Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Blaine and Kurt belong to Glee, while the rest of the characters belong to the amazingness of CP Coulter.
Author's note: Okay, this is going to be a really long a/n (sorry)… So, firstly, I don't know if it was my fanfic site stuffing up, but I had over 900 views of the last chapter, and then for the next 4 days there was nothing. Absolutely no visits. I'm sure this isn't right, because I had at least 5 people favourite my story. I'm starting to think my traffic is not working, so if you are reading this fanfic, please leave a review saying that you are. Even if you don't have anything to say, just write 'Hi, I read this fanfic, kaybai.'
Secondly, thank you for the reviews; I have such a good time of reading them. You guys make me feel like I'm actually good at something :') and some of them are really helpful too, so thank you.
Thirdly, people in the reviews have been asking about plotline and where this story is going. I've just been experimenting so far, because it's my first fanfic, but from the next chapter, every chapter will have a purpose. I have the whole thing planned out, and I've figured out this fanfic will be exactly 30 chapters.
Oh, and lastly, someone asked if they had sex on the couch in full display of everyone else. Yes, they did ;) I think most of the guests were pre-occupied, but a few of them were watching, seeing as it was such a hot display of affection :) The reason why they had sex for the first time at the party is because 1. They were a bit drunk, so they weren't thinking about it that much, and 2. Without any alcohol in them, I think both of them were too nervous to do it for the first time.
Also, I had an 11 year old ask me about gay sex. BRO, YOU'RE 11. You're not supposed to be reading this stuff. THAT'S WHY I RATED IT M.
I apologize if you actually took the time to read all that crap. ANYWAY, Now onto the actual story:
Blaine was planting kisses all over Kurt's bare back. It was as if he wanted to kiss every single piece of skin on Kurt. Kurt made a content little sigh, and opened his eyes.
"Did I wake you? Sorry." Blaine chuckled, not at all regretting that he woke Kurt.
"Mmm," Kurt mumbled in response. That was before he saw the various half-naked people scattered all over the floor and last night's events came flooding back to him.
He sat up, and the quick motion mixed with a hang-over caused his head to throb. He looked at Blaine, in half panic, half amusement. "Oh my god. Did we just have sex in full display in front of all my old school friends?"
Blaine bit back his lip to refrain from bursting out in laughter. He nodded.
"Come on!" Kurt hissed as he pulled Blaine's hand to drag him off the couch. The boys re-dressed themselves, giggling and tripping as they went, and then left the house to go back to Dalton.
When they got back to the car, Blaine and Kurt let out a roar of laughter.
"Oh god…" Blaine giggled, "That was possibly" chuckle "the funniest yet most amazing" snort "night of my life."
Kurt was now in control of his laughter, and he sighed and looked at Blaine, "last night was incredible. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Not as much as I love you," Blaine prodded Kurt's nose, and Kurt did that adorably thing where he scrunches up his nose again. Blaine then turned to face down the street and yelled out, "KURT AND I JUST HAD SEX!"
Kurt flushed red and quickly cupped his hand over Blaine's mouth. He opened the car door and practically shoved Blaine in, "Shut up! You are so childish when you're hung over." Blaine giggled and zipped an imaginary zipper over his mouth.
Kurt laughed as he climbed in the other side, "Your little puppy display is meant to be annoying, but I find it every bit adorable."
"REALLY?" Blaine said excitedly and leapt across the car and right into Kurt's lap. "CAN I HAVE A TREAT THEN, PRETTY PLEASE?" Kurt should be annoyed by now. He should be shoving Blaine back onto his own side of the car, but there was something about the way that Blaine's eyes just lit up with absolute exhilaration and joy. Kurt simply patted him on the head and said, "Only if you're good."
It was 3:00 that Sunday afternoon, and Kurt and Blaine were watching 'Peter Pan' in Windsor's rec hall while Kurt was trying to recover from his headache and Blaine was just bouncing around happily.
Dwight walked in to join the pair as they watched, but Blaine jumped up and clung onto Dwight's legs. "WILL YOU GIVE ME A TREAT? Pleaaaaase?"
"Kurt?" Dwight looked over to the boy sitting on the couch, "What is this… thing hanging off of my leg?"
"Ah," Kurt responded, barely moving his head, "that would be the result of a drunk night out."
"Wow," Dwight said, "THIS is what happens to Blaine when he's hung over?"
Kurt shrugged, "apparently."
"Can I go get some grapes Kurty-pie?" Blaine turned his puppy-dog eyes to his boyfriend.
"You don't need my permission, remember?" Kurt spoke like one would speak to a 7 year old.
Blaine bounded out of the room, and was back in a matter of seconds. He put the grapes in Kurt's lap and then sat cross legged on the floor, a metre in front of him.
Kurt raised his eyebrows, "You want me to feed them to you?" Blaine nodded eagerly. Dwight groaned, "I can't stand watching any more," he nearly ran out of the room.
The next twenty minutes went by with Blaine being entertained by Kurt throwing grapes into his mouth as he sat and mindlessly watched as the three children flew to neverland.
Just when Kurt thought he might have a small nap, two bright grins appear in the room. Kurt sighed. How could he have thought that he would get any peace? This is Windsor we're talking about.
"Hey Blaine!" Evan called, "We heard you were hung over today."
"And you know what that means?" Ethan asked, "FUN BLAINE!"
Blaine grinned and nodded in such a way that reminded Kurt of a bobble-head.
The three of them ran outside to have a Nerf gun war, and Kurt slowly stumbled his way up to his room to finally get some rest.
I am so sorry. I know that was absolutely terrible, I know. But it's late and I'm having a writer's block – I just needed something to fill in. I absolutely promise that the next chapter will have at least two key events happen, and it will be at least TWICE as long as this chapter. Just, stay put with me for one more week, I promise I'll come out with something better.
