TMWYK

A/N: Hi. I had a vote on twitter and this story won, so here's the update. Enjoy it if you want Brian Colfer to catch the laser.


Chapter 11

"Are we going upstairs to talk?"

Blaine smiled at the question before emptying the contents of his cup. With a hard swallow at the strong tasting liquid, he gestured over to the bar with a small smile. "I'm going to get something else to drink and then when we can… maybe get to know each other better."

The brunette licked his lips as he watched Blaine walk off and the high school senior didn't miss the hungry look in his eyes at all. He smiled as he faced forward and walked towards the bar. Nick and his baseball friends were over there with their drinks, a few girls dancing around them, and Nick glanced back when he saw his friend approaching.

"Jeff texted me saying you found a hottie. Where is he?"

Blaine smirked and poured himself… something. It was liquor and that was all he knew. Nick monitored him though, stopping the boy's generous hand from pouring anymore and adding some of it back into the bottle. Blaine glared at him, but Nick only continued his ministrations, adding some Coke into Blaine's cup. "So. Where is he?"

Blaine turned back and smiled at the teen leaning against the wall. The boy did this thing where he'd smile with his eyes and his lips, and it was kind of hot. "Him… in the painted on jeans."

Nick looked back and saw one of the college kids biting his lip as he looked between the two of them. With a quick sweep of his body he nodded in approval. "Damn. He is hot, B."

Blaine accepted the cup from his friend and leant against the bar. "I know." He took a sip and stared back at the boy's hips.

"What's his name?"

Blaine winced at the taste of his drink. It went down hard as he gulped, swallowing quite a bit of it. "We haven't gotten that far, honestly. We're going to go upstairs to … talk you know?" he wore that smug face he always wore when he was lying to his friends about all the play he'd gotten—the sex and the numbers and the guys in the car and the guys in the pool, all nonexistent but not to his friends' knowledge. But tonight, it could be the truth. He might actually be telling the truth for once. "I should probably get back over to him. He looks lonely, Nick."

The teen ran a hand through his hair but it was styled so perfectly it fell right back into place. He smiled when he saw Blaine about to approach again. A few tats were visible from where one of Blaine's sleeves was heightened a bit and that was a definite turn on.

Before Blaine could get too far, he was grabbed by his best friend. Nick gave him a wary look and sighed a bit, placing his own beer bottle down. "Be careful. You've been all weird lately and I don't want you to do anything crazy."

Blaine raised a curious eyebrow in response. "I think I got this. Thanks, though."

First Cooper, now Nick. Let's not forget about Kurt. How could I forget about Kurt? Blaine shook his head as he took another long drink. He could definitely handle himself without the three of them telling him how to conduct himself. And he could handle this guy too.

"I'm all ready, gorgeous," Blaine whispered hotly in his ear. He felt like a complete noob and a definite lame, but he hoped his acting wasn't as bad as it felt. The boy pushed him back teasingly, wearing a bit of a flirty grin, and then grabbed a few beers from a cooler near Justin's staircase before heading up to the second level. Blaine stumbled back a moment before regaining his footing. He smiled, swallowing the rest of the drink and tossing the cup on the floor somewhere.

Once upstairs, Blaine had to knock on a few doors to find where his… friend… went. One room was occupied by a girl and Justin, as expected. It was his party and he more than likely intended to get lucky. Blaine went down to the end of the hall to where the door was cracked open, and the kid he'd been flirting with all night was lounged back in a comfy chair in the corner of the room.

"You found me."

Blaine smiled as he entered the room, nodding his head softly. "I did." He closed the door behind him, and then raised the sleeve of his sweater away from the bandaging on his hand. "What's your name?"

The kid's eyes roamed up and down Blaine's body rather suggestively. He stopped at Blaine's chest for a moment before looking back to his eyes. "Brandon."

Blaine almost snorted but held his lip between his teeth. "Brandon? Really?"

The teen nodded, smiling at the tattooed boy's strange reaction to hearing his name. "Yes, Brandon. What about you?"

Blaine stepped closer before taking a seat on the bed. He figured this was Justin's parent's room. "My name is Blaine. You didn't know that?"

