AN: Okay so I'm officially back at school, which means the updates will most likely remain pretty stretched out like this. I'm sorry :/ This one is on the short side, but I hope you'll enjoy! (:

Don't own Glee, yada yada.

Kurt woke up the next morning in a familiar queen sized bed in a familiar studio apartment. What wasn't familiar was the cotton mouth, nausea, and pounding headache that greeted him the second his eyes opened. The light shining through the windows was damn near blinding. Kurt slammed his eyes shut and rolled over to face the other way.

The sudden movements were of no aid to his nausea.

"Good morning, sunshine." Blaine's voice sounding from the kitchen triggered an immediate recollection of last night's events. A small smile etched its way onto Kurt's face as he recalled what happened the night before.

"Okay, I'm taking you home now." Blaine said over the music. Kurt's fingers had been playing with Blaine's zipper for a minute and when he finally succeeded, Blaine yanked his hands away.

Kurt watched Blaine fix himself then accepted the hand that was held out for him. They weaved in and out of what party-goers were left and headed towards Blaine's bike. The air was cold and Blaine shivered. That same air was even colder for Kurt, who trembled until he sealed his body onto Blaine's when they were both seated on the bike.

The bitter air helped to sober Kurt up a bit. By the time they had reached Blaine's place, Kurt's vision wasn't so foggy and his balance was restored. The molly, however, was still running through his system and goddammit Blaine's ass looks fantastic.

Blaine barely had the door shut before Kurt's lips were sealed onto Blaine's. Seconds later, Kurt's lips had found Blaine's neck and Kurt's fingers were tearing away at Blaine's shirt. Blaine had clearly lost whatever willpower he had at the party and was no longer holding anything back.

Once Blaine's shirt was taken care of, Blaine turned the tables and pushed Kurt up against the wall. The redness in Kurt's cheeks was no longer from the cold air. Blaine removed Kurt's top quickly and tossed it aside. Blaine's mouth worked its magic down Kurt's neck. His lips traveled down Kurt's chest until he reached a nipple. He nipped and teased it a little before moving to the other side.

Kurt was shaking by this point. Every nerve in his body was responding to Blaine's touch and he felt both exhausted and very awake at the same time. Blaine had taken control of the situation and Kurt decided to let him keep it.

Blaine kissed all the way down Kurt's stomach until he reached Kurt's belt buckle. He unhooked it and moved on to the jeans. Kurt's pants and underwear were yanked down in a nanosecond.

The second Blaine's lips touched Kurt's cock, Kurt's knees almost buckled and his head rolled back against the wall. Blaine placed both of his hands on Kurt's hips and pushed him forcefully against the wall and Kurt almost hoped they would leave bruises.

Kurt whined when Blaine's mouth left the head of his penis, but it turned into a moan when Kurt felt his balls being sucked lightly. One of Blaine's hands left Kurt's hip and found Kurt's penis. Blaine moved his hand up and down as he sucked Kurt's balls into his mouth.

Blaine knew Kurt wasn't going to last much longer so he returned his attention to Kurt's throbbing member. He took Kurt in his mouth in one fell swoop then instantly released his one remaining hand from Kurt's hip. Kurt's hips snapped forward before he even knew what he was doing.

Kurt expected Blaine to pull away, but he stayed there. When Kurt didn't move, Blaine's eyes found his and that was all the permission Kurt needed. Kurt locked his hands in Blaine's curls and moved. Blaine took it.

Kurt's movement's became erratic before he had much time to develop a rhythm.

"Blaine." Kurt didn't have to say anything else. He looked into Blaine's eyes again. Blaine knew. Kurt snapped his hips forward a few more times before he came down Blaine's throat with a loud yell. Blaine pulled off with a pop and stood in front of Kurt. Their lips met again, but this time it was slower.

Kurt could taste the salt of his own cum and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was hard again.

Kurt ditched his pants completely. With their lips still attached, Kurt pushed Blaine backwards a few steps and onto his bed.

