Kurt awoke the following morning with a hangover to rival Ke$ha. Every single part of him ached until it was numb, especially his head. It took him a short while to work out where he actually was.

He was lying in the corner of Mercedes lounge, mounds of empty beer bottles scattered around him. The clock lying on the ground next to him said the time was 9am.

Kurt never over slept, what had happened last night?

His eyes kept fluttering open and shut, he was still finding it quite difficult to stay awake. He raised his head high enough to see some of the others in the room.

Quinn and Sam had fallen asleep on the couch together, all wrapped up in each other's arms like little kids, just below them, sprawled out on the floor was a half naked Santana. Tina and Mike were nowhere to be seen, and Arties empty wheelchair was lying on its side in the corridor. Kurt presumed he and Brittany had gone off to one of the bed rooms to "do the naughty".

He thought he caught a glimpse of David, Mercedes and Wes propped up against the kitchen door, but it was hard to make out any forms, as his head was swirling so much.

However there were three people who Kurt couldn't see anywhere. These were Finn, Puck and Blaine. His eyes scanned the room in front of him but there was no sign of the illusive trio.

Kurt sighed, and, still feeling extremely tired, rolled over.

Oh. OH. OHMYGOD. Blaine was there, the other side of Kurt. He had his arm around Kurt's waist and was still completely out of it. Had they been? Yes. Oh, Yes. They had been spooning. Fully clothed mind you, but spooning none the less. Kurt's breath caught in his chest.

How had he not noticed this? Now he knew Blaine's hand was there he couldn't forget about it.

Blaine twitched in his sleep and his fingers curled tighter around Kurt. He then nuzzled his nose closer into the curve of Kurt's neck and let out a deep breath. The heat had loosened the gel's hold on Blaine's hair so that it curled softly over his forehead and around his ears. Kurt couldn't deny that Blaine was attractive; in fact he thought so many things about him were. His warm chestnut eyes, his gentle personality, and the way he thought of everyone as his equals. He was so dapper, and such a gentleman.

Kurt didn't know what to do. Should he wake the other boy? Should he move? Should he stay? After a small mental debate, he decided that the third sounded like a much nicer option. Blaine was willing to be there with him, so why not take advantage.

Kurt scooted a little closer to Blaine, and placed his hand on the other boys. His thumb drawing smooth circles on Blaine's palm. Somehow the aches throughout Kurt seemed to numb, knowing Blaine was there. He sighed, and allowed himself to slowly drift back to sleep.

It was right where Blaine wanted to be; curled up on a floor with the boy of his most recent dreams' hand on his, pressed together in a way that onlookers would call spooning. Although it felt more than a little weird, doing this in front of other people, especially since the pair weren't "officially" dating, it somehow still felt like the right thing to be doing. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay like this forever. Stay with Kurt, next to Kurt. He loved the feel of the boy's porcelain skin on his own, and how it sent shivers throughout his body. Every sweet breath Kurt took, Blaine felt, and it made him so happy, to think that Kurt could be his. How could this adorable boy have fallen for silly old him? With Blaine's crazy hair and simple clothes, Kurt was his opposite in many respects. But they were so alike in others. They complimented each other just perfectly.

Blaine squeezed the younger boys thumb and heard a soft moan of his name come from the boys partially open mouth. Perfect Moment. His subconscious added.

Unfortunately though, all good things must come to an end.

Two large, scruffily dressed figures had just snuck through the front door, sniggering to themselves. They crept over toward the sleeping kids then snatched a long rectangular object from one of the tables. Suddenly the TV screen flickered back to life and Rachel's copy of Chicago began to blare around the room.

Blaine's eyes rolled open, and he gazed around, just like Kurt had done an hour or so before. His vision was blurred and his head felt like it had just been attacked by Wes' gavel. The sound of the TV was burning his ears, every syllable of speech acting as an extra thwack to the head.