Brandon's brown eyes did that smirk again and Blaine found himself liking it. "I've seen you around. Heard a lot about you. One of my friend's is crazy about you, actually. He'd probably die if you had me before you had him. Not that I care." Brandon tossed Blaine a beer and the slightly drunken teen caught it successfully. "Not that I'm assuming you want me…"

Blaine smiled as he opened the bottle. He smiled, but inside he felt a little nervous. This guy clearly knew about his reputation and probably expected them to engage in a lot more that Blaine had ever engaged in. Not that he was opposed to the idea. Well he was a little, because this guy wasn't the man he was in love with.

All in all, the man he was in love with wasn't interested. The man he was in love with told him to move on pretty much. Tonight could be the night he took that advice. "Would we be up here if I didn't want you?"

Brandon smiled in return, lifting his gaze to Blaine's flirty one. "You have a point."

They both took drinks from their beers. Brandon sat his bottle down on the floor beside him and leant back in the seat, watching a suddenly nervous Blaine down his way too quickly.

"Slow down, sexy." Brandon told him with a laugh. "You're going to get wasted. Did you eat something?"

Blaine tossed his empty bottle aside; no care for Justin's parent's lightly colored carpet at all. "I had something a few hours ago. Before I went to my boyfriend's place." Blaine pulled his phone out and turned it back on. In case Kurt wanted to call him. He did say they'd stay friends, didn't he? Maybe he'd call and check up on him.

"Your boyfriend?" Brandon asked with a smile. "Um…"

Blaine shook his head after hearing the words. "Did I say boyfriend? N-No, I meant my ex. Sorry." he rambled on for a while, blushing a bit and laughing nervously. Brandon watched him with a smile before it became a hearty chuckle.

"I don't know if I should believe you, Blaine." he said.

Blaine smiled and shrugged, deciding to be honest for once. "Still wish we were together which is probably why I said that."

"Ah," the taller teen stood up, slowly walking over to Blaine, "so am I the rebound guy?"

Blaine laughed a bit as his face heated up. It was getting really hot. And the room had a bit of a tilt to it. "You might be if I can be honest. But he thinks that I should probably get a rebound guy because it might help. You know, might help me move on." Blaine sighed and looked up at Brandon. "Because we have to."

Brandon took a seat next to him and rubbed gingerly over Blaine's thigh. "What's his name?"

"Kurt." Blaine said with a sigh. "He's my soul mate but things just won't work."

Brandon frowned a bit. "Sorry to hear that, beautiful."

Blaine shrugged. "Not everyone is so lucky, right?" he looked down at Brandon's hand on his thigh. "I'm just one of those not lucky guys."

Brandon moved closer and cupped Blaine's chin with his left hand. "Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. You're what, 18? Love will find you again. Maybe you and this Kurt guy will get back together. There's time, right?"

Blaine licked his lips as he stared into Brandon's eyes. "Maybe there is. Maybe there's not."

Brandon smiled a bit and kissed him on the lips. Blaine sat there and accepted it. It was much different than his first kiss with Kurt. Or any kiss he ever shared with Kurt, really, being that the only person he ever kissed was Kurt. Before Brandon, of course. When the elder pulled back, he returned his hands to himself. "I don't have a problem being a rebound if you don't have a problem having one."

Blaine looked at him as he considered it. This guy was hot. He had on an OSU bracelet which meant he was a student there; maybe a freshman or sophomore. He smiled when Blaine's eyes began to observe him and moved in a bit closer. "You look like you want to see more."

Blaine gulped. The liquor was probably starting to settle in. He heard Brandon's words echo before he nodded his head yes.

Brandon smiled, kissing Blaine again and standing up. Blaine's eyes followed him the entire time. He glanced up while the OSU student pulled off his shirt, leaving nothing but a smooth, pale body before him. His body was nice at that; muscles and a nipple piercing, a tattoo around his navel. Blaine stared for longer than someone who was supposed to be a sex expert should've. He stared like a virgin with limited experience, drunk and in a bedroom alone at a party with a hot guy stared like.

"Should I undress more?"

Blaine quickly nodded.

