A/N: I do not own Glee
Knock, knock.
"Come in!" Kurt called.
Finn nudged the door open with his foot and lumbered in.
"Ooh," Kurt chirped, noting the two mugs in Finn's hands. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Finn offered a wry smile as he placed the mugs of warm milk on the bedside table.
"Looking for some old lady chat?" Kurt joked. "I have heard some very interesting rumors off the grape vine that you might be interested to know."
Finn looked mildly intrigued for a moment, then immediately shook his head. "No, not tonight. I actually wanted to talk to you about something else."
Kurt joined him on the bed, bringing one of his legs up under him. He picked up a mug and took a small sip. The milk wasn't quite as scalding as it usually was, suggesting Finn may have been lurking outside for quite some time. Rather than chastising his brother for being creepy, he asked, "What's on your mind?"
"It's, well uh, it's kind of about the girls."
Kurt smiled knowingly. "Ah. I see."
Finn blinked at him. "So do you already know what I'm thinking?"
"I think I have an idea. It's not like it's not the usual issue, Finn – you and girls. What did Rachel do this time?"
Finn sighed, once again looking unusually pensive. "Not just girls, like, girls in general this time. Like, the girls."
"Glee club girls?" Okay, so he had no idea where this was going.
"Uh, yeah." Finn said. He hesitated before continuing, "I'm assuming you've heard of Rachel's plan?"
Kurt snorted. "Yeah, her incredibly stupid plan."
"I don't think it's that stupid," Finn wrung his hands. That he had his mind stuck on Rachel was written across his face. The letters even italicized when that dopey grin of his lit up his eyes. "I thought it was actually pretty good." he admitted, enthusiasm waning at Kurt's obvious disdain for it. "But yeah, that plan."
"What about it?" A thought occurred, making him shake his head. "If you've come here to ask me to try to convince Rachel Berry to abandon one of her schemes, especially one Mercedes and Lauren agreed to, then you've seriously overestimated Rachel's ability to be rational."
"Yeah, I've already talked to her about bailing out, but she's pretty – you know how she is. I figured there's no way to talk her out of it completely, so I thought of an alternative to at least keep them from getting killed." Finn refused to make eye contact. "I thought of someone who might be able to step in and help, so the girls don't have to be on the field the whole game. I need your help."
"If you're trying to get me to convince Blaine to join the football team, that's not going to happen." Kurt said.
Finn looked as though that idea had just occurred to him, and that made Kurt uneasy.
"I mean, it'd be really cool if you talked to him about it, but I was actually talking about you."
Kurt jumped up off the bed and stepped away from it, as though it was painful to be near. "No, no, no, no."
Finn stood as well and walked toward him. "Why not?"
Kurt continued to back away from the taller boy. "Why do I have to do it?" He retorted.
"You're the only one who can."
"Finn," Kurt said sternly. "No. I am not going to put on that hideous uniform and act as a human shield against ten-foot-tall Neanderthals."
"You wouldn't just be a human shield. You actually know the game – I know you're paying attention when your dad makes you watch. I don't see what the big deal is. You were on the team last year and you won us the game! This is a big game and you could protect the girls and help us win." Finn looked at him imploringly.
Kurt gave his half-brother a defeated look.
Playing another football game was something Kurt never thought he'd even consider. Honestly, he never thought he'd get the chance, but for the most part, it wasn't something he wanted to do…
. . .
The new ragtag band of McKinley Titans stood in a loose huddle off to the side of the bleachers. The glee club girl's had this cloud of excitement and nerves buzzing about them as they chattered on about strategies they'd never even have the chance . Meanwhile, the actual football players repeatedly side-eyed them with their arms crossed; they still didn't like Rachel's insane idea.
"You good, Kurt?" Sam asked.
Said boy was practically drowning in shoulder pads. Although he tried to puff his body up to make him look bigger, all his efforts did was give him a constipated look and red, shiny cheeks.
"Yeah. I'm great. We're totally gonna win this," he breathed.
Kurt knew he was totally lying to himself – which kind of defeated the purpose of lying in the first place – but he had to or else he would go screaming for the hills.
