NOW I KNOW

Main characters: Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: T
Summary: You don't always need Blackbird to let Blaine realize he's in love with Kurt… Read the many ways Blaine could've fallen in love with his best friend. #37: A slightly intoxicated Blaine does stuff with Kurt. Prompts open!
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters!

Hi guys!

Welcome to chapter 37! Kurt and Blaine have sex in this chapter, although I'm not gonna describe it. I've written smut in the past, but I'm not very good at it (in my opinion). And I want this story to stay rated T.

Some side information: Kurt never transfers back to McKinley. So, Blaine and Kurt are both in Dalton for Kurt's senior year. In the summer between s2 and s3 Kurt has become a lot more comfortable about sex. Oh, and Blaine and Kurt are obviously not boyfriends. And there's slight angst… I'm not really good at writing angst (I just want to see my boys happy), so bear with me, please.

Enjoy! Prompts are still open.

And sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue.

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It was the Warbler's annual christmas party. No one told Blaine there would be alcohol, but three hours into the party, and Blaine was screwed. It wasn't his plan, because Blaine was usually a pretty proper guy.

Kurt, who hadn't had a single drop (wise, wise, pretty Kurt) laughed at Blaine and beckoned him to come closer. Stumbling, Blaine almost fell in Kurt's arms, but could save himself by grabbing the chair next to him.

"Hi, handsome," Blaine slurred and Kurt laughed even harder, loving this side of Blaine, so carefree. He moved his curly haired best friend to the chair and pushed him into it, watching him sink into the cushion with a loud sigh of contentment.

"Hi, yourself, let's sit here for a while and talk."

"Oh, you sound serious, did I do something wrong? Do I need punishment?" Blaine swung his legs over the side of the chair, letting them hang there, watching Kurt with big, Bambi-like eyes.

"You'll be the judge whether you need punishment, Blaine. Let's talk about the way you've been making googly eyes at me ever since your third alcoholic drink."

Blaine was sure his heart was stopping. So what he thought Kurt looked extra fine today? His pants just hugged him in all the right ways and they left little to the imagination. The alcohol in his system was speaking to him…

Before he could open his mouth to say something clever back, he lost his balance and fell right off the chair, butt first to the ground.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine giggled and took the hands Kurt offered him to stand up. "Thank you…"

Kurt just couldn't stay serious with the look on Blaine's face right in front of him, so he shrugged his shoulders and held Blaine close. "Just forget I said anything, Blaine." Kurt leaned in to hug his best friend and then let him go, watching him get his next alcoholic beverage.

xXx

"Kurt… I can't…. the world's spinning."

The big, sparkly eyes were back and Kurt wasn't sure if he could handle this side of Blaine. He was just way too cute for his own good and all Kurt wanted to do was kiss that silly, drunken grin off Blaine's face.

Everyone who knew called Kurt pathetic. But to be truthful, Kurt wasn't over his crush yet. He still thought Blaine had the world in his hands and he could be a part of it, as more than friends. And to see said boy watch him with those eyes, just did things to Kurt.

In the summer in between his junior and senior year Kurt had in fact studied the pamphlets he got from his father. And even though he was waiting for the right person to share that kind of intimacy with, Kurt had started touching himself and found out he liked it.

He needed it more and more these days, because Blaine was just so damn frustrating. He would suck on the end of his pen in class whenever he was having a hard time or he would make these hip thrusts in the air at Warbler practice. Kurt was slightly embarrased to jerk off at the thought of his best friend, but it was better than no release at all.

"Come on, Blaine." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, steadying Blaine's body. "I'll walk you to your dorm room."

Blaine hummed softly, placing his head on Kurt's shoulder and held on tightly, not wanting to knock something over in these clean hallways of Dalton Academy.

"Thank you for being the bestest friend in the whole wide world, Kurt." Blaine suddenly stopped walking and suddenly gazed in Kurt's eyes with this real intense look in his eyes. The way Blaine's eyelashes were curled lightly and the way Blaine's lips sparkled a soft red (probably of all the weird alcoholic drinks Blaine had, but Kurt tried not to think about that), Kurt couldn't help but press his lips on Blaine's, tasting the alcohol, but also something that was just Blaine.

Before Blaine could deepen the kiss however, Kurt jumped back, mortified at what he had done. After the whole Karofsky fiasco, Kurt couldn't believe he had done the same thing to Blaine, and while he was under the influence of alcohol!