Brandon moved closer so that he was standing against the bed, directly in front of Blaine and between the boy's parted legs. Blaine stared at his belt buckle which was directly at his eye level.

"Can you help?"

Blaine bit his lip and nodded. Slowly, he moved his hand to Brandon's belt, but he couldn't undo the buckle with his shaky hands because his buzz finally started to set in. The task proved to be challenging and Brandon laughed, slapping his hands away and helping himself.

"You're drunk, Blaine."

Blaine smiled a bit before laughing. "I can do it if you let me…"

Brandon pulled the belt through his loops and tossed it across the room. He then sat on Blaine's lap and wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders, careful not to hurt his bandaged hand. "It's fine, gorgeous. I got it. Kiss me?"

Blaine licked his lips after realizing this guy was sitting right on his cock. He took a deep breath and nervously moved his hands to Brandon's hips, resting them there before kissing him tentatively. Brandon breathed into it, cupping Blaine's face and controlling everything. He controlled the tempo and the depth of which they kissed. He controlled how Blaine positioned his head and even tried to run his fingers through his hair so that he'd go crazy. But he didn't get much.

Blaine felt wrong. The kiss was terrible. Having a guy this hot on his lap no matter how much it should get Blaine off didn't do the trick. His hands in his hair… all wrong. Blaine felt himself getting upset. It was wrong. It wasn't what he wanted.

He tried to push away thoughts of Kurt but he couldn't. Honestly, Blaine wanted Kurt on him like this. He wanted Kurt to play in his hair like before and kiss him in places only his lips had been. Nobody knew Blaine like Kurt did, he was sure of it, and he wanted that.

This was wrong.

Brandon didn't feel like forcing the kiss any longer and pulled away with a knowing look. He stared at Blaine who seemed to be apologetic and trailed his fingers along the tatted teen's chest. "What's wrong?"

Blaine dropped his hands off of Brandon's sides. "Everything. I don't feel right."

Brandon nodded. "I figured as much. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Blaine nodded. "Can you um… can you take mee to Kurt-t?"

His words were beginning to slur and Brandon rolled his eyes at the lightweight. "I don't know where Kurt is sweetie? I'm guessing he's not here since you're with me and all…"

Blaine shook his head no then sighed. His agitation was written on his face as his hazel eyes grew a bit thinner. "He's not here. He's somewhere doing adult things… I just love Kurt so much. He kisses so much better than you and fuck, he sucks dick like a champion."

Brandon appeared to be offended at first, but Blaine wasn't paying attention so he missed it. Blaine also had no filter at this point in time, clearly under the influence. He didn't want to hold the boy accountable.

Brandon sighed and pushed Blaine on his back, standing up and looking for his shirt. Blaine just lay there after plopping against the mattress, staring at the ceiling as the other boy rustled around the room, mumbling something about stupid high school students.

"I think I'm drunk right now, Brandon."

Brandon nodded as he picked up his belt. "I think so too, Blaine. Give me a minute; I'll go find your friend to take you home."

"No. My brother will—he will laugh at me for getting drunked and... I'll hit him." Blaine stopped to try and gather his thoughts. It was a little hard to think right now. "Take me to Kurt please?"

Brandon stopped at the door and turned around. "I don't know where Kurt is. Does your friend know?"

Blaine laughed. "Nicky doesn't know about me and Kurt. He wouldn't believe it anyway."

Brandon shook his head in approach, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. "Why would he not believe it?"

Blaine tried to sit up but it didn't work. He rolled over to watch Brandon who sat on the bed beside him. "Kurt is too good for me. He's beautiful and sexy and an older g-guy. He's going to New York soon. Leaving me here in this dump of a town."

Brandon brushed a few curls away from Blaine's face. "Ah. I see. Older guy infatuation."

"It was more, it was more, much more than that." he finally stumbled out. Blaine felt proud, but Brandon tried to hide back a laugh. It made Blaine a little angry but Brandon simply patted his back. "He's my world. He's who I want to be with."

Brandon nodded his head. "I know that feeling. I went through the same thing."

Blaine looked at him. "You did?"

Brandon smiled as he explained his own story. "His name was Kenneth. Older guy too. Tattoo artist near the university."

