Blaine opens one eye. It's a bad idea, so he closes it again.

And then he opens both eyes wide as panic and a sense of déjà-vu hit him.

Not again. No. No no no no no.

But there's no denying that he's naked, and when he tries to move, he notices a leg is draped over his, and when he tries to move the – Kurt's – leg, it's kind of sticking to him.

Yuck.

He pushes at the leg until it moves, though it pulls the hair on his legs and hurts. It seems to hurt Kurt too, for he grunts and then moves, throwing an arm over Blaine's chest.

So he's still asleep.

Blaine knows he has to think about what they've done—again -, and he will, probably too much, but for now, going back to sleep sounds like a wonderful idea. His head hurts, he's nauseous, and he just doesn't feel up to analyzing the feelings he has about once again not remembering sex with Kurt. He's tired, and he wants to sleep. So he does.

When he wakes again, he feels...at least ready to rise and walk to where the smell of coffee comes from. He is alone in bed (someone had to make the coffee, after all), and he slowly, gingerly sits up. His head feels close to exploding, every movement hurts, and with gratitude he sees the glass of water and the painkillers on the nightstand.

After swallowing the pills, he goes to take a shower. He feels better after; for one thing, not being sticky anymore helps considerably. He dressed in his oldest, most comfortable clothes. For once, he pays ne heed to his appearance as he usually tries to do; Kurt always looks impeccable, so he himself dresses with care so as not to feel sloppy. But he has no energy for that today.

As it turns out, Kurt doesn't, either. Like Blaine he has foregone style for comfort, and he looks slightly green around the mouth and has rings under his eyes. He's sitting on the couch, legs drawn up, cup of coffee in hand, and gestures wearily in the direction of the coffee machine when Blaine enters.

When Blaine joins him on the couch, Kurt opens his eyes.

"We need to stop doing this," he says.

"Getting drunk or having sex?" Blaine asks. He sighs contentedly when he tastes the first sip of coffee. He kind of waits for nausea to hit him, but it doesn't, so he tentatively takes another sip.

Kurt groans and leans back, nearly spilling his coffee. "Even the worst sex could never make me feel like this."

Blaine nods, wincing as his headache sets in again, and closes his eyes.

"Although," Kurt says, "we probably should stop having sex too. I mean, if you don't want to when you're sober, we shouldn't when we're drunk."

"My body seems to be of a different opinion, at least when I'm drunk," Blaine says. Or not only when he's drunk. He remembers a very embarrassing dream a few nights ago, from which he woke up hard and sweaty, and the protagonist in his dream has most definitely been Kurt.

And it's not even only his body anymore. Kurt is very attractive, even now, in his unkempt, slightly nauseous state, and Blaine's found himself daydreaming more than once how it would be to explore the attraction between them. If Kurt would still be willing. He's stopped teasing, as he had promised, but maybe that's just because he's not interested anymore. Blaine knows he's not the type to keep anyone's interest for a longer time...

"Can I ask...," Kurt says, hesitation evident in his voice, "can I ask if there's a special reason you don't want to have sex? I mean, not that you need one...but sometimes, I think you are...attracted to me, but then..."

"I am," Blaine says, quickly. "I am attracted to you. You know I'm your biggest fan." His laugh doesn't sound as easy as he's wanted it to.

It's Kurt's insecurity that makes him answer so quickly. Kurt has asked the same question before, much more bluntly, but now...it's like he's not sure if he wants to know the answer.

Blaine sits back and closes his hands around his coffee so he has something to occupy his hands while he talks. Though it's maybe a bad time. His head hurts abominably in spite of the pills. What he wants, really, is silence.

But he knows he won't talk at all if he doesn't do it now, and he doesn't want Kurt to get the impression that Blaine might not want him. Because nothing could be further from the truth.

"It's...I like sex, I do, just...," he says, then starts again and takes the time to make sense of the words in his head first.

"It's two things, mostly. You know that I've only ever been with Sebastian."

Kurt nods.

"And you also know that Sebastian is...not always the nicest person?"

Kurt snorts, but then says, "Sorry," and nods again.

"So, we were so young when we got together, and we were together for such a long time, and I always saw as as...a unit. Belonging together. I expected us to grow old together."

