GLEE!

Blaine woke up with a strangled groan that resonated in his, very, sore body. His hands groped around his body, in a hazy attempt to see if he was still in one piece. Waves of nausea rolled over him as he slowly tried to sit up without vomiting, though from the taste of his mouth he could vaguely tell that it wouldn't be the first time. He blinked, trying to clear the blurriness as he took in his surroundings, his hands now settling at his temples rubbing them in a soothing manner.

Slowly, as his eyes adjusted to the hateful sunlight pouring through a window too his left, the curtains were drawn open just enough to let the light in without it being obnoxious. They were white, simple yet elegant, and Blaine was surprised at how gay his brain was when he was this hung over. A few book shelves lines the fairly large room, they were full of books, obviously, and what seemed to be very planned minor knick-knacks scattered around them. No pictures, Blaine noticed right away, well as quickly as his brain could process in its current state, making their stark whiteness all the more noticeable. The few splashes of color stood out, various modern looking decors adorned the walls, deep crimsons and blacks, which Blaine now noticed matched the bed spread.

"Bed spread..." Blaine didn't know how he missed the fact he was in a bed, "Where..." suddenly his brain seemed to be functioning at a much more normal speed, eyes darting around looking for clues. He was dressed, wearing what he had on last night, so he took that as a good sign. He almost chuckled when the first thing he thought about was that Kurt would be angry a him for not caring for his clothes properly.

"Wait...Kurt..." he scrunched his eyes tightly together trying to piece together the previous night. He had been out with Kurt, avoiding knife wielding Tina, and a near critical meltdown Rachel. Sushi, which had taken all of half an hour to get through, then they were going to a piano bar, Blaine had convinced him to go, Kurt drove, like he always did. His memory gets a bit scattered after that point, just brief snippets and moments out of context...

"Kurt! You have to sing!" Blaine laughed trying to pull his friend on stage with him.

"Loosen up! We came to have fun!" Blaine elbowing Kurt, laughing.

"Is... issss there any al... alcohol in theeese? I feel sooooo suber.." Blaine descending into a fit of giggles.

Singing a duet with some brunette in a moose sweater, Moose sweater?, dancing like a bad 80's pop singer, totally his style.

Flashes of Kurt: rolling his eyes; swaying ever so slightly whenever Blaine sang; of a bright smile, now lost to Blaine why it occurred; a bit of awkward dancing. He liked those memories a bit more than the ones of himself, though he didn't know why. Besides that however Blaine was rather out of the loop as to how he got where he was, or even where he was in general.

Blaine glanced at the side table closest to his(?) side of the bed. Aspirin and a half empty glass of water. He was taken care of it seemed, he was dressed and taken care of, so he was safe. He hoped. A polite rapist didn't seem to be the likely, though his body was a wreck of aches and pains so he didn't want to rule it out until he found the strength to stand.

The door across the room opened quickly and Blaine jumped, grabbing the nearest object he could find, which sadly turned out to be an alarm clock, and held it out as a weapon. He wondered quickly if GLEE training included how to fight off an assailant with house hold items, and if so he wished he had gotten that lesson. If he was in a more sound state of mind he might have wondered where his GLEE issued firearm was but this was not a moment for thinking.

"Yes Blaine I know what time it is..." Kurt, wonderful, tall, every hair perfectly in place, Kurt stood at the door wearing an apron and holding a mixing bowl lazily at his side. He looked somewhere between annoyed and amused, a standard expression Blaine had received, but his posture was far more relaxed than Blaine had ever seen him.

"It's... it's you..." Blaine shook his head, Kurt was here, in this...house? Apartment? Wearing an apron?

"Who were you expecting to walk in? My dad?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"I...I really don't know. My head feels like Finn has been using me as a punching bag after a fight with Rachel..." Blaine blushed a bit, feeling foolish. Even he could now work out he was at Kurt's apartment, in what he hoped was a guest room, though he didn't think Kurt was the type to have a guest room. That thought just made him blush more, he jumped out of the bed, Kurt's bed(?), like it was filled with irate scorpions. His legs however didn't like the sudden change in status, refusing to go into standing mode, so he just found himself face down on the ground, his ankles tangled in Kurt's sheets. Not a good day for dignity.