Blaine smiled as he looked at Brandon. "Kenneth? You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Brandon ignored the drunken boy and sighed, recounting the memories. "I have a thing for the bad boys, if you can't tell." Blaine giggled, "He was the total package. I loved everything about him. Laugh, eyes, voice, the way he'd touch me."

"Did he give you that tattoo?" Blaine asked.

Brandon looked down at his navel and nodded, lowering his shirt down afterwards. "He did. That's how I met him. We hit it off right away. But I was just a kid who got his virginity taken and he was an adult with goals and bigger dreams than Ohio and… a fiancé."

Blaine frowned. "No happy ending?"

Brandon shook his head no. "Not for me. Maybe for him."

Blaine reached out and took his hand. "I'm sorry. You seem nice."

Brandon laughed a little and patted Blaine's hand. "I guess. I've put love on the back burner for now." A phone started ringing and Brandon glanced down at Blaine's cell. "That's you."

Blaine tried to sit up and eventually thanked Brandon for helping him. "Oh, it's my brother."

"Get it. Maybe he'll come get you."

Blaine sighed. Cooper would totally laugh at him for getting drunk after the whole 'be careful' warning. "Helloo Coops."

There was already a chuckle on the other end. "How much did you drink Squirt?"

Blaine giggled and Brandon rolled his eyes, standing up and stretching. "I had some drinks. Brandon said you have to come get me."

Cooper hummed into the phone, knowing that was coming at some point this night. "Is Brandon the one that broke your heart?"

Blaine shook his head no. He noticed another beer across the room and stood up, trailing over to it.

"Blaine?"

It was then the teen realized he hadn't actually answered. "Oh. No. Brandon is a guy I wanted to have like… sex with." He picked up a bottle of beer and held it to his lips, taking a long gulp. Brandon glanced over to him after paying attention to his own text messages and rushed over, grabbing it away. Blaine only stuck his tongue out in an immature fashion. "Maybe not all the way sex. But something."

Cooper said okay. "I don't know why I asked this honestly."

"But Kurt. He's the one," Blaine continued. "I want to have all the way sex with him. All the time. Every day—"

"Do you know where you are, Blaine? Where's Justin's place?"

Blaine thought about the answer, crashing down onto the chair Brandon occupied before. "Um, 87 Springfield. Yeah."

Cooper sounded busy in the background. "Thanks. I'll be there in 15 minutes with Lily. Don't do anything else stupid."

"Love you Coopie," Blaine kissed the phone and ended the call. Brandon only stared at him.

"I really thought you were sexy before tonight."

Blaine frowned and Brandon smiled a bit.

"Now I think you're adorable. I hope Kurt gets his head out of his ass."

"And gets into my ass," Blaine laughed as he said it. "His cock is… woo. You know?"

Brandon smiled, nodding his head. "I know. Let's get you downstairs."

….

It was really hard to walk.

Like really, really hard to walk.

If a cop showed up, Blaine knew they'd suspect something.

He was holding onto people's fences as he walked. Well, stumbled. Jeff and Nick were both calling his phone, and Cooper would be too when he showed up at Justin's and noticed he wasn't there, but he didn't want to go home. He wanted to be with Kurt.

Blaine swayed from side to side as he waited for traffic to cease. It was a struggle to stand still. The whole neighborhood had a lean to it and this must've meant he was drunker than he could fathom.

The light turned red and he sighed, taking a wary step forward. He stumbled a bit and cursed, trying to gain his footing and get across the street. A girl walking by stared at him and he waved her off.

Two honks sounded from behind him when Blaine finally made his way up the block. He was so close to Kurt's apartment buildings and he hoped it wasn't the cops. Tonight was not the night to get in trouble. Today was crazy enough without the added drama.

"Damn," a familiar voice laughed and the sound of the car door slamming followed. "B, what the fuck are you doing?"

Blaine leant onto a storefront window as he turned to face Zane, taking a breath and trying to relax. There were two Zane's and Blaine knew that he didn't have a twin. Did he?

Another car horn sounded and Zane turned back to them, motioning for them to go around him. He smiled at Blaine before approaching the teen on the sidewalk. "You're plastered, kid. Where are you trying to get exactly? You live opposite here…"

Blaine struggled to stand up straight. "I'm going to my see… see my friend."

