Quick klaine fanfic that's been in my head for a while! xD

could turn out to be more than a one-shot but mergh, let's see your reaction first! k?

enjoy! xx

Too. Fuckin'. Bright.

I mean like, seriously? Is someone shining a light in my face or something?

Groaning, Kurt toppled out of bed - legs splayed, arms flailing and another groan as his head hit the cold hard ground. Hands flying instinctively to nurse the sore spot, it took him a moment. And only a moment. To realise that he was completely and utterly naked. Like, naked naked. If anyone had been around Kurt Hummel for long, you'd know that he didn't wake up without at least three layers on. So to be completely naked, in a strange room with rumpled sheets, a light sheen of sweat across his pale body and a loud click in the background - it was safe to say he was utterly bewildered.

Drawing the duvets in around him, he gathered them up and spun round wildly. What the hell was going on? Why the heck was he naked? What had happened? A sharp ringing noise at the front of his head powered him to do something. God, maybe some water could help. Stumbling blindly to the kitchen, he moved to the tap and drank straight from the faucet not even caring for the cotton socks taste he could feel in his mouth. Smacking his lips together like a cat, he slumped back against the island counter and groaned again.

Something vibrated from within the duvet, followed by Kurt quickly flinging it off in shock. What the fuck was that? Steadying his breathing, he tentatively peeled off the duvet and saw it was his phone. Playing. . . what? Blaines ringtone? What time was it anyway? Why was he calling so early? Fumbling blindly with the phone that had been tumbled along with various pieces of clothing also wrapped in the duvet, another thing that worried him, he grunted into the phone in a way of greeting.

" Kurt? I-is that you? " Hysterical Blaine, whilst incredibly adorable, woke Kurt up a little bit more. Though he did yawn a little.

" Yup. It's me. Hey - where are you? "

" I left after the party, " Ah yes. The party. Of course. Santanas house. Blaines first time there. " A-and then I woke up in a bathroom? I-I have no idea what the hell I'm doing! And Kurt, this is going to sound wierd but. . . I think I slept with someone last night. "

That shocked Kurt awake entirely.

" W-what? Why? How? What happened? "

" Well. . . I woke up naked. " That awkward chuckle made by his best friend just made Kurt panic more.

" Alright alright. Do you know where you are at the moment? "

" Bathroom. "

" More specific than that Blaine! " Snapped Kurt angrily, pressing against his temples and smoothing them down.

" Nope, I just know it's a bathroom. Something pink in h - oh god! Tampons! " An adorable squeal followed, echoed by the sound of a box being thrown.

Rolling his eyes, Kurt stiffly tried to get up with very little success. " Ok, give me a minute. I'll just go to the bathroom and call you back. "

" Ok. "

Hanging up, Kurt grunted and rubbed his sore tired eyes. Why so early? Couldn't he have waited a little? Pulling on some sweatpants that didn't seem to be his, he tripped over some shoes in the hall and steadied himself just in time. Crawling up the stairs like a drunk lion, he crashed into the door and stepped on a duck of some sort. It had squeaked loudly, followed by a whimper so Kurt had assume - woah woah woah. Hold up. Whimper? Ducks don't whimper Kurt.

Slowly and carefully, Kurt looked down with narrowed eyes only for them to widen again when he saw an equally shocked face staring up at him.

" KURT? "

" BLAINE? "