Kurt's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache and a ringing in my ears. The bright sunlight streaming through the window didn't help my headache. I grabbed my blanket and tried to throw it over my head but something was on top of it. I turned my head and saw Blaine laying next to me. I glanced over at my clock and saw that it was almost noon. I closed my eyes and threw my arm over my face trying to block out the sunlight.

"Kurt, get up!" I heard Finn yell.

"Stop yelling," I grumbled.

"I'm not yelling," Finn said a little quieter. "You need to get up and help me clean up the house before our parents get home."

"Okay," I said not moving.

"You need to get up in order to clean," Finn said. "Wake Blaine up. He can help."

"Sure," I replied.

I threw my arm off of my face and hit Blaine in the head.

"Wake up," I said as I heard Blaine mumble.

"Why did you hit me?" Blaine said as he turned over.

"Because I needed to wake you up."

I got out of my bed and made my way over towards my bathroom. I could hear Blaine moving around and then a loud thud. I poked my head out of the bathroom to see what made the thud noise. Blaine had fallen out of my bed.

"Why is your bed so small?" Blaine complained while rubbing his head.

I rolled my eyes and went back to making myself look presentable. I kept the light off because it would hurt my head if it were on so it was kind of hard to see myself in the mirror but I could tell that I didn't look good. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and hair. I looked at the mirror and sighed before exiting my bathroom. When I reentered my room, Blaine was still sitting on the floor.

"Why are you still on the floor?" I asked him.

"Because I was trying to remember what happened last night," he answered.

"Okay…" I trailed off.

What did happen last night? The last thing I remembered was… Sam!

"I can't remember anything after Sam was taken away," I say.

"Sam was here?" Blaine asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yeah. He escaped juvie to give ma a birthday present."
"Oh, that was nice of him," Blaine said as I helped him off the floor.

"C'mon, we need to help Finn clean up," I said as I lead Blaine upstairs.

"Finally," Finn said as we entered the kitchen. "Okay, Rachel and I are going to clean up the backyard and the kitchen. You and Blaine can clean the living room and the bathroom."

"Thanks for giving us the most disgusting places," I yelled over my shoulder as I walked into the living room.

There must have been thousands of red cups filling the floor. Never again am I letting Puck throw me a birthday party.

Blaine's POV

As I was helping Kurt clean up, I was trying to remember the events of the previous night. I remember talking to Rachel and Finn outside and then Kurt went inside to talk to someone. Sam! He went inside to talk to Sam. How he got out of juvie I don't know. I picked up a couple of cups by the hallway and a memory hit me. I made out with Sebastian. I looked over at Kurt and back down at the floor. How am I going to tell him what I did?

As I picked up some more trash from the floor, little memories hit me. I remembered seeing Sam being taken away by the police and I remember Kurt getting drunk and going crazy. I got down on my hands and knees and started cleaning under the couch and that's when the worst memory of all hit me. I was the one who called the police on Sam.

"I'm going to go clean the bathroom," I told Kurt.

"Okay. The cleaning supplies are in the cupboard under the counter. Along with some gloves and sponges," Kurt said as I walked past him.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I slumped down against the door and put my face in my hands. How the hell am I going to tell Kurt that I was the one that ratted out Sam? The smell of vomit in the air around me nauseated me. I grabbed a pair of gloves and the cleaning supplies from underneath the sink and began cleaning the bathroom.

No matter how many conversations I played out in my head, telling Kurt I called the cops was going to end badly. I could hear a knocking on the door that interrupted my thoughts.

"Blaine?" I heard Kurt say. "There's something I need to tell you."

Kurt's POV

I remembered everything from last night. I remembered the conversation I had with Sam, I remember kissing Sam, both the times I kissed Sam. I remember drinking but I don't remember how the party ended and how I got to my room. All I know is that I have to tell Blaine what happened.

"Blaine?" I said as I knocked on the bathroom door. "There's something I need to tell you."

Blaine opened the door and I was instantly hit with the smell of bleach. I wrinkled my nose and put my hand on my face.