Zane shook his head at the terrible drunken English, but nodded once he realized who must've lived around these parts. It definitely wasn't Nick or Jeff. It had to be the ballsy teacher. "I see. What happened to your hand?"

Blaine was happy that for the first time all night he didn't feel any pain. "I hit something today but I'm fine. I am."

Zane smiled. "You're drunk and you'll probably get hit by a car before you get where you're going kid. Come with me."

Blaine shook his head no. "I'm fine… I can walk just from here."

They stopped when his phone started to ring and Zane looked at him expectantly. "That's for you, B."

"I'm not answering it."

Zane looked into the store behind Blaine and saw a couple police officers glaring at the both of them. One was paying for his coffee and the other was just watching. "Let me give you a ride to wherever you're going. K?"

Blaine shook his head no but Zane grabbed him around the shoulders and dragged him away. They both stumbled to the car and Zane quickly shoved Blaine into the passenger side. "You must remember how much I hate being told no, don't you kid?"

Blaine winced after falling on his arm, but once he noticed the cops approaching behind Zane he quickly situated himself and allowed the older man to close the door.

"Everything alright out here, buddy?"

Blaine sighed once his phone stopped ringing, watching the scene outside.

"Everything is fine, gentlemen." Zane smiled and put his hood back up. "I'm actually just taking my knuckleheaded little cousin home." he lied well and gestured into the car, "he had a little bit too much fun at his friend's party and my sister and aunt were going crazy looking for him."

The officers nodded, scanning Zane's face for honesty. The 21 year old simply nodded his head and backed off, sliding around the side of the car. "Thanks for the concern."

He got inside and locked the doors, urging Blaine to sit up straight so that he could buckle his seatbelt. "You're so lucky I give a flying fuck about you kid."

Blaine closed his eyes and ignored him. Soon, the car was pulling off.

"Where does this guy live anyway?"

Blaine took a deep breath and tried to formulate a response. "Spinner Street and Archer."

"What building?" Zane questioned. He watched as Blaine's face scrunched up in thought.

"Three, I think."

They drove in that direction, at least Blaine hoped they did. He could barely keep his eyes open. Zane was driving much too fast at this point in time and it was a wonder Blaine didn't puke all over his dashboard. But if that would've happened, he knew he'd get his ass kicked and that wasn't an option right now.

"What's up with you and this guy? He cares way too much about you. And I know you can be a dunce but fucking your teacher? That's a little out there."

Blaine quickly shook his head no. The last thing he needed was yet another person aware of what was going on. "Nothing-g like that, no."

"Sure," Zane pulled up in front of the building and rolled his eyes. "Like I didn't know he was in love with you when he asked me to leave you alone."

The door closed and Blaine opened his eyes, realizing Zane had gotten out of the car. A second later the passenger side door opened and his seatbelt was undone, followed by him being dragged out into the chilly air.

Blaine stumbled onto the sidewalk and held onto a bus stop sign for dear life. Zane looked up at the fancy apartment buildings and grabbed Blaine by the arm. "I hope you know this shit is like… he could get locked up for this. And why don't you answer your phone, B? It's getting annoying."

Blaine wobbled beside Zane as he tried to gather himself. "It's just my friends and I don't want to bothered."

"You don't want to be bothered," Zane corrected. He scratched at his baby face as they entered the lobby, walking in after someone so they wouldn't have to be buzzed in. "What's his floor? I should've taken you home…"

Blaine jerked out of Zane's grasp and stumbled back, and the elder shook his head, not even bothering to steady him. "The elevator opened and he walked in, waiting for Blaine. The person they were with watched them with disdain.

"Hurry up."

After a few huffs, Blaine entered the elevator and threw himself against the wall, closing his eyes immediately. Zane shook his head for a second and couldn't help but feel like some of whatever Blaine was dealing with was his own fault for making him grow up a little too quickly.

"Floor number, Blaine?"

Blaine looked at the buttons and as good as he could manage, pressed floor number 4. Zane let out an annoyed breath as the doors closed.