He slowly sat up, wiping his sleep filled eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He tapped Kurt lightly on the shoulder in an attempt to wake the snoozing boy. After no response he shook Kurt a little more roughly and earned a sharp smack, followed by a string of apologies from a shattered and hung-over, but freshly awoken Kurt.

All around the room, hung-over teens were awakening from their stupors, gazing at the source of the offensive sound that was Chicago and groaning loudly at the two villains who had turned it on.

Finn and Puck where perched on the sofa opposite Sam and Quinn, with their feet resting on a coffee table whilst munching steadily on a bowl of popcorn. Neither seemed to mind the deafening sound and both seemed remarkably perky for boys who had downed enough alcohol to fill a well last night.

'Guys. What the hell? I was trying to sleep.' Came the rough voice of Sam.

'I was dreaming about cookies and brownies, they tasted so good.' David whimpered.

'My Head. You'll pay for this Puck.' Mercedes added, giving him one of her trademark Bitch I will cut you looks.

'I hate you.

'You two are dicks.'

'It's Saturday, let me sleep.'

'WTF man. I have a hangover don't you know. Sound will kill me!'

'Turn it off or I will not be held responsible for my actions.'

'Where's my gavel?'

The onslaught of verbal abuse continued as Finn and Puck gradually turned the sound louder and louder until one particularly animated song was being blasted full volume from the speakers, causing the walls to, quite literally, and shake around them.

The two boys who were sitting so happily on the couch did nothing but laugh at the insults being endlessly hurled at them, and gradually, what started as small chuckles grew to cackles and before anyone could stop them the boys where doubled up, hooting in hysterics.

The deep roars echoed even more. The volume in the room grew and grew and the complaining teens became louder, and more vicious with their remarks, increasing the noise level even further.

Kurt had had enough, he had a headache as bad as the next person and he wasn't about to have his brains blown out by Finn and Pucks antics.

'YOU TWO.' Kurt finally screamed. 'THAT'S' IT.' Kurt stood up and strode straight up to a startled looking Finn and snatched the remote control from his hands and pointed in at the TV, causing the scantily clad dancing girl on screen to flicker and die. 'I have had just about enough of you two being complete ass holes...'

A deathly silence spread around the room followed by looks of extreme horror. The onlookers were quite sure Kurt had never been this angry before in his life.( Though none of them had witnessed Kurt's hangover after his last experiment with the dreaded drink.)

'...FIRST you give us enough booze to sink a battle ship, full well knowing what will happen once we've drunk it. THEN you make us play insane games, leading to a night I can't even remember...'

Blaine and Mercedes quickly stopped themselves laughing, both having been main witnesses to Kurt as he had got steadily drunker.

'...THEN you leave at some god forsaken time so early no one but me even saw you were gone, AND NOW you return and try to assassinate us with this god forsaken CRAP of a musical.'

Both Puck and Finn were white as sheets by now, neither ever having received the wrath of Kurt quite like this before.

'So please, give me one good reason why I shouldn't smack you right now.'

There was a minute of complete silence as the two boys gaped at Kurt, open mouthed but both unable to formulate a response. Kurt, breathing hard, now turned on his heels and marched towards the kitchen, past the three awe struck teens, slouched against the door.

He slumped down onto one of the counters and murmured slightly as he lent his head on the side. 'I need caffeine. NOW.'

Blaine got up and hurried into the kitchen to make a Nespresso for the infuriated boy.

Mercedes dragged Wes and David up, muttering something about 'Alone time' before shutting the doors, quietly, behind them. Leaving Kurt and Blaine alone together to talk.

Blaine watched the three of them go before carefully approaching Kurt. The loud piping of the coffee machine was angering the younger boy.

Blaine gently laid his hand on Kurt's shaking shoulder, slowly tracing spirals with his forefinger.

Once the Nespresso was ready Blaine reluctantly removed his hand and moved over to the machine, where he scooped up the mug and tentatively handed it to Kurt, who was still shuddering.

Kurt took one long sip of the steaming drink before plunking it down on the side and releasing a slow steady breath.