The last time he was in uniform was ages ago, and winning that one game had been a total fluke. Sure, he had a bit of natural talent hidden up his designer sleeve, but that wasn't applicable to a state championship game. The last team they had played had been a nearby team that, in all honesty, hadn't been all that much of a challenge to begin with. So yeah, his little last minute play had been a huge deciding factor in the game's outcome, but the McKinley Titans had also had a backup plan that would have easily destroyed the other team. This game wouldn't be like that. The other team was a very good team and this was a very big game that was about to go down. There was no way one decidedly pale, fragile teenager would be able to do much for them this time around.
Unfortunately, Kurt had already agreed to do this one thing for Finn, so he had to try to put a positive spin on this... Perhaps if he got too badly pummeled they'd have to cancel or at the least postpone the game, then Blaine would, out of nowhere, confess his immeasurable love for him as he lay wounded in the emergency room…
… Or he could just buck up and pray the other team didn't attack him like they had a personal vendetta against him, something that certain McKinley jocks would never be able to handle.
"Psst, Kurt." A voice hissed from the other side of the bleachers.
"Hmm?" was Kurt's spacey reply.
"I need to talk to you."
Kurt didn't even recognize the person speaking to him was Blaine until he was being dragged away from the girls. To his surprise, his kidnapper didn't look happy. The boy's brows furrowed deeply as he stood there with crossed arms and a prominent frown.
"What are you doing here, Kurt?"
Kurt was taken aback by the question. He thought it obvious with the football jersey swallowing him whole… By the tone at which it had been asked, he could only infer that it was, in fact, rhetorical.
"I'm playing in the game. Finn had this idea that maybe another guy will keep the girls safer."
"Is he insane?" Blaine exclaimed. "And what about you?"
Kurt mimicked Blaine's position. "What about me?"
"Even if the girls don't end up in a puddle, you're going to be running around out there with a giant target on your head. Besides, there's no way the Titans will pull out on top. Is hospitalization really worth losing a stupid game?" Blaine dramatically rubbed his eyes and huffed, "I can't watch this,"
While Blaine was having a moment, Rachel and Finn appeared, looking between the pair suspiciously.
"What is he doing here?" Rachel looked Blaine up and down disdainfully.
"I'm having a conversation with my – look, can we have some privacy for, like, two minutes?"
Unfortunately for him, the other's had eyes for drama and were watching them from a distance, clearly straining their ears for gossip. Sam broke away from them and ran up before Rachel could say something nasty back. "Hey, man. Nice shirt." He gave Blaine a thumbs-up. "You here to join, too?" he joked.
Blaine, clearly not in the joking mood, snapped, "I'm here to recue your brains from the jars Shuester obviously holds them in, and after I've done that I'd like to know why five girls, who have never played football, and Kurt are in uniform."
Sam was taken aback momentarily. Once those words sunk in, he actually had the humility to look ashamed. Finn followed suit, awkwardly avoiding eye contact, but ever so stubborn Rachel stood her ground.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "We're not actually going to play. When they start we'll just lie down." She looked at everyone with an insane glint in her eye and enthusiastically reiterated, "Just lie down."
"That is the worst idea I have ever heard." said Blaine.
"This has nothing to do with you," Rachel snapped. "Besides you're just being sexist because you don't think us girls can actually play with the boys."
"You're crazy if you think McKinley could actually win with, what, five active football players and four girls in the way for everyone to trip on." Blaine turned his back on Rachel and looked at Kurt imploringly. "Don't do this, Kurt." His voice was soft and desperate.
Kurt waved him off. "I'll be fine, Blaine. I've been on the team before. Nothing I can't handle."
Blaine gave him a look that suggested he had lost his mind. "Yes, you were the kicker." He seemed to have to take a moment to regain his composer, clearly trying to avoid yelling. Finally, he uncrossed his arms and pulled Kurt away from everyone's prying eyes and ears over to a more secluded spot.
"Kicker is one thing, but the other positions are different." He began in a condescending tone. "You could get really hurt."