The elevator ride was awkwardly quiet. The guy beside them sort of hummed along to the music playing until Zane glared at him and he stopped.

Once on the fourth floor, Blaine pushed himself up and out, leading the way to Kurt's apartment. Zane followed behind him and when Blaine knocked on a door and a kid answered, he looked confused.

"Is this Kurt's place?" Zane asked politely.

The little girl shook her head no.

Blaine looked down the hall as Zane nodded. "Do me a favor and don't open the door for strangers, ok sweetheart?"

She nodded as Zane smiled sweetly, grabbing Blaine and helping him down the hall.

"You need to not drink ever again, B. Which apartment and are you sure this time?"

Blaine stopped at 405 now instead of 402. He nodded that he was sure and knocked a couple times.

It was quiet at first before Kurt's voice rang from the other side. "Coming!"

Zane watched knowingly as Blaine seemed to relax at the voice. "Ok." he whispered.

And if that wasn't any indication, he didn't know what was.

"Who is it?"

"It's your student. Open up teach."

The door opened slowly and Kurt peeked out; the chain still on the lock. He looked at Blaine who smiled, obviously drunk at this point, and then to Zane who stood there annoyed.

"I parked in a no parking zone so can we speed this up teach?"

The door closed and was opened up a second after. He was dressed for bed already; white t-shirt and navy lounge pants. He closed the book he was holding and frowned at the scene.

"What happened?"

Blaine knew that look.

Disappointment.

"I found him stumbling in the street, trying to find his way here." Zane patted Blaine on the back, "If you're wondering if he and I are still… business partners," he smirked as Kurt watched him, "the answer is no."

Blaine could tell Kurt was trying to figure out if that was true. "I drunk at the party a lot," Blaine admitted.

Kurt watched him lean against the door frame like he'd fall if he didn't and sighed. "Why didn't you go home, Blaine?"

"I wonder the same thing," Zane winked and slapped the kid on the head teasingly before turning away. Blaine hissed and watched him go. "Goodnight. I have money to make."

Kurt simply stared at Blaine in his doorway. He heard the teen's phone begin to ring and sighed, dragging him into the apartment. "Honestly, Blaine?" he closed the door behind them and watched his student fight his way out of sneakers. With a smile, he folded his arms. "Blaine. Don't get comfortable. I'm calling someone to come and get you."

"No." Blaine wandered into the home and collapsed on the couch. The TV was on some musical and he closed his eyes. "Staying here."

Kurt moved the sneakers out of his path before following him. "You do remember the shit load of trouble we could be in, right? I don't think you spending the night with me, drunk at that, is the best idea."

Blaine felt Kurt lift his legs and settle down on the couch, resting them on his lap. He opened his eyes and stared at him. "I want to stay with you."

Kurt stared at him for a while before smiling. "I'd hate for you to get in trouble for drinking like this but we're going to have to call Cooper."

Blaine smirked. "Mm… Cooper is going to know about us. You can't tell him or he's going to know."

Kurt realized that this drunk boy with the smug face had an excellent point. Shit.

"Coming here and telling your old buddy wasn't the best idea."

Blaine shook his head. "I met a guy."

There was no response at first and Kurt felt his heart drop a little. "You did?"

Blaine licked his lips—the taste of coke and the alcohol was still there. "His name was Brandon, believe it or not, and I wanted him."

Kurt nodded. That was a good thing right? So why did he feel like shit?

"Did you—Did you and he do anything?"

Blaine shook his head no, fixing his head on the pillow. "I wanted to, because you keep telling me I needed to. He wasn't good enough, though, Kurt." Blaine licked his dry lips again and opened his eyes, peeking at his teacher as he spoke. "Nobody is good enough to replace you."

Kurt looked away from Blaine and to the TV. He was trying to get back in the spirit for NY by watching musicals. He and Rachel had a long talk and though something in the back of his head was saying no, he was more than excited to be in the big city again. But then he'd see Blaine and be reminded about what was in Ohio.

"Brandon made me wait for Cooper but he walked away after Nick came over. And Nick got distracted by Jeff, and I knew I could come to you. I just wanted to see and come you I guess."