'What, in the name of our Lord Marc Jacobs, just happened?' Kurt asked, resting his disorientated head in his hands.

'I have absolutely no clue.' Blaine murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Kurt just groaned and clutched at his mug, swiftly taking another dredge of the coffee, nearly draining it.

'Did I shout?'

'...Yeah.'

'Oh God.'

'...Yeah.'

'Blaine you are not being helpful. I have just had a massive rampage and all you can say is "yeah".'

'...yeah...I mean... I'm sorry. I...I don't really know what to say in moments like this.' Blaine pursed his lips and gazed at Kurt. The younger boy still seemed deeply troubled by his recent performance.

Blaine moved over to comfort the boy again, wrapping his hand round the other boy's wrist. Kurt tried to shake him off, but Blaine just held on tighter and moved in closer, wrapping his other hand round Kurt's waist.

The pair were quiet for a moment. They could hear shouts coming from the other room. Mercedes was yelling at Puck and Finn for turning on the TV and Puck was retaliating with some rather colourful language.

The boy burst out laughing at a rather inventive threat Mercedes screeched towards Santana. Kurt leant his head down on Blaine's shoulder and wrapped his free arm around Blaine's neck, in a warm embrace.

They stayed like this for a lot longer than was necessary. Blaine was gently rocking the other boy back and forth, muttering almost silent sweet nothings in his ear.

Once their 'moment' was over, Kurt scooped up his coffee and finished the last droplets of the steamy brown liquid. He placed the mug into a shiny metal sink and leant his head back down on the counter. Blaine gazed on, feeling the sting of last night's boozings just like Kurt.

'Come on.' Blaine piped up. 'I know something that will make you feel a lot better.'

'What?' Kurt asked groggily, his head still pressed down on the side.

'We are in a kitchen.'

'I gathered...'

'So I shall make the one thing I know how to cook.'

'Which is...?'

'..A hangover remedy.' Blaine waved his arms dramatically in the air and gave Kurt a huge, cheesy, pop star grin.

Kurt lifted his head, giving Blaine a sarcastic look and smirked. 'I'm not sure I trust you.'

'Why not, I have plenty of experience in making them-'

'Blaine. Your family spends the weekends at country clubs; you play golf for Prada's sake. I doubt you can get particularly drunk if all you drink is a glass of Pims before meals.'

'Kurt. I have been at Dalton nearly two years. In that time I have been forced to live in extremely close proximity to a bunch of overly spoilt, extremely hormonal teenage boys, who get IT so little they all freeze whenever they see a girl. Believe me. I have seen many parties and dealt with many drunkards. I know what I'm doing'

Kurt remained quiet for a moment, thinking to himself. 'Okay.' He finally said. 'But if I end up dying from some sort of poisoning, you shall be held entirely responsible.'

'That's a risk I'm willing to take.' Blaine smiled and quickly ran to the fridge to grab ingredients for his concoction.

Kurt busied himself with massaging his temples and counting how many beer bottles were in touching distance of his right foot.( Although after nearly slipping on one particularly slimy one, Kurt decided it would be best to stop this game and instead perched himself on the kitchen counter and began to swing his legs against the shiny white cupboards below .)

Kurt heard the sound of frantic whisking coming from Blaine's direction and shortly afterwards he was presented with a tall glass of a suspiciously pale orange liquid.

Kurt swirled the glass around several times, giving it numerous apprehensive stares. Once he had come to the conclusion that it would hopefully not be lethal, he held up the glass, blinked at Blaine, and took a gulp.

Several splutters, chokes, gags and gasps later. Kurt was staring at Blaine, who was laughing uncontrollably at the younger boy who had just sprayed the drink all over the kitchen.

'What the HELL did you put in this?' He asked, staring wide eyed at a doubled up Blaine.

'Believe me...' Blaine said between gasps. 'You don't want to know.'

'Are you actually trying to kill me?'

'No, honestly. It will make things better. But you actually have to swallow some first. Don't worry about that though' he said gesturing to the mess of spat out liquid on the floor. 'I made enough for you to have several tries.'