He notes with surprise that it doesn't hurt...or not so much as he has expected.

"I honestly didn't even look at other people. And I knew he didn't...feel that connection as much as I did, or at least didn't see it as a reason not to hook up, but that didn't mean I would do the same. And whenever he broke up with me...even then, I didn't...because in my head, if I just stayed...faithful to him, it would mean it wasn't really over, you see?"

He takes a sip of his coffee and thinks. This was then. Now it's...something else, and he doesn't like to say it at all.

But he does.

"And now...you heard what he said about me...what if it's true? What if he's cheated all this time because I'm boring and just bad in bed?"

Kurt looks like he wants to kill someone. "If I," he says, "were not so terribly hungover, I'd take you to bed right now to show you that that's absolutely not true. I mean, I don't actually know what we did, because unfortunately I can't remember, but we did it five times that first night. Nobody has sex that often in one night if it's bad, or even just mediocre."

Blaine has to laugh. "True," he says. "Probably."

"You know I'm right," Kurt says. "Tell me...how did you like sex with Sebastian?"

Blaine shrugs. "It was good. I mean, I got off, usually."

"Usually?" Kurt throws his hands up in exasperation. "Look, one night stands are easy. You don't know anything about your partner, so you just focus on getting yourself off, and hope that it works out for the other one as well. And if it doesn't—well, it was just one night, no harm done, right? Being with someone for a long time takes work—which is one of the reasons why I'm single. So, if Sebastian thought you had bad sex, it was probably just him not knowing how or being too lazy to put in the work it takes to keep sex with the same person for ten years interesting."

"But that goes for me, too," Blaine says.

"Maybe. But he's had a lot more...inspiration."

Blaine somehow can't believe he laughs at this, but he does. The thought that Sebastian should have used his numerous hookups as inspiration to spice up their sex life has just never occurred to him, and it's just so absurd he has to laugh.

"Look," Kurt says. "You know I have no idea what I'm talking about. I just have a very satisfying agreement with one or two colleagues, who are sadly bereaved now that I'm sort of monogamous and, sadly, celibate."

"Well," Blaine says. "If you're willing to overlook the fact that I'm apparently very inexperienced and might be boring...I mean..."

Damn. He had hoped to get that offer over with without stumbling over his words. An offer he can't really believe he's about to make.

"I mean," he repeats, "if you're still interested, maybe you won't have to be celibate much longer."

Kurt looks at him with a smile that is, Blaine hopes, less surprised than impressed. "I am interested," he says. Then he presses a hand against his temple and winces. "As long as you don't expect anything today."

"Oh my god, no," Blaine says, groans and closes his eyes. "Don't take it personally, but just the idea of so much exertion makes me queasy."

Kurt chuckles and shakes his head. "We could, however, go back to bed for a couple of hours of sleep?" he suggests.

They do.

When nothing happens over the next few days, Blaine starts to wonder what he did wrong. Yes, they are busy with work, and though they had promised they would respect their newly-weds' desire for privacy, their friends hardly give them a moment alone. But he would have thought...had he been...not passionate enough? Should he have...fallen into Kurt's arms at the earliest opportunity? Should he not have talked about it at all, just let actions speak? He had hardly gotten the words out. Actually doing something would have been...really too much to expect. Is still too much to expect. Of course, Kurt doesn't know that. Maybe he waits for him to take the first step? Because he hesitated for so long? Should he maybe just greet him with a kiss one day and see what happens? But that seems like a very couple-y thing to do, and they're not a couple.

Well. It's not like he's...constantly horny or anything. He doesn't need...it's just, he wakes up again at night hard and aching from dreams of Kurt, and looks at his sleeping form beside him and wishes he had the courage to wake him. Or he hears him sing in the shower in the morning and wishes he had the courage to join him. In more than the song. He totally does that.

But there are other things to think about, and he just wishes he wasn't so distracted half the time, because the prospects are...exciting. Kurt is going to direct a play, he's not sure yet if musical or straight play, but maybe Artie will be able to come down and film it and make it into an ad for them to show on local TV. It's been some time since they had press, they can use it and the money that usually comes with it, not to mention that the kids are really excited about it.

With all that going around in his head, it's really no wonder he misses other parts of his life that might need some thinking about. Until his mother stands in his office.