Kurt smiled. "Come and see me, you mean?"

Blaine nodded. "I want to stay here."

They looked at one another and Kurt patted his legs a couple times. "I'll get you something to sleep in. You can have a shower in the morning when you can think straight. You will sleep on the couch. Is that clear?"

Blaine smiled at everything he heard and nodded. "Ok."

Kurt nodded and slipped from underneath him, standing and going to his bedroom. He shook his head after once again failing to say no to Blaine. This was different though. Having someone come and pick Blaine up would be just as bad as dropping him off at Cooper's. Just as bad and just as suspicious.

It wasn't as if he could just turn him away, anyway. He knew as long as Blaine needed someone, he'd be there. No matter how much they fought and argued, he really did care for him. Somewhere in the back of his mind the word love lingered around and though Blaine had said it a few times that day, he didn't know whether or not they were there yet. Something told him he was just a fling that Blaine would get past once he was in college, surrounded by tons of hot guys.

Then again, part of him knew that wasn't the case either.

He found a pair of sweats that'd do and a shirt that should fit. He stopped in the kitchen on the way back for some water, glancing into the living room and smirking at Blaine's conversation.

"I'm ok, Cooper. I'm – yes. We're not back together yet. Well… at all… can you stop talking so much?"

Kurt entered the room and set the glass down. He tossed the clothes onto Blaine as his student tried to sit up.

"First thing in the morning. I promise. Yeah," Blaine smiled at Kurt who was smirking at him and said goodbye. "Ok Coop. Later."

When he hung up the phone after a few tries, Kurt shook his head and took it from him. "I'll let it charge for a bit. Drink something and get changed. And sleep, okay?"

Blaine nodded, going to lift his shirt up and over his head but wincing at his arm pain. "Damn it."

Kurt watched and Blaine shook his head, giving up. He smiled and stood up, gesturing for him to do the same.

"Let me help you. Drunk and in pain doesn't go well together."

Blaine laughed a little and stepped closer to Kurt, looking down at his teacher's hand touching the hem of his shirt. They stayed there for a while before Kurt gulped, slowly moving it up and over his body.

Kurt felt Blaine's breath against his ear and had to close his eyes for a moment. They both looked at one another before Kurt looked down at his movements; a trail of hair disappearing into Blaine's jeans shown because of how far he'd lifted the shirt. His abdomen muscles were rising and falling with each breath and Kurt licked his lips.

"Lift your arms."

Blaine stared at Kurt a few more seconds before doing as told. He held his hands above his head and looked at Kurt expectantly, not missing the darkening in his teacher's eyes at all.

Kurt sighed as he tried to regain his normalcy. Blood was rushing straight to his groin and that was the last thing he needed right now. He shuffled the sweater all the way up and carefully over Blaine's arms, sneaking a quick peek at Blaine's exposed chest while he had the chance.

"There you go," Kurt folded the sweater neatly out of habit and placed it down on the coffee table. "You're good."

Blaine nodded, not moving his eyes away from Kurt's. His hand fell to his belt buckle as he tried to work it open with that one hand. "Thank you, Mr. H."

Kurt nodded hard in response. His eyes glanced down at Blaine's work and saw that he had got it open, realizing that now it was time for him to go to bed.

"Erm, you're welcome. I'm going to get in the bed. C-Call me if you need me."

Blaine unzipped his jeans and nodded. "I will."

Kurt looked down one more time before practically fleeing out of the room. He realized he left his book out there somewhere but didn't dare go back out there, acknowledging that he'd end up bending his 18 year old student over the table and that was the last thing they needed right now.

Instead, he put Blaine's phone on his charger and got into the bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide, awake eyes.

The television in the living room turned off a minute later and he heard Blaine plop down on the couch. He wondered if he had gotten dressed at all or just lied down in his boxers.

That's a visual I do not need, Kurt the man told himself. Go to sleep, Kurt.

Telling himself didn't help, but he was at ease once he heard Blaine's soft snores filling the apartment about ten minutes later. Kurt shook his head with a smile and rolled over. This week would be hell trying to convince Sebastian of what they were intending to, but he did know that he had one hell of a partner to deal with it all through.