Kurt folded his arms. "Who said I wasn't going to be playing kicker again?" He realized this was a stupid question the second it left his mouth.
"Kurt, think about this for a second. When there are barely ten people on the field everyone's going to be doing a lot of everything. This is beyond stupid. I won't let you do this," Blaine struggled with his words before blurting, "I forbid it."
Kurt actually scoffed at that point. "You can't forbid me. I'm not some fragile flower."
"Flower, no, but you're – " Blaine ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly disrupting it's perfect coif. "I've taken a lot of crap to keep you from getting killed by homophobic jocks, I'm not about to let that be in vain so you can get legally pulverized by more jocks. After all I've done to keep you safe, I'm not letting you risk this, Kurt."
Kurt began storming off, but Blaine was hot on his heels.
"You're not my keeper." Kurt spun around, nearly knocking into the boy but not caring, and ground out, "You don't have to babysit me."
"Kurt, please –"
"Why does this even matter to you?"
For once, Blaine didn't have any kind of smartass response to shoot back at him, he simply began sputtering incoherently.
"Yeah, exactly." With that, Kurt stomped off toward the field.
Kurt had, somewhat stupidly, hoped that Blaine would be happy for him, maybe even give him a pep talk about how he 'so had this.' Since he obviously wasn't going to get that kind of support from Blaine, he allowed the girls' excitement to fuel his veins and turned his full focus onto the game.
. . .
"I still can't believe we won," Kurt was dazedly for the third time that night.
"I know, right." Finn frowned, "I mean, I knew we would all along, totally."
Kurt rolled his eyes at him.
"It feels great to win again!" Finn yelled, "Take that, Blaine!" He rolled down the windows and let out a cheer.
Kurt celebrated quietly in his head. While Finn turned up the music, he leaned back in the passenger seat and closed his eyes.
The drive to Rachel's after-party didn't take very long, and soon the brothers were reluctantly being led into her basement. They were the first to get there because everyone else stopped to eat before they went home to get cleaned up. Finn and Kurt had only stopped by the house to quickly shower and let their parents know about the victory.
Both boys were well aware of how stupid it was to go to Rachel's party, but since the cool football players had boycotted the game, there weren't any after-parties to go to.
It was nearly half an hour before anyone else showed up. During that time, Finn and Kurt were forced to sit there in awkward silence…Well, Kurt was forced to sit through it. Finn's fate, on the other hand, was much worse. He was stuck siting off to the side while Rachel sent a constant stream of reproachful glares and longing glances in his direction. Once the others finally spilled into the small basement one by one, Kurt managed to shake Rachel off onto an unsuspecting Puck, and the brothers retreated off into a corner of the basement. Soon after, Puck got fed up and got to doing what he did best – getting everyone hammered. When they beer was introduced, it didn't take long for others from McKinley to make an appearance (much to Rachel's delight.)
As for Kurt and Finn, they had mutually agreed to not drink a thing that didn't come directly out of the kitchen faucet. Presumably, everyone else just assumed them to be the designated drivers seeing as each and every one of them wasted no time in getting completely and utterly inebriated.
Most everyone had paired off into little groups of stereotypical drunks and after some time a very drunk, very emotional Rachel managed to steal Finn away somehow, leaving Kurt to his own devices.
"You don't seem to be having much fun." A voice said in his ear.
Kurt involuntarily stiffened. All the sudden, a body vaulted itself over the couch and settled on an arm to Kurt's left. Naturally, it was none other than Blaine.
They hadn't spoken much since Christmas. That combined with their argument before the game made it difficult to laugh and talk like they normally did. Kurt tried his hardest to avoid eye contact, but after a few minutes, he couldn't help but ask, "Why on earth are you here?"
Blaine shrugged and said nothing. Instead, he brought a bottle up to his lips and took a deep gulp.
From the other side of the room the music jolted up to an astounding new level of loud as Brittany mercilessly twisted the volume knob on the stereo. Blaine slid off the arm of the couch and scooted over until he was pressed right into Kurt's side.
"I heard about Rachel's party from Puck." Blaine shouted over the music. "He asked me to supply some real alcohol." When Kurt didn't look all too impressed, he added, "And besides, I couldn't leave my best friend all alone at his first party."