"Woah slow down..." Kurt sighed, suppressing the urge to laugh while simultaneously trying not to yelled about how that was hardly proper treatment for linens with such high thread counts. "You had...abit to drink." The battle inside of him not smirk was not going well, so he settled for biting his bottom lip and snorting.

"I got that..." Blaine gestured at himself, half-heartedly, "God... my head... what time is it... feels like I've been out for a year.."

"381 days at the very least..." Kurt quipped, "Also I made a vegan souffle."

"What?" Blaine squinted in confusion the shook his head, "Never mind... I...Ummmm I have the feeling I should apologize. It's been I while since I've gotten drunk... for a reason. I...I don't handle myself very well."

Kurt shrugged, "Don't worry, once you've dealt with Rachel and Tina doing sake bombs with a visiting delegate from Jesp VI on a very busy Easter weekend, getting a drunk rookie home is easier than getting shot at... which is how that night ended by the way." Kurt gave him a look that clearly told Blaine not to ask about the incident, which he was more than happy to comply.

"Well...I'm still sorry. It was very bad form." Blaine smiled now, scrapping himself off the not surprisingly comfortable carpet, white like the rest of the room. Now knowing who the owner was made the room make much more sense, and he found himself liking it all the more. Very Kurt, simple, clean, sharp, and above all tasteful. Blaine preferred a more rustic look when it came to interior design, be he enjoyed the modern minimalist feel the room had.

"Dignity is a luxury in our line of work. I'm not going to scold you for getting plastered, after this week from hell its completely understandable." The droll tone to the taller man's voice was free of malice so Blaine accepted it, there were bigger questions to be answered.

"Shameful actions aside... can I please inquire how I ended up here?" Blaine cleared his throat, trying to act casual about the situation. Blaine didn't make a habit of waking up in other people's beds after blacking out. Not since he had been a sophomore in college and found himself in Jeremiah's bed, funny enough though that's how they started dating. In the back of his head he felt a small pang of guilt, he hadn't been in another man's bed since then.

"Well I couldn't bring you back to GLEE, apparently Tina's mood did not improve with time." Kurt smiled, setting the mixing bowl down, "Finn was out on patrol so his place was out, Rachel lives way too far out of the city, and I don't think I actually know where Quinn sleeps... or if she ever does for that matter." Blaine laughed, already feeling less tense. "So I brought you back here, you were pretty far gone by that point. I almost went deaf with you drunkenly slurring Katy Perry in my ear." And once again Blaine went from at ease to embarrassed, he half wondered if Kurt was doing it on purpose.

"Again sorry...Blame it on the alcohol" He buried his face into his hands and sighed, trying to compose himself.

"Apology accepted. I would have put you on the sofa in the living room but... well you insisted..."

"Oh God..." Blaine curled deeper into himself.

"That I give you a tour... you are a very loud and very persuasive drunk." Kurt finished his thought, actively choosing to ignore Blaine's growing humiliation. He'd never admit it out loud but he was enjoying the swirling vortex of emotion the younger man was giving off. Normally it was headache inducing, but he was in a good mood today, a welcome change in his life. Not to mention Blaine was a bit cute when he blushed, just a bit.

"You were well behaved until we got to my room..." Kurt paused for dramatic effect, "at which point you saw my bed, and promptly jumped into it. I've only ever seen Finn fall asleep that fast." He smirked as Blaine processed the information, feeling his mood shift from embarrassment, to worry, then turning into an odd mixture that even Kurt couldn't quite name, but it felt a bit... orange(?).

Blaine glared at him, but the small smile on his face ruined the effect. "You did that on purpose."

"I'll never tell, shame you're not a psychic like me." Kurt winked, that was new, and collected his bowl disappeared down the hall humming.

Once he was left alone Blaine flopped backward back onto the bed, closed his eyes, and for the first time since he woke up he allowed himself to just breathe. He didn't think about making an ass of himself, or if he was safe, or if Kurt was angry. He just let his breath steady itself, the tension slipping away from his body. The scent of Kurt's room, it was warm and subtle. It made him smile.

GLEE!


Author Note: Hi... *blush* So it's been a while haha. I hope you enjoyed this brief update. I'm hoping to continue this again, not sure how often updates will come... but I'm hoping it more often than 1 chapter every 381 days.