Sunday morning dawned bright and shining, all signs of the storm passed. Wes, who had forgotten to draw his curtains the night before when he staggered to bed, found himself awoken by the glare, and to his rage, unable to go back to sleep. Lying there the Warbler began to reminisce about the night before. It was then that he remembered Kurt drunkenly performing cheers on the table. The head Warbler's responsible side won out, and feeling rather guilty about Kurt, he resolved to go check on the boy. Pulling himself out of bed groaning he set off down the hall to Kurt's room.
Wes pushed open Kurt's bedroom door quietly to avoid waking him. Kurt had quickly become famous in Dalton for being a grumpy riser and Wes couldn't handle that level of wrath the morning after a wild party. Kurt's room was still dark as the curtains were closed so at first Wes didn't realise what he was seeing. Then a huge smile split across his face causing his eyes to all but disappear in his face. 'Kurt and Blaine! Finally' he thought happily. The picture in front of him was so cute that he resolved to capture it.
Kurt and Blaine were wrapped up together underneath Kurt's large pile of blankets. Kurt's head rested on Blaine's arm, turned in towards Blaine's neck. Blaine's head rested on top of Kurt's and his other arm was curled protectively around Kurt's waist. Both boys though asleep looked content. Wes grinned as he snapped a picture with Kurt's Polaroid camera. The flash didn't wake them up though it did cause Blaine to scrunch up his face in sleepy discomfort. Wes tiptoed over to Kurt's desk and grabbed a black pen. On the back of the photo he scrawled hastily 'Klaine! Aww!' He grinned as he stuck the photo on Kurt's corkboard with a pin. With that Wes hurried quietly out of the room.
Two hours later Kurt woke up still wrapped in Blaine's arms. He felt insanely comfortable and at first didn't remember why. Turning his head sleepily he caught sight of Blaine's curly head sharing his pillow. Kurt widened his eyes in surprise and immediately regretted the movement as pain stabbed his head mercilessly. The events of the night before flooded back in a deluge and Kurt winced in embarrassment and pain. Kurt's throat was dry and his attempt to clear it resulted only in more pain and an odd guttural sound. 'Great Kurt', he scolded himself mentally, 'you finally get closer to Blaine and you're a drunken mess. And now you're hungover and gross'.
Kurt's worrying was interrupted by Blaine. The still sleeping boy tightened his grip on Kurt's waist and pulled him even closer. Kurt's worrying melted away as he stared at Blaine and realised that his amazing friend looked even more amazing when he was sleeping. 'He's so gorgeous' Kurt thought dreamily as he stared at Blaine's sleeping face in awe. Blaine's hair, normally so regimentally restrained, was tousled and curly and fell over one eye adorably. Kurt's gazing was interrupted when Blaine opened his eyes slowly. Kurt waited apprehensively, suddenly very aware of the fact that he was in fact in Blaine's arms, but Blaine's face broke into a wide smile when he saw him. Kurt gave a silent sigh of relief and attempted to smile back. Pain ripped through his head at the attempt though and he groaned, unthinkingly burying his head further into Blaine's embrace.
Blaine chuckled lightly and rubbed Kurt's back in soothing circles with his free hand. 'I bet you feel pretty rough', he stated quietly, with a touch of amusement in his voice. Kurt raised his head to look at Blaine and Blaine had to stifle a giggle at Kurt's tousle-headed cuteness. 'I think I'm dying. Make sure Mercedes gets my chaise' he replied dryly. Blaine laughed and answered jokingly, 'What do I get?' Kurt pretended to ponder deeply then replied 'Pavarotti of course'. Blaine laughed again at the silliness of the moment. One of the things that had him so obsessed with Kurt was the other boy's sense of humour, and Blaine was amazed that Kurt could be funny even while shockingly hungover.
