Part three! Reviews are loved like kisses! :D
" So. "
" So. "
" Do you um, know? About. . . about why exactly we're, um, " Just kill me now! Please! Since when had it gotten so awkward to talk to his best friend? It wasn't like they hadn't been found in the same bed before. It had become one of those things that just happen. Like, if they were watching a movie and it got late they'd just both collapse on the same bed. Sometimes it was a little strange, waking up with Blaine - who Kurt was secretly thinking was an octopus in his sleep - covering him entirely. In those situations, it had been easy to just sort of . . . brush it off, take it in their stride. Like, hey! We're best friends! It happens! But this was something entirely different.
It was one thing falling asleep with your best friend and entirely aware of it. It was another to wake up naked, not knowing what happened the night before and your best friend in his boxers in the bathroom who didn't how he'd got there either. It was like some messed CSI episode. Hence the now two now-this-is-very-awkward-best-friends sitting opposite each other with crumpled clothes thrown on and coffee mugs clenched tightly between them. Kurt couldn't even look at Blaine! How could he? I mean, it was probable that they hadn't slept together. . . but, whilst he was pulling on a t-shirt, he realised that half of what he was wearing was most likely Blaine's. Tugging the duvet closer still, it was cold after all, he cleared his throat again. " I mean you were erm doing . . . i-in the bathroom. " It was times like this, that Kurt loved Blaine and how he really looked like he was trying to remember something.
" Nope. " It was times like this that Kurt wanted to claw Blaine's face off in frustration.
" Ok. " Voice strained, Kurt watched as Blaine took another gulp of coffee. God, they must look awful. " Can you remember anything? Like, at all? "
Another gulp of coffee. Was he drinking it? Or inhaling it? " Nope. " Stupid duck.
" That's not really helping anything then is it! " Kurt finally snapped, lashing some of his own coffee back, silently making it into a competition.
" Well, can you remember anything? " Blaine fired back, narrowing his sleepy eyes in on his best friends angered face.
Kurt scowled and attempted to burn a hole in the table with his eyes alone. " . . . no. "
Sighing frustratedly, Blaine pushed back from the table and tipped the dregs of remaining coffee into the sink before turning round slowly to lean on the counter. His spine was sore, and though it could mean something else, he blamed it on sleeping funny on the bathroom floor. The two stayed in silence, the only sound a faint ticking of a clock and Kurt slurping at his drink. A low murmur of ' God I love caffeine Everyone should just have caffeine and never drink alcohol! If I was a supervillan I would totally be called the ' caf-fiend ' because that's just amazing. Caffeine instead of alcohol kids! Then I wouldn't be in this situation. Nobody would! Then life would be better. . . ' rambled on until Blaine moved back towards his seat to look evenly, if slightly confused, at Kurt who avoided his gaze completely, finding his toes suddenly extremely interesting.
Another beat of silenced passed before both of them locked gazes and rambled at the same time -
" So did you - "
" Did we sleep together? "