Kurt looked over to a corner where two bodies were very tangled together. Sam and Santana seemed to have lost any sense of self-awareness and were locked in a very passionate embrace, completely ignoring everyone around them.
"He doesn't look very lonely to me!" Kurt yelled back at Blaine. "And I really doubt this is Sam's first rodeo!"
Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's thick-headedness. "I meant you, dummy."
"Oh." Kurt said dumbly. "So we're BFF's now?"
"Shut up." Blaine said.
They watched everyone around them dance – many of them were simply jumping up and down and sloshing booze everywhere, and then there were those with partners who were grinding up on each other like a tacky rap video. Rachel's basement wasn't a very big space, so everyone was crowded no matter what, but none of them seemed to mind much.
"Do you want to dance?' Blaine suddenly asked, his mouth right up against Kurt's ear.
Kurt very much doubted the kind of dancing they would be doing to this music was going to be anything his father would approve of. Then there was the fact that Blaine starting a grind line with Kurt would be nothing short of announcing to the entirety of McKinley that he was a raging homosexual.
"Are you drunk, Blaine?" he snorted.
The other boy hadn't seemed so before, but obviously there was some sort of substance involved flinging his senses out the window. He tried to surreptitiously look at the label on the bottle in Blaine's hand, but Blaine seemed to think he wanted it and offered the bottle up.
"I'm not drunk, Kurt," Blaine stumbled over the words a little. "I just want to dance with you."
The words, "Out and proud, just not forthcoming" reverberated through Kurt's skull. Blaine said those words often enough, and with enough conviction that there was a time when Kurt without a doubt believed those words to be true. Now? Not so much. Saying it wasn't enough, and thinking back on Blaine's actions was good evidence to convince Kurt that while Blaine definitely believed those words, he was only lying to himself. Around Kurt, Blaine always let the persona disappear, leaving in its wake a dapper, energetic young man. However, the moment Blaine was thrown out of that little bubble of protection he maintained the cool, guarded exterior. During those times he was much tenser and wound up. This did not lead Kurt to believe him about being comfortable with his own sexuality, let alone in his own skin. And it seemed that it was only with Kurt that he was uncomfortable. When it came to Kurt or anyone else for that matter, Blaine didn't seem to give a damn about what they were.
Throughout Kurt's little mental tangent, Blaine patiently sat there with eyebrows quizzically lifted, awaiting an answer.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked in a small voice. He very much doubted that he could be heard over the pounding beat of the bass, but Blaine appeared to have gotten the gist of it.
Rolling his eyes fondly, Blaine helped Kurt up and pulled him over to a corner where no one was dancing or making out. At first, Kurt wasn't quite sure what to do with his body or where to put his arms. He barely knew how to dance to normal music, let alone the rhythmless electronic noise that was being blasted.
Blaine quickly sensed Kurt's reservations and yelled, "I'll be right back," before disappearing into the small crowd of bodies.
The room may not have been very large, but it was dark and he had no way of knowing where someone was other than the random zaps of laser light that would flash from the stage every few seconds.
All of the sudden the noise was replaced by a song Kurt was actually somewhat familiar with, much to his relief.
The energy of the room was stilted for a few moments while everyone synced with the change of pace. Then everyone began clapping in sync with the music and the atmosphere became, if possible, even wilder. Even with the change of pace that was a little more his speed, it was still difficult for Kurt to let loose with all of these strangers. So when Blaine wrestled his way back to the corner, Kurt was still standing there awkwardly. When he noticed the two beers in Blaine's hands, he shrunk even more in on himself.
"I'm not going to be that ass who forces you to drink, but I promise it'll make dancing more fun."
Although it was tempting, he and Finn did have a deal about not getting drunk. He told Blaine as much.
"One beer isn't even enough to get you buzzed." Blaine assured him. "And look," He wheeled Kurt around and pointed him in the direction of his stepbrother.