Kurt smiled at Blaine's laugh and ignored the ensuing ache in his head. 'Thanks for helping me last night', he began tentatively, 'I know I was a mess'. Blaine smiled but then frowned as he remembered that Kurt had arrived at the party drunk. 'Hey Kurt, the guys said you were drunk by the time you got to the party. Why did you do that?' he asked seriously, his face concerned. Kurt flushed at the question and groaned. 'I hoped you wouldn't realise that', he admitted guiltily. Blaine's forehead creased in confusion and he looked at Kurt for an explanation. Kurt sighed and began, 'Fine. I was nervous okay?' Blaine replied 'nervous?' Kurt was clearly embarrassed now. He had risen to a sitting position looking at Blaine who was still lying down. 'I was nervous to be around the guys without you there. I realised as the time for the party got nearer that I had never actually hung out with them without you beside me and I got shy I guess.' Kurt felt mortified as he admitted this to the ever-confident Blaine. He picked idly at his comforter as he waited for Blaine to respond.
Blaine was shocked. Kurt seemed so confident all of the time. Blaine felt guilty for not being at the party with Kurt. He cleared his throat and watched Kurt's hands moving. He reached out his hand and put it on top of Kurt's stilling the movement. 'Kurt, I feel awful for missing the party and not being there for you', he began. Kurt looked at his face, eyes wide. 'It's not your fault! It's mine for being too dependent on you really', he exclaimed, then groaned as his head throbbed. Blaine's worried eyes softened at the sound. Realising how sick Kurt felt, he gently pulled him down until he was in a horizontal position again. 'Hey, you need to rest okay? You're so hungover'. Kurt mumbled quietly, 'okay'. The boys lay side by side now shoulders touching. Blaine stared at the ceiling processing everything Kurt had said. Something was niggling at him and then he realised what it was. Kurt had claimed that he was too dependent on him! Blaine felt worried, what if Kurt wanted to branch out and spend less time with him? He plucked up the courage to ask Kurt.
'Kurt', he began, speaking softly. Kurt's eyes were clenched shut but he whispered, 'yeah?' in response. 'Do you really think you're too dependent on me?' Blaine asked, hoping his voice wasn't betraying his nerves. Kurt frowned as he pondered the question. 'Well, sometimes I worry that I am too clingy and that you're just too nice a guy to tell me to back off', he admitted finally, his cheeks flushing pink. Blaine was shocked, then outraged. 'Kurt!' he admonished the other boy, 'that's not true at all! I could never spend enough time with you' Kurt's eyes flew open in surprise. 'Whoa! I just admitted way too much' Blaine thought in horror. He had been so caught up in reassuring Kurt that he had forgotten to filter his words.
Kurt was rejoicing at the sweet declaration but mentally warned himself not to get his hopes up. Blaine was just a nice person. He probably didn't realise how romantic that had sounded. Realising that the room had been quiet for a few minutes Kurt risked turning his head to see Blaine. The other boy was blushing madly. Kurt, still too sick to think properly was much more daring than usual and reached over and stroked Blaine's cheek clumsily. 'Thanks. That was so sweet', he told him. Blaine smiled in relief. He had worried that his bold declaration had freaked Kurt out. 'No worries' he answered warmly.
Blaine got out of bed and went to Kurt's desk to get his poor friend some pain relief tablets and water. Kurt swallowed the tablets gratefully and Blaine returned the glass to the desk. It was then that the photo caught his eye. Blaine's eyes widened in shock as he realised that he was looking at a picture of him and Kurt from that morning! 'Kurt, look! Someone took a picture of us' he exclaimed. Kurt raised his head in bleary confusion. Blaine took the picture off the board and brought it over to Kurt. He climbed back inside the blankets as the room was very cold and handed Kurt the photo. Kurt smiled as he looked at it, 'It is cute' he admitted turning to smile at Blaine. The boys held the look for a few seconds before Kurt flushed and looked away. He reached around for something to fill the awkward silence and saw writing on the back of the photo. 'Look, it says something' he said excitedly.
