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Chapter 9

"...Kurt..."

"Mmmmfph..."

"...Kurt..." Rachel sighed, trying to stir a cranky Kurt Hummel to life. Not to mention, his hangover she didn't quite process yet...

"Go 'way...sleep m're, ple'se..." Kurt mumbled groggily into his pillow, one hand finding his head from the constant pounding, then smiled as he drifted off back to sleep, seeing only captivating hazel orbs and dark tousled curls.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel! Get up!" Rachel screeched, hitting him with a pillow.

Kurt bolted upright, his hair absolutely dishelved, eyes half open, and raised his voice. "Rachel! Is this an emergency?!" He squinted his eyes to avoid the harsh sunlight. I'm never drinking again...

"Well...no...I-I..." She started.

"...Is someone dying?!" He grumbled again.

"W-Well, uh, n-no...but, Kurt, listen..." She pressed on, hands on her hips.

"...Is the house on fire...?" Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes.

Rachel scoffed.

"Then please please leave...and let me SLEEP!" Kurt complained, rolling back over to stuff his face comfortably back into his pillow, falling fast asleep, yet again within seconds.

Rachel looked at him one last time, shook her head disapprovingly, and left his ''room''.

xxxK&Bxxx

"I told you so, Berry..." Santana sing-songed as Rachel came out, making her way over to the couch.

She sat down with a huff, folding her arms across her chest. "He needs to wake up, San..." She reprimanded.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Rachel, he had a late night last night. There's no way in hells Hummel is gonna get his pasty ass out of bed before noon..." She argued, then looked down at her watch. 9:28 am. Ha! Yeah, he'll be in there for a while..."It's too early for him to get up. You know this."

Rachel sighed. "Fine. Have it your way. I'm going to go down the street to grab some coffee..." She said, getting up to collect her purse, coat, and scarf.

"Uh, huh." Santana waved her hand as the brunette slammed the door. She flipped the tv channel to another show, one hand on her girlfriend's thigh as she slept peacefully next to her. Santana smiled.

xxxK&Bxxx

"I'm baaaaaack! And I have coffee and donuts people!" Rachel sang out as she entered the loft, hands full of the delicious and fattening donuts, ranging from glazed to chocolate to plain and the steaming coffees. She sat them down at the table.

A weary looking Elliot came out, licking his lips. "You had me at donuts."

Rachel smiled, and rolled her big brown eyes.

"Oooo! Thanks, Rachel!" Brittany squealed, getting up from the couch to make her way over to the treats.

"You had me at coffee, Berry. I knew you were useful for something around here..." San joked as she followed her girlfriend.

Rachel frowned and crossed her arms. "Where's Kurt?"

"Oh, h's sti' sle'ping..." Elliot said with a mouthful of chocolate.

"Are you serious?" She deadpanned.

"Seriously serious, Berry. I tolds you...not before noon..." Santana corrected, checking her watch. 11: 37am. Soon enough.

"Hmmprfh." She pouted, grabbing a coffee, and heading towards Kurt's room, once again. "Kuuuuurt..." She whispered upon entering slowly.

Silence.

"Kuuuuurrrt..."

A slight movement from the snoring man.

She came closer, waving the coffee closely, but not too close to his face.

A lick of his lips.

She smirked. "Coffee?"

Kurt muttered, sitting up, "Mmmrpfh...Wha...?"

"I come bearing gifts..." She smiled sweetly.

"Is Blaine here?" He asked, peeking one eye open and looked around.

"Well, uh, no...but Kuuuurt, coffee!" She tried again.

Kurt frowned at the mention of Blaine not being around. He glanced at his phone on the beside table, noting the time, and groaned weakly, "Ok, then wake me up when it's noon, please, Berry." He flopped back in to his heavy midnight blue duvet, snoring seconds later.

Santana piped up from the kitchen, "Told you, Berry!"

Rachel stormed out, clearly pissed off.

xxxK&Bxxx

Kurt rutted against his bed sheets, moaning and panting Blaine's name. "Mmmm, Blaaainnne, yeees..." In his vivid dream, all he could see was a tangle of limbs, hot wet mouths, and sounds of desperate whimpering and whining against a wall as Blaine devoured Kurt hungrily. "T-There...ahhhh..."

"Porcleain, wakey wakey..."

"No...w-want more...n-not now..." Kurt whined against his pillow, one hand palming his prominent erection through his pajama pants.

"I have coffee, Hummel..." San tried again, smirking when she heard him chanting his sexy history teacher's name continously as he gyrated his hips against his bed.

"Blaine is on his way over, Hummel. Chop chop!"

Kurt popped his eyes open at the mention of Blaine and then, THEN everything seemed okay in this cruel world. He propped himself up on his elbows, and stretched. "He is...please, please tell me it's true..." Kurt smiled dreamily.

"Coffee?" San smirked, offering the coffee to one adorable and slightly flushed Kurt Hummel. She walked away, and he whimpered, already getting up to follow the warm and pleasant smell of dark liquid.