"Blaine."

"Hm?" Blaine ran his fingers down Kurt's sides.

"Fuck me." Kurt said.

Blaine was still for one beat too long.

"You don't want to have sex with me." Kurt stated, then rolled off of Blaine.

"Kurt, that's not it, really.." Blaine sat up.

"You'll have sex with any guy who will give it up except for me? You pestered me for weeks and now that I'm ready you don't fucking want me anymore."

"That's just it, Kurt. You're not ready." Blaine rubbed his temples.

"Excuse me? If you haven't noticed I've lost pretty much all of my innocence to you in the past month and a half. What makes this so different?" Kurt was speaking as if he were throwing a temper tantrum.

"This conversation is over. It's not happening tonight." Blaine got off of the bed and stood. He was still wearing his jeans. Suddenly, Kurt felt much too naked.

"Fine. I'm leaving." Kurt crawled off of the bed and stumbled around a bit, searching for his lost clothing.

"Are you crazy?" Blaine grabbed Kurt by the arm and pulled him back to the bed. "You're still drunk and you're rolling. You are in no condition to drive." Before Kurt could do anything stupid, Blaine retrieved Kurt's set of keys from his discarded pants. "Go to sleep."

Kurt decided he was too drained and angry to fight anymore. He gave Blaine the absolute bitchiest look he could muster before angrily pulling out the sheets and climbing into the bed.

Kurt's cheeks burned red with embarrassment and his smile faded as the flashback ended. Blaine had actually turned him down last night.

"Morning." Kurt grumbled. The sun was proving impossible to hide from. He groaned and looked to his left, toward the Kitchen. Blaine was approaching with coffee. As he got closer to Kurt and was able to further examine his state, he stopped.

"Okay, better idea. Be right back." Blaine said, returning to the Kitchen with the coffee cup in hand. Kurt could hear him dump the liquid down the sink. Then he heard the fridge open. Blaine exited the Kitchen with a bottled water then walked to the bathroom. When he exited he had two aspirin in hand. He returned to Kurt, who had sat up by now.

"Do I look that bad?" Kurt asked, accepting the water and pills.

"Worse than you probably expect." Blaine said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Blaine had apparently dressed. Kurt was reminded of his naked condition and pulled the sheets up a bit more.

There was some tension in the air, as if they were both waiting for someone to say something about last night.

"Look, Kurt-"

"Don't. It's fine. Why should I expect you to want to have sex with me? No one else seems to be interested in me. I shouldn't blame you for feeling the same way as everyone else." Kurt said in between taking sips of water.

"You have the wrong idea." Blaine said. "I just don't know how to explain properly."

"Oh no." Kurt said. He could feel his skin drain of any color as the pit in his stomach decided it was time to make an exit. He scrambled to get out of the bed. He was unable to take the sheet with him since Blaine was sitting on it, so he ran to the bathroom naked. He barely made it to the toilet before the contents of his stomach were being emptied into the toilet. He puked for a few more minutes until he felt almost 100% better. He thanked the heavens that Blaine decided to let him be.

Then he had to exit the bathroom. Talk about the ultimate walk of shame. He checked his reflection in the mirror and almost fainted.

Dear God Blaine was being serious. It was worse than I expected.

Kurt left the bathroom and couldn't get himself to look Blaine in the eye. He found his pants and the rest of his clothes on the floor.

"I'm gonna go." Kurt said, pulling on his pants. When he had pulled the rest of his clothes on he spotted his keys on a table by the door. "Bye."

And Blaine let him go. Blaine had lost all of the courage he had brewed to say what he wanted to say while Kurt was in the bathroom, so he just let Kurt go.

What he wanted to say was that he didn't have sex with Kurt because he cares about him. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt that he really wanted Kurt's first time to be special and not induced by heaving drug use. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt that he felt responsible for what happened last night and that he was sorry.

But Blaine chickened out. And he let him go.