'This stuff is foul. More so even than my dads's cooking, and believe me Blaine, that's saying something.'

'Come on Kurt. Try. It will make things better so much quicker.'

'Err...NO'

'Please?'

'Non, Nada, Nicht ,Nien, Ne... and whatever else means NO.'

'Come on...'

'I'd like to see you try!'

'Fine but, if I do it. You do it!'

'...Deal' Kurt said, not believing the other boy could handle the stuff either.

He smiled at Kurt and took the glass from his hands. Then winked flirtily at the younger boy and downed an enormous mouthful of the stuff. Kurt was speechless.

Blaine licked his lips and slowly used his finger to wipe the remaining orangey froth from the corners of his mouth, Kurt felt shivers spread throughout his body, he was pretty sure his heart had skipped a beat. How did Blain make a simple action So sexy?

'I believe that is what you do.' He said, raising his eyebrows a little at the boy's shocked expression. He then handed the now half empty drink back to Kurt. Who was still distant after Blaine's little display.

He gave Kurt's knee a small tap and muttered 'Drink up.' To the boy who was perched before him. Kurt narrowed his eyes.

'Fine. You are so lucky I like you.' He pinched his nose and quickly took a gulp, swallowing instantly and shuddering right down to his toes.

Blaine chuckled quietly to himself and went to get Kurt a drink of water. He sauntered back over to Kurt, handed him the new glass and moved in slightly closer than before, so his hips were against the sitting boy's knees.

'Kurt?' Blaine questioned.

'Yes?'

'When you said you liked me... what did you mean?'

Kurt could feel himself turning a violent shade of red and began to spill nonsense from his mouth.

'I...Well...I mean, it's, well you know...I...You...See?' He then quickly raised the glass to his lips and began to drink the glistening liquid at lightning speed.

Blaine laughed and leaned in a little closer.

'I hope you do like me, as a friend...'

Kurt felt his heart drop down into his feet, is that all Blaine wanted to be? Friends? He put the glass down with a disgruntled sigh.

'...and maybe a little more than that...' the corner of his lips turned upwards into a cheeky grin and he leant his head in a tiny bit closer. So he could feel Kurt's warm breath brushing against his cheeks. Kurt's heart flew straight back up and went into his throat, stopping him from replying.

'Well...?' Blaine questioned, the other boys silence now beginning to worry him.

Kurt just grinned, ear to ear. He may not be able to speak but he sure knew how to answer Blaine's question.

He leant forward and planted a soft kiss directly onto Blaine's lips. The breath caught in the smaller boy's throat. He moved his hand up to cup Kurt's cheek, but the other boy had all too soon moved away.

'Does that answer your question?' Kurt smirked, regaining the use of his voice box.

'Definitely.' Blaine beamed and moved his head back so the boy's foreheads were leaning together. Their bangs entwining along with their hands.

'So...does this mean ...we're...' Kurt hesitated.

'A couple?' Blaine finished, smiling encouragingly at the boy. 'Only if you want us to be. I have an opening you know! And if you say no I am just going to have to assume you make frequent confessions of affection and make out with guys in kitchens.'

'Oh please.' Kurt said, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. 'You had me at 'skin tight jeans'' He grabbed Blaine's waist and pulled him close, pressing his smooth pink lips softly against Blaine's. He felt Blaine grab his hair to pull him even closer as they continued to kiss, now much more passionately.

Both seemed to have completely forgotten they were in Mercedes kitchen, as they were becoming more and more carried away in the moment.

Kurt slowly moved his hands through Blaine's tangled hair as he felt the boys other hand brush against his chest.

Kurt smiled and sharply bit down on Blaine's lip, being careful not to hurt him. He pulled away leaving a breathless, and taken aback Blaine gazing at Kurt in amazement.

