A/N: There's some French in this, just an eensy bit, and it's more for a giggle and I wanted to do it, but it's more picky on pronunciation and I just thought I'd let you know that I'm only mediocre at French (Spanish is my better language, you see), so don't critique the explanation-type-thing in that part too badly, please, as, yeah, like I said, I'm not awesome at French.

Chapter Nine.

The next day, and he could only tell it was the next day because of the harsh light streaming through the window where the curtains were left open the previous night, Blaine woke up to find himself in Kurt's strong hold, with his face pressed in to the paler boy's chest and an arm wrapped loosely around his waist. Kurt was still asleep, but that didn't bother Blaine. No, he was contented with just lying in Kurt's hold and trying to ignore the awful pounding that he felt in the back of his skill by attempting to remember the events of last night. Of course, with the amount of alcohol he had consumed that night, this was easier said than done.

Think, Blaine, think: what did you do last night?, Blaine thought as he scrunched his eyes closed, trying to regain some memories, hoping that maybe he'd see the flashes that would turn out to be 'clips' of what had happened the night before.

Coming to Rachel's. Saving... Kurt – yes, that was Kurt, his boyfriend, in the scrum of Warblers – and his Armani... was it an Armani? Or maybe he was wearing an Alexander McQueen? Blaine then remembered that Kurt was shirtless. He opened his eyes and looked around to see – yep, there was no denying it, that was Kurt's favourite Armani... on the floor... in a scrunched up heap? Hmm, that was very unlike Kurt. Yes, of course, Kurt has also consumed alcohol and wouldn't act exactly as he usually would, Blaine realised, rolling his eyes as he realised it was such an obvious thing.

Wes spoke to Blaine in the corner, though, of course Nick and Jeff were close by and listening in – much to both of the boys' displeasure – and giggling away.

"Blaine," Wes sighed. He then ran a hand through his hair before saying "Wwhy did you take my gavel?"

Staring down at his feet, Blaine mumbled something along the lines of 'I don't know what you're talking about, Wesley'.

"Don't lie to me, Blaine. When I arrived at Dalton to meet you all, I went back to our dorm to quickly change and when I went in to my bedside table, looking for my comb, I noticed that my gavel was on the left side – I always leave it on the right."

Blaine felt himself blush as he heard Kurt shout above everyone's talking (damn, Blaine knew Kurt was loud, but this was... well, let's just say that Blaine wouldn't mind hearing Kurt shouting his name at that volume, both of them sweaty, hands gripping desperately at each other's flesh as Blaine pushed his- no! No, Kurt was his boyfriend, not some sex toy that was available for his pleasure whenever he wanted. No, he shouldn't be thinking about Kurt like this, Kurt was a human being, for Christ's sake!).

Truths. Nick had kissed a guy. Jeff had, too. Oh, my God, they had been on the floor in the kitchen after body shots with Kurt and himself, and Jeff was... rimming Nick. No, something happened before that, something that made Blaine's stomach turn. That meant it had to be something to do with Kurt, nobody else had ever made his stomach turn like that. Kurt had... God, what had he done? It was hot, Blaine was sure of that. After biting his lip for a few moments, he got a flash of blonde and brunette. Blonde... Jeff, Sam, Brittany – yes! Brittany and Kurt... they kissed! For some strange reason, Blaine found Kurt kissing Brittany – a girl! – hot. Well, that was something new.

Body shots. Kurt licking – and, ooh, biting – all over his body and neck. Kissing Kurt, doing the same back to him.

Kurt was 'royalty', seventh in line for the crown. Kurt sucked off Blaine's crown jewels. Oh, my... eeeeee! Kurt's mouth... has been on my cock! He's sucked me off... and I think I did the same, Blaine's mind screamed. For some reason, after taking this in, Blaine felt the need to pull the sheets away and look down to see the cock that had been victim to Kurt's unbelievably talented mouth.

"Baby, what are you... ?" Kurt mumbled, putting a hand to his head. He felt a light, quite dull ache in his head and knew this was his mild after-math of the alcohol. He was grateful, however, that he was one of the people that was able to take absurd amounts of alcohol in and just sleep it off, with only a watered down hangover in comparison to that of others.

"You're awake," Blaine said, dropping the sheets and smiling at Kurt.

"Mmmm. How long have you been up?"

Blaine shrugged. "Not too sure. Long enough to get a rough idea of what went down last night."

"Remember anything you like?" Kurt asked, winking at Blaine as he tried to ignore the light blush he felt creeping up his neck and towards his cheeks. Oh, he regretted saying it like that, he knew that it would end in him feeling embarrassed and Blaine feeling uncomfortable.