As it turned out, Finn was definitely keeping his part of the deal and in doing so looked positively miserable. All the way on the other side of the room, Finn was sitting alone on the stairs while sipping water. Every so often the strobe light would flash across him and illuminate his bored expression. Rachel wasn't too far from him, wearing her weird, old nightgown talking to some boys, so it wasn't difficult to figure out why Finn looked so put out. If anyone needed – no, deserved alcohol, it was Finn.
Before Kurt could worry too much about it, Blaine nudged him and offered him the bottle again. He grabbed it and took a hesitant swig. It didn't taste too bad, but the after-burn wasn't any good either.
By then, the previous song ended and a new one blasted. It wasn't a familiar tune, but it sounded even more fun.
After a few more gulps of the drink, Kurt's head began to feel fuzzy and warm. At that point, Blaine gently pulled it from his hands and placed both of theirs on a nearby shelf. When he turned back around, Kurt actually started jumping to the beat along with everyone else.
Santana finally wrestled control of the music from Puck and the beat transformed into something more electric like it had been before. Now that Kurt was a little more loosened up and admittedly slightly buzzed, he didn't freeze up. On the contrary, his body felt like putty as it began rhythmically swaying on its own. Blaine offered an out of breath smile. To Kurt's surprise, the boy's arms snaked around his shoulders. When Kurt's arms found their way around Blaine's waist, he was too out of it to notice his own actions.
After a few minutes of dancing like this – like every other couple in the room – the music found a slower rhythm. Blaine's head lolled forward and bumped against Kurt's. Rather than laughing it off and pulling away quickly, they were both content to stay there.
. . .
"Kurt!"
Something tugged his arm.
"No." He heard himself moan.
"Kurt! Kurt!"
Kurt finally turned toward the source of the yelling. It was Finn.
"We have to go, man! We told your dad we'd be back by two."
Had it really already been three hours already? Kurt blinked the sluggishness out of his eyes and then ran over to the sofa to get his jacket.
When he returned, Finn was already half way up the stairs impatiently waiting. As Kurt followed after him, he remembered Blaine and stopped. He turned around to say goodbye, but quickly noticed the other boy had already found a new, now female, partner. That's right. Homosexual, man whore Blaine Anderson was dancing with none other than Rachel Berry. Any of the warm fuzziness and lightness that had previously filled his body began to evaporate. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world, but instead of allowing the bile in his throat to get the upper hand, he forced the sudden nausea down enough to get up the stairs. Finn ended up having to walk behind him on the chance that he fell, but once they made it out the front door the crisp, winter air slapped him somewhat more sober.
. . .
An hour after Finn and Kurt left the party Kurt's phone began buzzing like crazy. Snuggly tucked into bed, Kurt ignored it as best as he could, but after ten straight minutes, he'd had enough. He flung his covers back and reached out for his phone.
The screen displayed four missed calls and a dozen text messages. All were from Blaine.
As soon as it was picked up, another call came in. Kurt was too busy scrolling through the messages to answer the call. Once he reached the bottom, he jumped out of bed and ran to the front door. When he swung it open a very intoxicated Blaine attempted to stand up off the welcome mat. Too drunk for coordination, he lost his balance and fell into bushes.
Kurt rushed over to help him up. "How did you even get here? Did you drive like this?" He looked around for a motorcycle.
Blaine shook his head emphatically. "No Puck did. He said he didn't want to deal with my drunk ass, so he dropped me off here. How rad is that?"
"Blaine, we need to get you home."
"No! No, no, no, no." Blaine begged. "I want to stay here with you."
Kurt looked at him incredulously. "No you don't." He said and continued trying to get his drunken friend to walk over to his car.
"Okay, I don't. I just – I don't wanna go home alone. I don't wanna be alone anymore." His eyes went really big, staring almost puppy-like.
Kurt huffed, "don't be a drama queen, you just left the party."
To Kurt's utter dismay (and slight terror) tears pooled in Blaine's big eyes and then began to flow earnestly. It wasn't crocodile tears but the racking sobs of someone too drunk to function that escaped. Kurt slowly reached out and hugged Blaine because that was the only thing that he could think to do. Rather than pull away like sober Blaine might have done, drunk, crying Blaine held on tightly.