Then Kurt slowly began to move down Blaine's neck, kissing it gently. He continued downwards until he reached the neck of Blaine's shirt, where he let his tongue snake out onto his skin. A small whimper escaped Blaine's mouth and Kurt couldn't prevent another smile from spreading across his face. Kurt subsequently began to move back up Blaine's neck. He then clenched his teeth and without even realising, he bit Blaine's neck and sucked. Kurt pulled back, surveying the damage, then kissed the sore skin he'd so recently bitten; there was definitely going to be a bruise there.

Suddenly Kurt shot away from Blaine, straight back until he was sitting perfectly upright and just staring at the door.

'Kurt?' Blaine asked, quite worried about the younger boy. 'Is something wrong?'

'Can you hear something?' Kurt asked, still gazing at the door.

Blaine listened for a second but he could hear nothing. He shook his head and looked up at Kurt.

'Exactly.' Kurt stated. 'It's too quiet. Something's wrong.'

'You don't think Mercedes finally went through with her threat to eat them all alive do you?'

Kurt laughed and turned back to Blaine, and whispered in his ear.

'No, but I do believe we have company.' He carefully lowered himself off the side, and crouched down until he was staring straight at the doors handle.

Blaine followed suit, and bent down until he was sitting next to Kurt.

The pair could see an eye, ogling through the kitchen key hole. Unable to see the two boys who were sitting just slightly to its left.

Blaine lent over this time to whisper in Kurt's ear. 'They're not getting away with spying on us this time.'

'Agreed.' With that the two boys quickly stood up and tiptoed over to the counter, avoiding the peepers line of vision. They scooped up the remainders of the 'hangover cure' and the water and crept back over until they were standing by the door, right next to the key hole.

'One.' Blaine started.

'Two.' Kurt continued, and with a nod of the two boys heads,

'THREE' they chorused and burst through the door spraying the peepers with the drinks.

'Aaaaaahh' came the sounds of the sopping wet teens as they gaped up to see their assaulters. Mercedes, Wes and David, were the ones closest to the door. The other members of the New Directions were all crouched behind them, probably hoping to hear some of the gossip.

'Wes, David.' Blaine said, gazing at the boys who's eye had been at the keyhole.

'How many times do we have to say, no peeping.'

Blaine smiled at Kurt and the pair fist bumped, grinning maliciously at the people on the ground.

'But...you...and he...You were.' David spluttered.

'What? This?' Kurt said and grabbed Blaine by the waist, twisting him so he was facing Kurt.

Kurt then pressed their foreheads together, Blaine's curls mingling with Kurt's perfect bangs. His hands were on Blaine's waist and Blaine's were cupping his cheeks and then they were kissing. Again. Right there in front of everyone, and neither boy could be happier.

Another moment of stunned silence ensued when the boys pulled apart and glanced down at the others who were still lying on the floor.

All of a sudden an eruption of cheers and cat calls burst from the teens. Even Finn was clapping, (if rather awkwardly). Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn and Santana all jumped up and embraced Kurt in such a tight hug he felt the blood leave his head.

He couldn't make out what any of them were saying, all he knew is that they were obviously thrilled for him.

Blaine was standing back, admiring Kurt and his friends. He was so lucky to have them. Blaine smiled at Kurt, and gave him a subtle wink. Kurt laughed and grinned even more, before turning back to hugging his friends.

Mercedes escaped the embrace and approached Blaine and pulled him a little further from the crowd.

'You dating my boy then?' she asked looking Blaine up and down

'After that display I should bloody well hope so.' He replied, smiling down at the teary eyed girl.

'You be good to him, you hear.' She said, sniffing back her tears. 'Or I will kick your sorry ass.'

Blaine laughed and pulled the now sobbing girl into his arms in a tight hug. Mercedes let her arms tie around Blaine and leant her head against his chest.

'I will, don't you worry. I would never and will never do anything that could hurt him.' He said shaking his head and grinning at the weeping girl in his arms.

She sniffed deeply and hugged Blaine even tighter and murmured something just loud enough for him to hear.

'First kiss party, Complete and total success.'

A/N: 'Yes, I'm gay. 100% Gay.' - this line...this line :P