"Sorry. The only way I could get the smell of vomit out was using bleach," Blaine said.

"It's okay. We'll just open some windows," I replied. "Let's sit down on the couch."

When we sat down I grabbed Blaine's hands and stared into his eyes.

"Something happened last night that I don't know how to tell you about," I started.

I sighed. There is no easy way to tell him. I just have to say it.

"Blaine, I kissed Sam last night," I said. "Twice."

Blaine's POV

He kissed Sam. Twice. Well, at least this is perfect timing to tell him about Sebastian.

"Okay. I have to tell you something too. I kissed Sebastian last night. And I made out with him after that," I told Kurt.

"Do you think that makes us even?" Kurt yelled.

"Calm down, Kurt. I didn't freak out a second ago when you told me you kissed Sam!" I yelled back.

"You can't tell just tell me that you made out with Sebastian after I tell you I kissed Sam! This isn't a contest! We aren't even! This is serious!" Kurt yelled.

"Whoa, what's going on?" Finn asked as he entered the room.

"Blaine made out with Sebastian!" Kurt yelled.

"Dude, I told you never to hurt Kurt in any way," Finn said angrily as he walked towards me.

"Wait, you don't know what Kurt did," I said as I held my hands up.

"It doesn't matter. I told you not to hurt him, not the other way around," Finn said as he stepped closer towards me.

"I kissed Sam, Finn," Kurt said.

"What?" Finn said as he stopped walking.

"Sam came here to see me and we kissed," Kurt explained.

"Twice," I added.

Both Finn and Kurt glared at me.

"Yes, twice," Kurt said.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to let you two sort this out," Finn said as he exited the room. "But we only have a few hours until our parents get home so make it quick."

I looked back over at Kurt and knew by look on his face that this was going to be quick.

Sam's POV

After I was taken away from the party last night, I was taken to the police department and held in a jail cell. I spent the night there and was taken back to the juvie I have been in for the past month. Now I'm just sitting in my cell waiting to hear my fate.

"Samuel! I heard you were back. How did everything go with your friend?" Steve asked as he passed by my cell.

"It actually went really well. Up until the police came and took me away," I answered.

"I can tell by the way you were smiling just a second ago that it went better than 'really well,'" Steve said as he walked away chuckling.

He was right, though. Things went better than I had planned. I got to kiss Kurt. Twice! Kissing him was way different that kissing Quinn and Santana. He tasted sweet, like he had eaten some candy or something. As I remembered the first kiss, my lips tingled.

"You have a visitor," the guard said as he opened my cell.

I hardly ever had visitors. My parents only came ever other week and they were just here last week. I followed the guard to the visiting rooms hallway and stopped in front of the door he gestured too. He opened the door and I stepped in.

"Kurt? What are you doing here?" I asked as I saw Kurt's smiling face.

"I'm here to see you, obviously," he answered.

I smiled and walked over to give him a hug.

"I can't believe that you're really here," I said as we sat down on opposite sides of the tiny table.

"I had to come see you. There is so much I have to tell you," Kurt said. "And I wanted to open this in front of you."

Kurt put something on the table that I recognized as the present I got him.

"No, you can open that at your house," I said.

"I already brought it here," he said as he took the card out of the bag.

"Okay. Can you at least wait until you get home to read the card?" I asked.

"Sure," Kurt said as he put the card down.

He took the tissue paper out of the bag and reached inside and pulled out the scarf.

"Sam, this is gorgeous. Alexander McQueen, you remembered," Kurt said as he wrapped the scarf around his neck. "Sam, I love it!"

Kurt rose from his seat and hugged me.

"Really? Because if you don't like it or if you already have it, the receipt is in the bag," I said.

"No, I really do love it. And look it matches my outfit," Kurt said as he modeled his outfit for me.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter! Can you tell what happened between Kurt and Blaine? Do you know why Sam wants Kurt to hold off on reading the card? These questions and more will be answered in the next chapter! Review please :)