"I won't make you go home. But you have to stop crying, at least enough to get up to my room without waking the whole house."
Blaine nodded.
When they finally made it up the stairs, Kurt glanced around quickly and then ushered Blaine into his room and locked the door behind them.
Not bad, Kurt thought to himself.
They somehow managed to make it to Kurt's room without anybody catching them and by then there wasn't a trace of tears on Blaine's face anymore, so that was a feat to be proud of.
It was interesting how quickly drunk Blaine bounced back. For someone who had just been bawling moments earlier, he sure transformed back into the bubbly drunk version of himself quite easily.
"Ku – Karry. Krut," Blaine was sitting on Kurt's bed babbling on and giggling.
"How much did you drink after I left?" Kurt asked.
Blaine attempted to count on his fingers. He stopped trying when he realized that he just kept poking one of his fingers over and over again. "Not enough." He said.
"Enough for what?"
Blaine pulled a face. "To make me forget kissing Rachel." As soon as he said it, he paled and ducked his head between his knees. Kurt immediately grabbed the trashcan and forced Blaine to put his head in it. The drunken boy spit into it a few times but, fortunately, didn't throw up.
"You kissed Rachel?" Kurt asked in horror.
Blaine refused to talk about it any further. Rather, he got right at home in Kurt's bed and snuggled into the covers. It was all very cute until Kurt realized he would have to sleep on the floor. Begrudgingly, he began making up a spot next to the bed and when it was done, he laid down. Once comfortable, he looked up and noticed Blaine was still awake and watching him.
"What, Blaine?" He asked, groggily.
"Why are you down there?" Without waiting for an answer, Blaine slid onto the floor right next to Kurt. By way of explanation, all he said was, "I'll sleep there too."
"Blaine. Just sleep in my bed. I'm not sleeping with you." At Blaine's puzzled expression, Kurt added, "It's not appropriate, or whatever. C'mon, move." Kurt sat up on his knees, coaxing Blaine to do the same, and then attempted to get him to move back into the bed. Due to Blaine's refusal to cooperate, they ended up in an awkward sort of hug. Even though Kurt was a head taller than him, Blaine's stouter figure made them about the same weight, so Kurt ended up not having any leverage. He finally stopped trying to pull the other boy up and sighed in defeat.
"Why won't you sleep with me Kurt?" It truly was an innocent question, but it threw Kurt's mind into overdrive.
Blaine leaned in, his breath hitting Kurt's neck, and what he did from there would haunt Kurt's thoughts and dreams for months – it started when Blaine brushed his nose down Kurt's neck. The shiver that followed prompted Blaine to softly press his lips there next. With each touch of lips to skin, the kisses got harder and wetter. He continued to do it and Kurt let him.
It wasn't until Blaine sucked particularly hard on a spot below his ear that he was able to snap back into the situation.
"You're hot," Kurt panted. "but I did not consent to this!"
One light shove was enough to send Blaine tumbling backward into the bed frame. He bumped his head on it and let out a small moaned, "Ouch."
"C'mon. I'm going to give you my bed and we're going to forget all about this." Kurt eased him up and helped him get under the blankets again.
After that incident, Blaine didn't protest anymore and fell asleep in minutes. Kurt, on the other hand, lay on his makeshift palette trying to make intrusive thoughts vanish.
. . .
"Hummel, is that a hickey?"
Kurt scowled at Blaine's loud voice and attempted to shrink into his hood. The two hadn't spoken since a few days previously when Blaine snuck back out before Kurt woke up. It was like a awkward walk of shame between two friends except, hmm, Kurt didn't even get laid.
Kurt tried to walk faster, but he was in the middle of the math hall after glee club practice, so there weren't even any crowds to disappear into. This resulted in Blaine quickly catching up.
"Hey, you," he greeted.
"You're looking well for someone who threw up in my shoes in the wee hours of the morning."
Blaine's smile faltered. "What?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Wow. You really don't remember anything do you?"