"Come here...come b-back...n-need you, coffee..." Kurt spoke to the coffee, as if it would magically speak back to him. "And, oh my god, would someone please get me an Advil..."

She sat it down on the table next to the open box of two glazed and one chocolate donut, and he licked his lips, sitting down to enjoy a late breakfast. "That's how it's done, Berry. Learn from the best."

Kurt moaned as he sipped his coffee. "Where's Blaine?"

"Shit! Um, about that, Hummel..." Santana stated, looking guilty.

xxxK&Bxxx

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW, Satan?!" Kurt screamed, his arms flailing wildly as a squealing Rachel Berry tried to restrain him from tearing off the latino's head in rage. "What do you MEAN he's NOT here..."

"Oh hush it up, Hummel...I only did that so you can get out of bed..." Santana stated bluntly.

Kurt scoffed. "Why would you do that to me?!"

"Kurt! Stop! Eek!" Rachel held his arms down, trying to calm him down, but to no avail.

"Would everyone just stop the bitching, shit, guys..." Santana retorted. "Honestly...it was just a harmless prank..."

Kurt's eyes widened. "J-Just...just a..." A scoff, "I-I'm...you are..." Kurt stuttered out, trying to get his point across. Finally, his mind caught up, that, indeed Blaine wasn't here... and his shoulders slumped in defeat against Rachel. A tear fell down his porcleain cheek, and Rachel looked over to Santana with a confused shrug of her shoulders. He made his way to the couch and flopped down in misery.

Rachel and Santana shared a worried look.

Elliot came out from the bathroom, eyes set on a distant Kurt Hummel. "What's his problem?"

"Santana here, may or may not have lied to him about Blaine..." Rachel said, flipping her hair back.

The latino rolled her eyes and Elliot tried to stiffle a giggle.

"He'll be fine...in a couple of hours...just watch..." Elliot reasoned.

"H-He's not here...w-what if he d-doesn't want t-to see me anymore...I mean, l-last night was pretty bad...with the whole Eli t-thing..." Kurt whispered sadly, staring off into, well, nothing as he hugged a couch cushion to his chest for a warm ebrace.

"Okaaaay, meanwhile, I'm headed to the gym...cause you know...I'm eating waaaay to much pie again...talk to you guys later..." Elliot said, making a weird face, then left hurriedly.

"Wait, what?! What do you mean, 'the whole Eli thing'?!" Rachel asked, doing appropriate air quotes. She got comfortable, waiting for Kurt to share.

"Wooooooooow, Kurt, that's pretty messed up. But, I don't think he doesn't not want to see you again..." Rachel said, soothing Kurt's arm. "I mean, did you guys, uh, kiss at the ned of your date?"

"Yeah..." Kurt whispered again, a dreamy smile immediately coming across his face. "It was...perfect."

"Oh, God, Hummel...it was a peck on the cheek, Rach. Sheesh..." San spoke up.

"Who cares if he fucking kissed my cheek,...I STILL loved it..." Kurt stated, feeling his temper resurface again. He took a deep breath. "A-Anyway, yeah...so there's that..." He mumbled, saddened once again.

Suddenly, Santana broke the deafening silence. "Well, this calls for some shopping...or something..." She mumbled with a wave of her hand and got up, heading towards her partition of the loft.

Kurt continued to stare at the floor.

Rachel sighed. "Kurt, it's going to be ok. I know what you need. You need a distraction." She smiled, and turned the t.v. on, and immediately chose a show to catch up on from the dvr. She got comfortable, and wrap her arm around his shoulder for comfort.

From behind them, Brittany piped up, "I want to buy a donut making machine...or maybe I can ask Lord Tubbington to help me build it..."

xxxK&Bxxx

Blaine sighed, going over yet again, the students work, trying to concentrate, but to no avail. His mind kept drifting back to one Kurt Hummel and the events of last night. And it surely didn't help with Addy in the living room belting out "Part Of Your World" from The Little Mermaid. He rolled his eyes nonetheless, and smiled at the cuteness and innocence of his daughter. Ok, Blaine...concentrate...As his red pen started to finally flow smoothly across each paper he graded, his mind once again drifted to Kurt. Evey now and then, he would pause, glance at his phone to see if the adorable student either texted or called.

Nothing.

Blaine frowned. Wow. My life certainly seems empty when he isn't around...at least I have Addy. He grinned stupidly, and continued to grade.

"Daddy?" Addy asked, bouncing up to her father.

Blaine sighed, but smiled. "Yes, sweetheart?" He focused on the next question.

"Can we go get ice cream?"

Blaine looked up at her through his glsses, and his eyes went wide. "Ice cream? Why?"

She shrugged, a curl bouncing with the movement. "Yeah, why not? You look sad."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, and gently moved her curl, tucking it securely behind her ear. "I-"

He was cut off by a buzz. He glanced at his phone, and his stomach did flip flops at a new text message. "Give me a second, ok, honey?" He said, picking up his phone. "Go watch your movie. I'll just be a second."

She chirped, "Ok!" And ran back over to the couch, flopping on it, and grabbed a cushion to get comfortable.

