I haven't read through this or spell checked it, by the way, because I'm horribly lazy. Please ignore any typos or errors that are sure to be crawling between every line. Also, can I just stress that the night in question throughout this fic is a different night to the one in The First Time.
I am going to throw up.
That was Blaine's first thought when he awoke. He attempted to open his eyes but the movement was painful as the lids dragged across his eyeballs like sandpaper. The world around him appeared to be spinning. His stomach churned and Blaine quickly snapped his eyes shut again. Groaning, he shifted his position. His body clashed against something. No, somebody. Kurt. Blaine snuggled up against him. Except… Kurt didn't smell like that. Where was the scent of his elaborate skin care routine? The mysterious cologne that Kurt refused to name?
"God, you're hot even when you're sleeping," a voice, drowned in sleeze and lust, sounded beside him.
As Blaine's stomach gave another lurch it felt like it was dragging his heart with it. More defiantly this time he opened his eyes. As the world came in to slow focus he realised that the room he was in didn't belong to him or Kurt. Blaine wasn't sure who it belonged to. Then he gazed up to see Sebastian's face leering down at him, and there was that thought again.
I am going to throw up.
"What the…" Blaine spluttered.
He sat up with a jolt, his head throbbing powerfully. What on Earth had he drank last night to make himself feel this way? Sebastian pushed him back down in to the matress. "Ssh, it's okay," he whispered, trailing a finger down Blaine's bare chest. Again, Blaine's stomach clenched.
"Why am I naked?" he whispered. He felt confused, vulunerable. This was too much to wake up to.
"Oh, I think you can guess," Sebastian purred. He began planting kisses across Blaine's skin.
Blaine gulped. "Did we-"
"Oh yeah." Sebastian gave a light chuckle.
"I have to go," Blaine declared. He jumped out of bed, trying to cover himself as best as he could whilst simultaneously searching for his clothes. Sebastian lay back with his hands behind his head, grinning. "Explain," Blaine ordered as he slipped on his jeans.
"What is there to explain?" Sebastian shrugged. "You argued with Kurt. You were going to walk home when I persuaded you to come back in to the club. We had a few drinks and, well…" He chuckled again. "Let's just say you weren't so upset about Kurt anymore."
Blaine paused to allow Sebastian's story to mingle with his own recollections of the previous night. He remembered turning up at Scandals with Kurt, who was in a slightly irritable mood. Kurt hadn't wanted to come in the first place, Blaine remembered, but he suspected that the thought of himself being alone with Sebastian for a whole night had been enough to make Kurt force himself along. Then Sebastian had arrived a little later, well after Blaine had finished off two beers and Kurt his cocktail.
Blaine was a terrible lightweight, so it was all a little hazy after that. Though he did remember dancing with Sebastian for a while, and Kurt storming out of the bar, and the two of them arguing in the parking lot in an eerie repeat of the first time they had all gone to Scandals together. Kurt had drove away, Blaine had stayed. The rest of Blaine's memories were too dim to be strung together in to one reliable recollection.
Blaine stared at Sebastian. "No," he said eventually, shaking his head. "That can't be right. I would never-"
"But you did," Sebastian interrupted.
"I have to go," Blaine repeated. He desired nothing more than to escape the other boys presence.
Sebastian winked at him and Blaine scrambled to get out. He dashed blindly through the unfamiliar house, hoping he wouldn't run in to Sebastian's parents on the way. As soon as he reached the outside, his head threw itself downwards and he vomitted all over the pavement. Sobbing, still unbearably confussed, he began to walk. Blaine's first intentions had been to go straight home, but then he realised that was making his way to Kurt's.
A small, unconcious part of him had realised that Kurt would make this all okay, he always did. Kurt was his anchor. His home. But oh God... how was he going to explain this? Espeacially when Blaine didn't even understand the situation himself. There was no way on Earth he would ever even consider cheating on Kurt, but the fact that somehow Blaine had ended up in Sebastian's bed still remained.
One thing Blaine was sure about was that Kurt would never forgive him if he discovered the truth. The betrayal would crush him. Blaine stumbled blindly through town, ignoring the stares that followed him. God, I must look like hell, he thought as he blinked in the harsh glow of sunlight. Hangovers were never something that Blaine dealt with well.
He eventually found himself turning the corner in to Kurt's street. The knotted bundle of fear coiled in his stomach seemed to loosen slightly. He was going to be with Kurt soon, possibly wrapped up in his arms, and then everything would be okay. He'd find a way to explain himself somehow. He'd find an answer to it all.
Hoping that it wasn't deemed too early to be calling at this time on a Sunday, Blaine jogged up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. Finn slouched over to the door, dressed in a ratty pair of grey sweats with a bowl of half-eaten cereal cupped in one hand. "Hey man," he mumbled upon seeing Blaine on the doorstep.
"Is Kurt home?" Blaine asked.
"He was taking a shower the last time I checked. Burt and my mom are out, so I guess it's okay if you go down to the basement," Finn explained with a shrug.
"Thanks," Blaine muttered distractedly. He wasn't in the mood to be his usual cheery, polite self, so with a quick nod he dashed past Finn and down the steps that lead to Kurt's basement bedroom.
The smell of scented steam hit him on the stairs, drifting in from Kurt's en suite. Kurt himself was padding bare footed around his bedroom, a damp towel slung low on his hips. Blaine coughed once and Kurt whirled around, almost loosing his towel and immediately turning bright red.
"Blaine," he gasped. "What are you doing here so early?"
"I- I needed to see you," Blaine mumbled. He could feel his throat growing thick.
"If it's about last night, then can we please just-" Kurt paused as he sensed Blaine's mood. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"No. Oh God." Blaine breathed hard then errupted in to loud, heavy sobs. They made his chest rattle and his head spin. Blaine span around to face the wall, closing his eyes and biting down hard on his fist.
"Let me- one second-" Kurt dashed from the room, a bundle of random clothes in his arms. He returned a moment later dressed in a plain shirt and black jeans.
"I'm sorry," Blaine continued to sob.
"Blaine, look at me," Kurt demanded. Blaine turned. He inspected Kurt's anxious expression, his eyes awash with concern, and instantly felt even worse.
"I didn't mean- I don't know how-" Blaine blundered.
Kurt took his hand and lead him over to the bed. He sat down, tugging Blaine in to his lap and resting his head on his boyfriends shoulder, running comforting cirlcles around Blaine's palm with his fingertips. "Calm down," Kurt ordered.
"I'm really sorry, Kurt," Blaine whispered.
"You're scaring me. What's happened?" Kurt asked. He brushed at a stray curl dangling by Blaine's ear.
Blaine squeezed his eyes tight shut. "I slept with Sebastian," he announced. His voice was a less audible whisper than before, and if it wasn't for the way Kurt had suddenly grew rigid Blaine would have doubted he'd even been heard.
Slowly Kurt removed his fingers from Blaine's palm, and in that moment Blaine knew he'd been wrong. There wasn't an answer for this. Things were definitely not going to be okay.
This fic will be multi-chaptered but it won't be immensely long. I'm still working on Take These Broken Wings, this is simply a little side project to keep me entertained. Reviews are as always appreciated.