DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I also don't have anything to do with John Lennon.

Break Me

By: xSlythStratasfaction

Warning: Season 2 spoilers! This fic is AU with canon tendencies (does that make any sense? Haha!) Hints of 'boy issues' (aka sexual stuff).

"Blaine, come on. Please don't do this."

Kurt whined as he tried to pry Blaine's lips away from his neck. They had been going at this for the last fifteen minutes – an everlasting game of wits as Kurt tried to settle his drunken best friend into the passenger seat of the Navigator. Blaine was stupidly drunk, stumbling from side to side as he ran his tongue along Kurt's neck.

"God, you taste so good, Kurt. Like candy."

"You're drunk," the other boy practically moaned in response as Blaine nipped at his collarbone. "Seriously, Blaine, as much as I like you, I really don't want to do this right now. Just get into the car."

Blaine smiled devilishly, pulling away from Kurt's neck with an audible pop. He looked up into his friend's eyes and sighed, "I like this much better." He ran a finger over Kurt's slick jawline, licking his lips as he did so. "I don't want to get into the car."

"Get in now," Kurt hissed, all but shoving Blaine's drunk self into the passenger seat. He reached in to buckle the boy's seatbelt, but found himself dragged inside instead. "Fuck! Really, Blaine? …really?"

"Kiss me."

"No, Blaine. Not like this. You've been making out with Rachel all night-"

"Just kiss me."

"No, Blaine!" Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears as he pushed Blaine away. He reached around and fastened the seatbelt as quickly as he could, sliding off of Blaine's lap and out of the car once the boy was strapped in. He could still hear Blaine's protests as he slammed the car door shut and made his way over to the driver side. Before he could climb in though, he needed to take a breather.

This was not how he wanted this evening to go.

He ended up bringing Blaine back to his house; it was much too dangerous to drive Blaine back to Westerville and try to sneak him back into his dorm room, so Kurt brought him back to his place.

That wasn't a good idea in its own right.

Dragging Blaine upstairs wasn't as hard as Kurt thought it would be, however, getting the boy to stay quiet was another ordeal. Mr. Drunkard had to try to serenade Kurt with something by John Lennon, his voice slurred and super loud as he tried to belt out the very few lyrics he could remember.

Kurt ended up shushing him by slapping a hand over Blaine's mouth. That in turn ended up with Blaine's tongue licking circles all over his hand and by the time Kurt tossed Blaine onto his bed and shut his bedroom door, he knew the tightness building in his pants was very, very noticeable.

"Aww, is that for me?" Blaine laughed, reaching out and tugging Kurt's hips forward. He stared down at Kurt hungrily, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

"Blaine!" Kurt shoved the boy away, turning towards his dresser to get out a change of nightclothes. "You stay there. I'm going to get changed. I'll find you something as soon as I come out." He disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door, leaning back against it immediately. He sunk down to the floor as his knees gave away to the relieved feelings he felt by just getting away from Blaine. It was sad that he felt that way, but he had been on edge all evening with the other boy – this just wasn't the way he expected anything to go.

He was hoping that Blaine would have a change of heart, see him in a new light, perhaps want to try dating him or something… but instead, the stupid boy got wasted and ended up making out with Rachel Berry for hours and hours. Finally, Rachel ended up having to run to the bathroom to puke and that's when Kurt made his getaway, grabbing up Blaine to go home. He couldn't deal with seeing Blaine's tongue down Rachel's throat any longer, so he fled. And now here he was, sitting on the floor of his bathroom praying that the tightness in his pants would just go away so that he could go out and go to bed.

Moments later, things calmed down and Kurt took a second to wash his face and freshen up, changing into a pair of pajamas. Once he felt better, he stepped out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, smiling when he found Blaine curled up on the side of his bed. He tiptoed across the room and grabbed up his waste basket, dropping it next to Blaine's side of the bed before he climbed on the other side and snuggled in.

As he dozed off, he hoped the night would go by easily and he could have Blaine out of the house before his dad and Carole realized the other boy was there.

It was nearing dawn when Kurt heard himself moaning out Blaine's name.

The second it left his lips, his eyes shot open in shock and he sat up – or at least tried to, only to find a heavy weight on his chest. He blinked rapidly, taking in the still darkness of his room and found himself staring into two heavily lidded golden eyes.

"Blaine, what-"

A pair of lips crashed into his own and he sucked in a breath through his nose, bringing his hands up to clutch the face that was pressed into his own. Blaine was kissing him! Blaine was actually kissing him!

Wait… Blaine was kissing him?

Kurt pulled Blaine away from him, scooting farther back into the pillows as Blaine's mouth chased after his own. "Blaine, what are you doing?"

The response was muffled and sleep laden. "Mmmph-"

"Why are we doing this?"

"Kurt-"

"You said you didn't like me like that."

Blaine didn't respond, only leaning forward to capture Kurt's lips against his own. Kurt moaned as their tongues met, relishing in the warmth of Blaine's mouth. He tasted of… wait, alcohol?

Blaine was drunk, that's right.

Kurt pulled away again, this time rolling Blaine onto his back. He sat up and scrubbed at his face, glaring down at Blaine once he was more awake. "Blaine, stop. We can't do this. I won't do this with you if there's no meaning behind it."

Blaine didn't say anything; he just lay on his back, taking deep, shuddery breaths. Kurt stared at him for a moment, wondering what exactly was wrong – he was about to comment when Blaine sat up and rolled over, throwing up in the waste bin Kurt left next to the bed. He continued vomiting for a few minutes and as he did so, Kurt stood up and left the room to go wash the rancid taste of drunk Blaine and shame from his mouth.

When Kurt came out of the bathroom minutes later, he found Blaine half-hanging off of the bed fast asleep. He pushed the other boy up farther into the bed and covered him up, studying the way Blaine's long lashes fanned out against his cheek. Sighing, he stepped out of the room and padded quietly downstairs to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee.

As the drink brewed, Kurt stared out the window watching the sun rise. Flashbacks of Blaine's lips on various parts of his body took over his memory and he bit his lip to stop the sob that threatened to erupt from his throat.

He loved Blaine, god damn did he care for that boy… but it was during instances such as this one when Kurt didn't know if he could deal with this anymore – if he could deal with their friendship any longer. Because all this thing (or whatever you wanted to call it) was doing to Kurt was killing him on the inside.

Blaine's game of cat and mouse and the deliberate way he was dangling Kurt by a thread was heartbreaking.

But Kurt couldn't figure out which would be worse: having Blaine in his life like this or not having Blaine in it at all?

Biting his lip, he poured himself a cup of the steaming joe and quickly drank, groaning at the scalding burn of coffee on his kiss swollen mouth. The tears he had been struggling to hold back steadily ran down his cheeks as he let it all out.

He just loved Blaine too much to let him go; he would just have to deal with the pain and hope things got better.

A/N: HELLLLOOOOO? ANYBODY READING OUT THERE?

I almost held this update to post later, but I have the stomach flu and thought I'd probably be able to put out a few updates soon since I'm practically bed ridden, so I decided to post it. HOWEVER, part of me is wondering if people are even reading this anymore? Like, I heard from two people last chapter (thanks for the feedback guys, by the way - I appreciate it) and that was it. Kinda depressing. My creys, lol.

Is this getting boring or something? Is it not appealing to the masses? Let me know please lol. I'm getting worried! :\ I still plan on updating, but I was just curious! :]