Blaine's heart pounded as he swiped the screen.

Unknown: We need to talk.

Blaine: Who is this?

Unknown: Oh, hi. I should probably tell you it's Elliot.

Blaine's brow furrowed, and suddenly he felt a pang of jealousy. Elliot...Kurt's ROOM MATE Elliot...What the heck does HE want with ME? Blaine thought discouragingly. He replied.

Blaine: Ok...hello. What do you want with me, Elliot? And may I ask how you got my number?

Blaine felt naseated.

Elliot: Oh, no worries, man. I'm not here to steal your Kurt if that's what you're wondering...quite the opposite. ;) BTW, I stole Kurt's phone to retrieve your number.

Oh my GOD?! Is he...is he COMING ON TO ME?! No...ew...just NO.

Blaine: I'm scared to ask...

Elliot: Oh! God...nothing like THAT. Ok, look. Kurt's at home POUTING and I need you to maybe call him or something.

Blaine's heart stung at the thought of Kurt at home, probably crying, alone...He dialed Elliot's number. "Hello?"

"Hey man! What's up?" Elliot said breathlessly.

"Maaaaay I ask why Kurt is sitting at home, alone, crying?" Blaine asked, genuinely concerned for Kurt's well-being.

"Oh, he's not alone. Santana's there...and Rachel, too. Basically everyone is. But he seems...oh I don't know...uhm, off? He thinks you may be mad at him? I'm not sure why, I just enjoyed eating my donut..." Elliot stated, wiping his forehead with a white towel from the gym's locker room.

Blaine shook his head. "You're weird, man. No, I'm not mad at him. Being with what happened with Eli, I'm still pissed..."

"Daddy..." Addy begged, pulling on his pant leg impatiently. "Ice cream, pleeeeeease?" She pouted.

Blaine looked down at her. "Hey, Elliot?"

"Hmm?"

"What's everyone doing today?" He asked.

"Well, I'm working out at the gym..." He started.

Explains why he was breathless. Blaine thought.

"Santana just texted me. She's planning on shopping with Brit...Kurt is sulking...Rachel is watching t.v with him. Why?" He finished, as he read all of his texts from his roomies. He shook his head, smiling.

"I think I should call Kurt. You think he's up for ice cream?" Blaine smiled now, thinking of an idea.

"Sure, why not? I mean, come on man, it's ice cream..." Elliot said.

Blaine rolled his eyes. His daughter's eyes widened, waiting for his father's answer. Blaine held up a finger. "Ok. I'll call him, then. Thanks, Elliot."

"No problem. Have fun."

Blaine nodded and hung up. He immediately called Kurt. Waiting patiently for his Kurt (wait...where the hell did THAT come from?!) he drummed his fingers on his desk.

Kurt answered and Blaine heard a distant shuffle and whispers of ssssh! on he other end. "H-Hello?"

"Kurt, hi."

"H-Hi...uhm, what's up?" Kurt stuttered nervously.

"Kurt..." Blaine frowned, catching on to now how Kurt is feeling.

"Y-Yeah?" He breathed out.

"Why...why do you sound nervous? Did I do something wrong?" Blaine asked.

"No! No, of course not, Blaine...I-I just had a bbad morning, is all..." He said honestly.

Blaine could hear Santana shouting Good Lord, just go DO something with him before you make ME depressed...SHIT. He laughed. "Was...was that Santana?!"

Kurt sighed, "Yes, that was her, and yes I've been sulking all morning..."

"Mmmhmm. Well, I have an idea...if you're up for it?" Blaine said excitedly.

Kurt perked up. "Yes?"

"How does ice cream sound?"

"Lovely!" Kurt said a little too quickly.

Again, he could hear Santana shout FUCK yes...maybe you'll actually get LAID, Hummel...

"Satan! Shut up!" Kurt hissed, trying to cover the speaker, but Blaine still heard, and he giggled. Kurt is adorable, oh my god...

"Well, if it's ok, Addy is coming too...actually you can thank HER. It was her idea..." Blaine laughed.

"Ok! Well, I guess I'll see you and Addy soon, then?" Kurt said, and Blaine just knew he was finally smiling.

"Yeah! Ok, Kurt. See you soon..." Blaine nodded to his daughter, and she screeched.

Kurt chuckled on the other end, and Blaine decided he wanted that as his ringtone, if possible. "Oh, and Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?" He replied, oh so softly.

"Smile more. You're beautiful when you smile..." Blaine said.

Kurt's breathing hitched, and then there was silence.

Blaine waited.

"Hey, Blaine! Uhm, he's getting ready. He told me to tell you he'll see you and Addy soon!" Rachel chirped on the other line.

"Ok, great! Thanks, Rach."

She hummed, and disconnected the call. He sighed, rubbed his eyes from beneath his glasses, and yawned.

"Come on, Daddy! Let's go!" Addy pressed.

Blaine stood up, stretched, and got his coat on. He grabbed Addy's little hand, and made their way to the ice cream store.

He couldn't wait to see Kurt.

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