After working so hard to keep everything neat and clean, the last thing he needs is barf stains on his nice comforter. Well, they wouldn't be as bad since they'd be Blaine's, but still. And what if they got on his pajamas? Even though it's Blaine, Kurt would probably kill him.
He puts an arm around Blaine's shoulders and pats his back soothingly. "You okay, Blaine?"
Blaine coughs and clears his throat. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, Kurt, I- ohshit," and barfs again. Ew, it smells. Kurt is not looking forward to emptying that trashcan.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah, I think so." Blaine groans. "Ugh, I need to rinse my mouth out."
It's times like these Kurt is grateful to have his own bathroom. "I'll get you a cup," he says as the two of them head to the sink. He hands Blaine a glass of water, and as he drinks it, wets a washcloth with cold water. When Blaine's done, Kurt gently presses the washcloth to his cheeks and forehead.
"Ah, that feels good," says Blaine, closing his eyes and smiling. "Thanks, Kurt."
"You're welcome," replies Kurt. It's not the ideal situation, but deep down, he feels warm and fuzzy inside taking care of Blaine. He imagines being with Blaine, and being there to hand him tissues and take his temperature when he's sick, a shoulder to cry on when he's sad, to give him massages when his back hurts. Hell, he'd clean up Blaine's barf every damn day if it meant they could be together.
He comes back to earth, and realizing he and Blaine are still standing there, kind of gazing at each other. "Uh… Do you want to lay down? That might help your stomach feel better."
Blaine blinks and almost jumps, as if he was zoning out too. What was he thinking about? "Yeah, that's a good idea."
Blaine goes to the bed and lays down, hugging a pillow to his face. Kurt sits up next to him, leaning against the headboard, picking at his nails.
"You don't remember anything from the party?" Kurt asks.
"No… What did we do?"
"Uh, everyone danced a lot, we did karaoke, and we played Spin the Bottle."
"Oh yeah! I remember that. I kissed someone, didn't I?" Blaine looks at the ceiling thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember. "Someone who was a really good kisser, someone who tasted really good. Right?" He looks up at Kurt.
"Uh, yeah, you did kiss someone…"
Should he tell him the truth? Will that make things awkward? Kurt swallows.
Blaine lets out a little gasp, his eyes darting up and down to Kurt's lips, to his baby blue eyes, and back.
"Yeah… You don't remember?"
"No… Not at all."
Blaine sighs and buries his face in his hands. Kurt bites his lip, not sure what to say. Should he tell Blaine that they did more than just kiss? Oh god, what if that's considered taking advantage of him? He didn't mean to force him into doing anything… after all, Blaine was the one who was so horny in the first place!
Wait, what's that noise? He looks at Blaine, who still has his hands over his face. He hears sniffling. Is Blaine crying?
"Um… Blaine? Are you alright?"
Blaine doesn't reply.
Kurt scoots over to sit closer to him. "What's wrong, Blaine?" What if Blaine's mad at him? What if he didn't really want to kiss him?
Blaine finally looks up at Kurt. There's tears running down his cheeks, and those long, fluffy dark eyelashes surrounding his beautiful hazel eyes are wet.
Kurt puts an arm around him and pulls him close. Blaine leans his head into the boy's neck, sniffling.
"What's wrong?" Kurt reaches up to wipe away a fresh tear.
Blaine lets out a long sigh. "Kurt, I just… I can't believe we had our first kiss, and I can't remember it."
Our first kiss? Our first kiss?
"What do you mean?"
Blaine looks deep into his eyes. "I've been wanting to kiss you for so long, I've been dreaming of it for months, imagining what it would be like, and where and when I wanted to do it… and then it finally comes, and I don't remember it."
Kurt gapes at him. Blaine really does have feelings for him.
"And I certainly didn't want it to be during a game of Spin the Bottle. I mean, seriously, that's the least romantic way I could have done it!"
Kurt almost laughs at that complaint, but holds it back. He doesn't want to hurt Blaine's feelings. After all, the guy's crying, and pretty much just confessed his love.
"I'm sorry, Blaine," he murmurs quietly. "You're not the only one who's been dreaming of it."
Blaine's eyes grow wide. "You… You too?"
Kurt nods, and gives a faint smile.
"Then why did you want it to happen like that?"
"No, no, that's not how I wanted it- but you were practically begging to kiss me, and you- Jesus, Blaine, you're adorable when you're drunk! How could I say no?"
Blaine laughs. "Begging?"
"Yeah! And you kept giving me this sad puppy look. Actually, when you spun the bottle it landed on Rachel, but you moved it so it was pointing at me."
"Are you serious?"
"It was hilarious."
"Oh god. I'm such a dork."
"Yeah, but that's why I love you," replies Kurt, without thinking. Then he realizes what he just said, and claps a hand over his mouth. "Oh- oh shit."
"Really?" asks Blaine, looking shocked. "Do you mean it?"
Kurt takes a deep breath. "…Yes, I do."
Blaine's silent for a moment, but then the corners of his mouth creep up into a wide smile.
"I love you too, Kurt."
It wasn't just the alcohol talking.
Blaine pulls him into a tight hug, and Kurt seriously thinks his heart is going to explode out of his chest. Yeah, Blaine gave him a freaking blowjob the night before, but he was drunk, and this is what means something. Because Blaine loves him. They love each other.
"I have an idea."
They release each other from the hug, but their arms are still around each other loosely.
"If you don't remember our first kiss… we could, you know, redo it. Kind of. We can have another first kiss."
"Really? Does that even count?"
"It does if you want it to. After all, it's our first kiss. It's no one else's business to tell us if it was our first or not. It's our first real one. We can do it whenever you want."
"I want to," whispers Blaine, "right now."
The two boys gaze into each other's eyes for a moment, and when Blaine closes his and leans in, Kurt leans forward too to catch his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
It's kind of short, but definitely sweet, and when they pull away, Blaine looks like the happiest boy in the world.
"There's something else I need to tell you."
"Well…" Kurt gulps. Here goes. "I don't know how to say this, but last night, we did a little more than kiss."
Blaine cocks his head to one side. "What did we do?"
"Uh… you kind of, um, sucked me off."
Blaine raises his triangular eyebrows. "Are you serious?"
"Um… yeah." Kurt can't help but blush. And suddenly he pictures the barf in the trash can mixed with his come from the night before. Oh god, he'll have to check for that later.
The curly haired boy grins. "Well, one more experience to redo." He gently pushes Kurt back onto the bed.
Kurt gasps. He definitely wasn't expecting that. "No, I- I should do you this time."
"Fair enough," Blaine laughs, as Kurt starts unbuttoning his jeans.
That night, when Kurt goes online, he finds that he has an email from Mercedes.
Hey Kurt! I found this on my phone this morning, I guess I must have taken it last night at Rachel's party.. Enjoy! ;)
And attached is a video of Kurt and Blaine's first kiss.
AN: Hope you guys enjoyed it :) Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! 3 (and how the heck do I reply to them? Dx)