Blaine shrugged like he it was completely normal – well, for him it probably was. He didn't seem at all bothered by that and instead of discussing it further, he zeroed in on Kurt. "So somebody got lucky the other night." He lightly brushed his fingers across the purple bruise on Kurt's neck. Either he didn't notice or ignored the small shiver it produced and continued on, "Please tell me it was Puck. I always thought he was a little – "
"It wasn't Puck." Kurt quickly interrupted.
Blaine's jaw dropped open and his hand clutched his heart. "Oh, not Rachel."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Then who? Sam? Finn?" Blaine said in a mock scandalized tone.
"It was you!" Kurt blurted. As he said it, his cheeks flushed a deep burgundy. Still, he somehow managed to grit out. "Blaine, you woke up in the middle of the night and like, attacked me."
Blaine's joking demeanor instantly vanished, and his face drained of all color.
"Do you remember any of it?"
"No." Blaine's eyes widened. "That couldn't have – I'm not that horny of a drunk."
"It's fine. Let's just agree to never speak of it again."
"Oh my god. What?" Blaine ran his hands through his hair roughly. "What –"
Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Kurt quickly cut him off, "Nothing!"
"Then what –"
"I told you to stop and slept on the floor." Kurt admitted. "What kind of friend would I be if I took advantage of you like that?"
"A friend who was molested by a drunken idiot."
Blaine gave him a strange look. He looked genuinely worried about what happened. Even more shocking than being given a hickey by Blaine, the boy opened his arms and pulled Kurt into a brief, though not unwelcomed, hug. When he pulled away, it was with an uncharacteristically shy smile. His eyes darted from Kurt to literally every other spot in the room as he stood unsure of where to go from there.
Kurt spared them both the awkwardness and said, "C'mon. Let's get out of here."
Blaine fell into step behind him. "So, what else happened at that party?" He asked, trying – and failing – to sound casual.
"I dunno, danced for a few hours." Suddenly, Kurt recalled what Blaine had told him. "Oh yeah, apparently you made out with Rachel."
Blaine groaned. "Why couldn't you have stayed?"
"I seriously doubt I could have wrestled you out of the arms of Rachel Berry."
"I mean I'd rather have kissed you." Blaine said this casually enough.
Blood rushed into Kurt's cheeks as just the thought of it caused his stomach to swoop. He figured that Blaine probably meant it but at the same time didn't mean anything by it. Besides, his mind did not even need to go there. He'd already been groped by Blaine; that was enough for the year. Anyhow, he didn't think making out with him while they were both under the influence would have done much good for either of them. So instead of making things unnecessarily serious, he diverted. "Was you kissing somebody just inevitable?"
It was Blaine's turn to blush. "Yeah, kind of."
"Duly noted. I'll make sure to have my running shoes on next time."
It was almost funny how quickly Blaine bounced back into quippy, flirty banter. He said with a flirtatious grin, "I think I can definitely catch you."
Over time, Kurt tried really hard to play the entire situation off as just a funny mistake that he would quickly forget about, and he thought he was doing a half decent job seeing that Blaine never mentioned it again. The fact was that ever since that night dancing with Blaine, his dreams had taken a very different turn. Suddenly his dreams had turned very sexy.
Next time on Do I Wanna Know... Fire and the Thud:
Blaine rose from his stool and went to stand with Holly and Mr. Shue.
Mr. Shue smiled and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "Blaine Anderson here was a student leader at his previous school and helped teach sex education to his younger peers." He didn't notice Blaine's hand inch behind him and high-five Holly, nor did he notice her wink back.
Kurt fell into the nearest chair, where he slumped down as far as he could and covered his faced with his hand. This was not happening.
. . .
"I hope that's not seriously one of the requirements for regionals, because with Kurt and those dance moves, we don't stand a chance." Santana said as she passed by Kurt.
. . .
"What makes you think I can teach you sex appeal?"
"I think we all know Mr. Shue bringing you in to teach us how to group bond or whatever was total bull. It was just a cover up for him to try to get more provocative. And because you're," Kurt struggled for words. "You're, well, you. Can you help me out or not?"
. . .
"Then what do you say we get out of here, somewhere more private?" Blaine said breathlessly.
