I woke up as the sunlight found my eyelids but was so tired I couldn't open my eyes. I was wearing a vest and boxer shorts which is odd as I usually wear pajamas. The dovet felt crinkly and the mattress was soft and spongy. The whole bed smelt like a familiar cologne. I finally opened my eyes which is when I realised I wasn't in my bed. It was somebody else's room, bed and strong cologne. It was then that the memories of last night flooded back, I had lost my virginity to Blaine and fallen asleep in his arms. I sat up and looked around. Now that the bedroom was such a special place to me, I saw it completely different. The curtains were a beautiful lime green like the outer ring of Blaine's hazel eyes. There was a pile of auto-biographies from singers next to the dresser. I felt self-concious. This was only the second time I'd been in Blaine's house and I felt like somebody had picked me up and dropped me in somebody else's house. In my underwear. I looked around and found my clothes were missing. Maybe Blaine had put them in the washing machine because he spilled food on them last night at dinner. I began to get out of bed when the door opened and my everything entered.
"Hi beautiful" he said. I smiled. Blaine didn't have gel in his hair and was wearing only a pair of sweat pants. He was holding my clothes in his arms.
"Hi" I said softly. Blaine walked to the end of the bed. He dropped them on the bed wearing a sly smirk. "What?" I asked smiling suspicously. Blaine crawled across the bed and flopped down beside me. He held his upper body up by forcing his right elbow into the bed and faced me.
"I found something in your pocket" he whispered in my ear. I turned on my side and mimicked his position. I placed a hand on his rock-hard stomach and moved my thumb around on his skin. He chuckled. "Don't you want to know what it is?" Blaine asked me.
"Sure, what?" I asked. Blaine took a crinkled rolled up photograph out his waistband and uncurled it. It was of Blaine singing at sectionals.