Kurt wanted to walk away, but Blaine grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, placing his lips back on Kurt's, directly finding an opening and running his tongue through the inside of Kurt's mouth. Kurt was on cloud nine and no one was going to knock him off.

They reached Blaine's dorm room and found it empty, his roommate probably already home for the holidays and Kurt pushed Blaine on the bed, landing on top of his crush for over a year, finally doing something about it.

"Uh… Kurt," Blaine moaned, when Kurt found a delicious spot on his neck and started sucking. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

And Kurt's eyes sparkled. If Blaine could ask him this question, he was not fully drunk, which meant Kurt didn't feel like taking advantage. Kurt only nodded and went on in his hunt to feel Blaine even better than he already felt.

xXx

The next morning Blaine woke up with a slight headache. Opening his eyes slowly, blinking against the harsh light that came through the window. Huh, he probably forgot to close the curtains last night. Then, he felt a hot pressure against him that he wasn't used to and he looked next to him.

There was Kurt, sleeping peacefully, with his hair all messed up and… only in his boxers.

Blaine couldn't help but gasp surprisingly, making the bed move, which caused Kurt to wake up. Kurt was blinking at the light aswell, but when he seemed fully awake, he saw Blaine, in just boxers aswell, he smiled contentedly and snuggled closer to Blaine.

"Hey, sweetheart," Kurt purred and Blaine widened his eyes, because… wow. Where did that come from?

Kurt saw his hesitation and scrambled off the bed, grabbing his clothes off the floor and moving to the door, before Blaine could wrap his head around the situation. A door closing sounded through the room and Blaine was alone with his thoughts.

His head hurt, that was one thing that was certain.

But why was Kurt in his bed?

Blaine moved to the edge of his bed, placing his feet on the ground, trying to remember something of the evening before. He knew it was the annual Warbler christmas party and there was alcohol.

He had done stuff with Kurt, how else would he explain them almost naked next to each other in Blaine's bed?

Blaine groaned. This was not how he wanted it to go. Kurt was probably so extremely sad about the fact Blaine couldn't remember their intercourse.

Grabbing some painkillers from his bed stand, he moved himself to the bathroom to make himself presentable. He needed to get things right with Kurt. Blaine didn't like times when he and Kurt didn't speak. It didn't feel right.

After a shower of 5 minutes, Blaine felt much better, his hair free from the hair gel from last night, his curls showing.

He knew Kurt loved his curls, so he decided to leave his curls out for his best friend. Maybe he could get forgiven easier this way.

Oh, who was he fooling? Kurt was devastated, Blaine was sure of that. It was Kurt's first time doing… stuff and he shared it with a drunken person. That was not how Blaine had wished Kurt shared intimacy. And it was with him.

Suddenly, something flashed through Blaine's mind. It was of him and Kurt kissing. A shudder ran through Blaine's spine and he felt himself getting shaky on his feet. Sitting down on his bed, Blaine's head was suddenly heavy with all thoughts of last night.

Removing clothes. Tongues running over necks. A moan. A gasp. Bright, glasz eyes staring back. Soft murmurs. An 'are-you-sure?'. Heat. A release. Slow kisses. Happiness. Love.

Blaine opened his eyes wide and flew out of his dorm room, on his way to Kurt's. Knocking on his door, he nervously moved his hands through his hair, trying to flatten it a bit. Suddenly it felt silly to leave the curls for Kurt.

Kurt opened the door and tried to close it immediately again, but Blaine put his foot through.

"No, Kurt. You're not gonna shut me out."

Kurt sighed deveated, opening the door more to invite Blaine in. His roommate was out too, really only the Warblers were the only ones left in the Dalton building. Blaine did a happy dance internally and sat down on Kurt's bed, the only place he could sit.

"Listen, Kurt. I was drunk last night…"

"And you're not into me like that, I get it." Kurt's face fell and turned away from his best friend, trying not to show his tears.

"Please, let me finish, Kurt. I was drunk, yes, and when I first woke up today, I was confused, but then all the thoughts came back. I'm sorry if I took advantage of you in any way because I was drunk. But it felt good to me. I am into you."

Kurt opened his eyes wide and then a bright smile appeared on his face, moving closer to Blaine. Blaine's eyes fluttered close and waited for the kiss.

It left him breathless.

I love this concept, because Blaine isn't perfect always. We're all human. Although I think there's nothing wrong with showing your affections by having sex.

Hope you enjoyed! Until next time.

- Myrne.