Blaine leant forward and pressed his lips to Kurt's, licking along his bottom lip as he requested access. He smiled as his and Kurt's tongues met and danced with each other.

"I... love... you..." Kurt gasped after the boys pulled apart.

Blaine pulled Kurt to his chest and dropped a light kiss on his forehead, smiling as he heard his boyfriend giggle lightly.

"How's your head, baby?"

"I didn't notice it until you mentioned it," Blaine chuckled lightly. He smiled lightly as Kurt whispered an apology and kissed his neck lightly, brushing his lips over the hickeys from the night before that Blaine was still unaware of.

"Blaine, I'm sorry."

"Wh... what for?"

"Just look at your neck, baby."

Blaine got up out of bed and made his way across the room to the large decorative mirror that hung on the wall. When he saw his reflection, a small gasp left his lips. "Wow, Kurt," he whispered, grinning slightly.

From behind Blaine, Kurt said "I'm sorry, Blaine, I'm so sorry," as the light they were stood in made the hickeys that were scattered across Blaine's body more visible. He felt awful. And then he didn't feel as much so as he felt Blaine's arms wrap themselves around his waist. He practically melted in to Blaine's hold as he felt his boyfriend's breath hot on his ear.

"Don't be sorry, Kurt." Blaine kissed the spot behind his boyfriend's ear, "You made them, and that makes them special reminders. I love them, and I love you."

"Y... you do?"

Blaine barely gave Kurt's whisper a chance to make itself heard before he said "Bien sûr!"

Kurt raised an eyebrow and said "Did you just say 'bee-en sir'?" Kurt laughed at Blaine's meek 'maybe', and said "It's pronounced 'bee-a seurgh', you just get the slightest hint of the 'N', but still like it's barely there, quite soft, and there's a circumflex on the 'U', which makes you, sort of, I don't know really... it just of makes you say it kind of weird, you know?"

"It doesn't sound weird at all, it sounds sexy coming from you." Blaine smiled. "Now, back on subject, don't you think they make me look sexy?"

Kurt laughed loudly as he turned in Blaine's hold and pressed a light kiss to his lips before stepping back to fully see Blaine. Wow. Kurt would admit to anyone that those hickeys most definitely did make Blaine look hot. Kurt stepped back towards Blaine and proceeded to kiss each and every hickey he had marred Blaine's body with before making his way to his lover's lips.

"Okay, you're amazing at distractions, but this headache's a real bitch. Do you know where Rachel keeps the Tylenol?" Blaine asked once the two had parted, putting a hand to his head as he closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose slowly.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a minute, baby, you just lay down." Kurt went out of the room and in to Rachel's bathroom, ignoring her and Finn who were snuggled up together in her bed. When he returned to the room he and Blaine had stayed in, pills and water in hand, he smiled lightly as he saw Blaine curled up in the bed, hugging the pillow Kurt had used and pressing his face in to it. His legs were close to his chest, Kurt giggled lightly under his breath as he saw the resemblance Blaine had to a little puppy snuggled up by the fire on a cold winter day. Gingerly, Kurt made his way towards the bed and lay on it beside Blaine, his head resting on his hand and his other arm on his stomach. The sweet smile stayed on his lips as he watched his boyfriend sleeping like an adorable toddler. As much as he knew he shouldn't, Kurt couldn't resist. He lifted his hand and gently brushed his thumbs along Blaine's cheek, flinching as he heard Blaine moan lightly, silently begging for him to go back to sleep.

"Hey," Blaine murmured, opening his eyes after he had heard Kurt return his greeting with an added giggle.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, baby, you just looked so adorable – I couldn't resist."

Blaine chuckled and smiled at the taller bay, telling him it was fine and that he was sure he had probably had more than enough sleep that night anyway.

Kurt kissed the tip of his boyfriend's nose before saying "Do you still want the pills?"

"Please."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, you look gorgeous this morning," Kurt said to Blaine as they lay together in each other's arms.

Blaine giggled as a blush rose to his cheeks. "Thanks. You always look gorgeous."

"Oh, callate, or else I'll give you the punishment that Umbridge gave Harry." Kurt winked.

"That's Spanish, right?"

"Yes: shut up."

"No, you shut up. You're flawless, and you know it."

Kurt picked up the pillow that was on Blaine's lap and pressed it over his face, groaning in to it. When he pulled it away, he laughed as he saw that Blaine had yanked the sheets over his lap and had his hands resting on them over his crossed legs. Kurt raised an eyebrow at this fact and the fresh blush that had appeared on Blaine's cheeks.

Hanging his head slightly, Blaine hoped to God that Kurt would drop the matter and dismiss his odd actions.

"Blaine, what are you hiding?"