Blaine rested his chin on Kurt's shoulder to see and they both read the words together. There was confused silence for a moment, and then Kurt asked 'Klaine?' in a confused voice. Blaine inwardly cursed Wes. Of course Blaine knew that Klaine was his and Kurt's 'couple' name but he couldn't think of a way of telling Kurt without mortifying them both. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and Kurt turned to look at him inquisitively.
'You know?' he stated accusingly, guessing correctly that Blaine's red cheeks meant he was hiding something. Blaine squirmed under the scrutinising gaze but didn't know how to reply so he remained silent. Kurt leaned over Blaine and put both of his hands on Blaine's chest. 'Tell me' he demanded, mock threateningly. Blaine gazed up that the boy he so desperately liked, leaning over him so provocatively and felt as though he was swooning. Kurt of course was oblivious to Blaine's sudden starry-eyed expression and strengthened his grip on Blaine's shirt. Blaine didn't think he could endure any more without confessing his feelings in a wildly inappropriate manner so he decided to answer. 'Yeah. It's what the guys call us, you know our names together' Blaine stumbled over the explanation.
Comprehension dawned on Kurt's face and he grinned. 'That's pretty clever actually. I call Wes and David Wevid. What do you think?' he admitted with a mischievous smile. Blaine laughed outright. 'Kurt, that's genius. I can't wait to call them that' he said enthusiastically. The boys grinned at each other happily.
Kurt lay back down. 'I'm never drinking again', he promised fervently. Blaine chuckled but declined commenting. 'No really I mean it' Kurt insisted. Blaine turned on his side so that he and Kurt were facing each other. 'You will drink again Kurt. Next time we'll probably get drunk together. But please don't drink alone anymore. It's not cool' he stated seriously, eyes so genuine and concerned that Kurt felt bad. 'I promise. I won't do that again' he replied solemnly. Blaine rewarded his promise with a warm smile and an impulsive hug. Kurt felt it was a fair trade.
The moment was interrupted by a series of complicated knocks on Kurt's door. Both boys raised up on one arm and watched as Wes and David bounded into the room. 'Aww! Look at our favourite couple' David exclaimed jokingly. Wes laughed and looked to the corkboard to see if they had discovered the picture. The members of Klaine both blushed at the implications. 'What do you guys want? Don't you know how hungover I am?' Kurt asked snarkily. David threw himself on the bed and wrapped one arm around Kurt's thin shoulders. 'Of course we do Kurt. You were epically drunk last night!' he teased. Kurt blushed even more and Blaine frowned at David warningly. This caused David to laugh at Blaine's protective instincts. Wes stepped in. 'Kurt. It's dorm tradition for the boys to have breakfast together the morning after the dorm party. We're all somewhat hungover so that excuse won't fly.' He informed Kurt with a wink. Kurt groaned and looked to Blaine for help. Blaine who was chuckling at Kurt's dramatics merely held up his hands in surrender. 'It is tradition Kurt' he answered laughingly. Kurt threw his pillow at his traitorous friend. David catcalled loudly and shouted in mock-disgust 'Hey! Keep the bedroom antics for when you're alone!' At Kurt's growl of rage both Wes and David hastily left the room, but not before warning Kurt and Blaine to be in the dining room in ten minutes.
The boys got out of bed reluctantly. Kurt swayed a little on his feet when he stood for the first time. Blaine held his arm until he steadied. 'You don't have to go if you're too sick' Blaine assured his friend. Kurt thought for a second then replied 'I think I'll be okay. Not that I can eat anything of course'. Blaine nodded sympathetically. He turned to leave in order to get dressed in his own room but Kurt called his name just as he reached the door. Blaine turned to face him questioningly. Kurt blushed and said quietly 'I just wanted to thank you for everything; for being here last night'. Blaine's heart soared as he stared at Kurt intensely. Holding the other boy's gaze he answered truthfully 'I'll always be there Kurt. I promise'.