….

The next morning, Blaine had awoken to the smell of bacon and syrup, and to the feeling of an incredibly intense headache. And he had to pee badly. And his arm was throbbing.

What the hell did I do last night? he winced, bringing his left arm to himself. "Fuck."

"Good morning over there."

Blaine's eyes snapped open and he realized where he was. A slow smile crossed over his face, despite the pain he was in, and he struggled to sit up on the couch.

His back hurt too. Great.

"I'm making breakfast. You can get in the shower, eat, and then get back to your brother's place."

Blaine grabbed his head and turned to Kurt. The apartment was much too bright for his liking.

The clock read 9:17 and he knew that he'd never be up at this time on a Saturday, and it was probably against the law for hung over people to wake up at this time. "Why are you even up?"

"Because you have to get going… you promised your brother you'd be home first thing in the morning during your drunken stupor last night."

Blaine sighed and stood up. "Fuck. Everything hurts."

Kurt smiled. "Yes. That's how it goes, honey."

Blaine scratched the stubble forming on his jaw before entering the kitchen—nothing on his body but a pair of low sweat pants. Kurt noticed that morning when he had gotten up and couldn't believe he was blushing at the sight. Now that he had warning though, he was much better composed.

"Can I take something? Shit… I feel like I'm about to fall."

Kurt smiled as he scrambled the eggs. "How about you go in the bathroom and before you take your shower, you look in the medicine cabinet and get something? I think your toothbrush is still in there too. I haven't touched it."

Blaine smiled a little at that. "I kept yours at my place too."

Kurt glanced back and nodded. "You do know we're not doing this though, right?"

Blaine laughed, wincing at the pain in his head and back. "I know. I'll go shower."

"You do that." Kurt said with a smirk, watching him turn and go, getting a towel from the linen closet on his way.

Blaine didn't take long to get cleaned. The hot water, along with the meds he took with some bottled water helped him to feel better. Instead of feeling like death he felt like coma. His mind was a little clear now as he brushed his teeth, humming something from Imagine Dragons and preparing to deal with his older brother when he got over to his place. At least Lily would be there to make him feel better.

To be honest, Blaine couldn't stop thinking about Kurt's date with Mr. Smythe that night. The idea that something could go wrong and the fear that things could right was what threatened to make his mind race. It was a bit much.

And Cooper would be upset when he found out that Blaine was more than likely suspended for hitting that wall in Smythe's office and he'd probably have to have a guardian/teacher conference where Coop would make him apologize for what he did. It was something he didn't want to imagine.

Blaine just really hated that dickwad Smythe.

He entered the outer rooms with his towel around his waist; a drop of water still running down his chest and his hair a wet, curly mess. Kurt looked up from his breakfast and swallowed hard at the sight of the tattooed teen approaching him.

"Can you wrap up my arm again? And I know you're getting tired of me but I don't think I can get dressed all that great."

Kurt stared at him blankly and Blaine licked his lips.

"I… I'll try to get into my jeans and stuff, but the shirt…. Unless you give me a tank top or something…"

Kurt put his fork down and nodded. His eyes kept trailing down to the 'V' at Blaine's waist before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. "Alright. You can get dressed in my room. Pick out something you think'll fit."

Blaine nodded with a small smile. "Ok. Um, you can wrap up my arm after then. I'll be right back."

Kurt nodded. "Ok, Blaine."

His student disappeared behind the door and closed it softly. It wasn't until it was fully closed that Kurt cursed the universe, swinging at the air and hating that Blaine wasn't his to ravish as soon as he stepped out the bathroom. How was any of this fair? And what did he do to deserve a completely gorgeous young man that thought the world of him but he couldn't have?

And fuck, was he hard.

His heart stopped though a few minutes later when there was a knock on the door. He raised an eyebrow wondering who it could be at this time of the morning and thought that maybe it was his neighbor Julia returning his tape measurer. She was moving some furniture in and had borrowed it.

After announcing he was coming, he removed the lock from the door and swung it open, his smile falling when he noticed just who it was.

"Hey kiddo!" Burt smiled widely when he saw his son. "I brought some of Carole's brownies. Let your old man in!"