Oh, God, why did he have to say it like that? Why did he have to use that voice? That just made him fall apart even more than he already had, and heat up to boiling point.

"Y... you haven't, have you?" Kurt asked, knowing that him using that voice would have confirmed his suspicions. For a moment, Blaine did and said nothing. But after, he shyly nodded his head lightly in confirmation. "Well, first, take these pills, then lay down and let me do the rest."

After last night, Kurt felt a lot more confident doing these things. Images of Dave rarely sprang to mind, only images of Blaine: his smile, the looks he made before he was about to kiss Kurt, when he sang, the clothes he wore; just him in general.

"Kurt, I love you," Blaine said as Kurt straddled his lower legs and placed kisses up the sensitive inners of his thighs.

"I love you, too." And then Kurt sank down on Blaine's length, taking almost all of his boyfriend in to his mouth and pressing his tongue to the underside of his cock as he started to bob his head and hollow his cheeks. When he hummed around his boyfriend, Blaine screamed loudly and clutched at Kurt's bed-head, making him moan around him again, louder than before.

"Kurt... stop being... so – ahh! - good at this... I'm not... gonna' last."

Kurt clutched onto Blaine's hips tightly as he bobbed his head faster. With a curdling scream, Blaine came down Kurt's throat as he pulled his hair harder. God, Kurt was so sexy when he did that.

After licking his lips, Kurt looked up to Blaine with a serious look and said "Now, we're not going to make a regular habit of this, are we?"

"No," Blaine whispered meekly.

"Good, or I might have to punish you."

Blaine didn't miss the glint in Kurt's eyes then, nor did he miss the oxygen that his body didn't receive for all of four seconds. He nodded his head and then hung it in mock-shame.

"Now, come here and kiss me, lover boy," Kurt said as he lay on top of Blaine, putting his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders as he went in to kiss him.

"Now, boys, we've got a big game in three weeks; I don't wanna' hear about any of you gettin' expelled or over thinkin' and short fusin' your bodies. I don't even wanna' hear about strained muscles or torn ligaments from workin' out." Coach Beiste stopped for a breath before continuing. "From now until then, I want you all to take it easy, show up to practise every Monday and Thursday, don't pile up on junk food, stay up late playin' video games or makin' out – just take it easy."

Kurt felt several pairs of eyes on him and looked to see Finn, Puck, Mike, Sam and Artie all looking pointedly at him.

On the Sunday afternoon, Kurt and Blaine had gone down the stairs to see many people staring at them, winking, slapping them on the back, and fanning themselves with their hands dramatically. Both boys held hands as they ignored the gestures and walked to the kitchen with blushes hot on their cheeks. Of course, the awkwardness soon subsided over the afternoon as the group walked down to the basement to see Nick and Jeff in the middle of a session of rimming (their roles reversed from those of last night this time), with Jeff crying loudly "Yes, Nicky! Yes, you know just how I like it!"

And that was Santana's cue to say "Wanky," causing the two boys to stop and look at their audience.

"Okay, now go shower, my eyes are waterin' from the smell in here." Coach Beiste then left and the boys all rushed towards the showers, with Kurt, as per usual, being one of the last few in to the showers. He did try to hurry, though, trying not to be left alone with Dave. He succeeded in this as Finn was taking him home that evening, due to his dad insisting that his bike was due a service.

The drive home was spent listening to Finn go on about Rachel: how hot she was, how much he loved her, and just general things of that variation. Kurt wouldn't admit it, but for the most part, he'd been staring out of the windscreen and letting the radio blur his step-brother's voice while he nodded and mhmmed occasionally. Kurt didn't mean to be rude, it was just that he wasn't in the mood to pay attention to Finn go on about the same thing as he always did. So, Kurt sat and zoned out until he heard the clunk of Finn closing the door of his truck loudly. Kurt followed suit and put his bag over his shoulder.

After muttering greetings to his father and step-mother, Kurt traipsed up the stairs and down the hallway to his bedroom, pulling his jumper over his head as he walked through the door. He then dropped it to the floor as he threw himself on to his bed.

"Ouch."

Kurt's head shot up to see who was laying beneath him.

"Hi," Blaine waved a hand lightly before shuffling around a bit and pulling Kurt against his chest, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on Kurt's left shoulder. "How was football?" he asked after Kurt had sent him a light smile and a whispered 'hey'.

"Mmm, good, thanks." Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek and said "Why are you here? I thought you were picking me up tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I am, but I thought you might like someone to hold you while you slept."

"Thank you." Kurt's eyes became heavy as he snuggled deeper in to Blaine's embrace and felt a comforter being placed over them. "I love you," he whispered drowsily. He then felt Blaine's lips press on to his neck lightly before he fell to sleep in his boyfriend's arms.