Blaine woke up the next morning in his own bed. He didn't have too many memories from after he left the kitchen, but if Kurt's naked body stretched next to him was any indication, they had a great end to the party. He snuck out of bed and threw on clothes, allowing Kurt to continue sleeping in undisturbed.

He padded down the hallway and peeked in a few of the rooms to see his friends sprawled throughout. Some on beds, some passed out on the floor with pillows and blankets carelessly tossed over them. He smiled and took a quick picture of Sam who was laying on the floor at the end of the bed Mercedes and Tina were sleeping on cuddled up against Mike who was lying beside him. They both had lipstick smeared on their mouths and other attempts at makeup spread on their faces.

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He cackled to himself as he softly stepped down the stairs headed for the kitchen. Shushed voices in the corner caught his attention and he turned toward the elevator. Against the wall, exactly where they had been last night, Jeff and Louis were sitting on the floor with their legs tangled talking to each other.

Jeff made to stand up and remove himself from Louis, but Blaine waved his hands and shook his head.

"No, sorry. Continue. I was just going to grab a glass of water."

"I'm sure you're dehydrated." Louis mumbled, sharing a knowing look with Jeff.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine feigned innocence.

"Dude, we could hear you guys getting it on the entire night." Jeff chuckled.

"Did you even sleep?" Louis tagged on, calculating the last time they heard the noises.

"Did you?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at where their legs were intertwined.

They both nervously looked at each other, not wanting to admit that they had spent the whole night talking. Neither of them had even had a drink since before the dance off. They just started talking and never stopped. Blaine smiled after a moment, knowing how nights with interesting people could be like that.

"My house. My freedom to make loud sex noises. Deal with it." He turned on his heel and headed through the archway to the kitchen, smacking the frame as he passed through.

He went online and ordered a delivery of a bunch of breakfast food. When he got his first place in New York, then it was just a smallish apartment on the Upper East Side, they had handed him a packet of ads for nearby food and shopping. Among them was a delivery service that specialized in large breakfasts. As an 18-year-old he couldn't possibly understand what one would use that for. After a few celebrity parties, he finally realized.

After placing an order, he filled two cups and took them upstairs.

"As you were gentlemen." He said seriously then cracked up on his way up the stairs.

"Tell Kurt we said hi and that if he lets you go any deeper next time we really think he'll be able to hit that high F."

Blaine scoffed and looked over his shoulder, "Oh he can hit a high F."

"Woo" Louis fanned his hands toward Blaine. "El esta caliente."

"Ooo I like the way you say that." Jeff turned to Louis, "Say it again." And after that Blaine was completely forgotten.

Louis leaned closer to Jeff and whispered. "Estas mas caliente." Making sure to let each word fall off his tongue with a hot puff of air. Blaine tried not to laugh. It was lucky Jeff didn't know too much Spanish or he might have fainted by now.

He tiptoed back into his room, he first set the cups down on the table then slipped out of the clothes he had tossed on.

Kurt woke to a warm mouth encircling his cock.

"Which stripper did I wake up with?" Kurt smiled with his eyes closed.

"Hey now. That's no way to treat your fiancé after he apparently gave you a wonderful night that he can't remember much of." Blaine had pulled Kurt's dick out of his mouth and opted for stroking it instead.

"From what I remember it was spectacular."

"I'm glad."

"Wait when you say apparently—"

"I brought you water and I ordered breakfast, should be here in about an hour." Blaine pointed to the cup then opened his mouth and distracted Kurt the best way he knew how.

"Blaine, if you keep doing that I'm going to wake people up." As if to prove a point he followed it with a loud moan. The low rumble of Blaine's laugh vibrated through every part of Kurt, making him bite his lip and grip the sheets.

Blaine's head was bobbing rapidly, his hand squeezed tight around the shaft. Kurt's lips were swollen already from chewing on it to prevent himself from making any noise.

Blaine sucked particularly hard on the head eliciting a yelled, "Oh my God," out of Kurt. Blaine laughed as he sat up a bit.

"Shh. Kurt you have to be quiet."

Kurt nodded down at him and opted for a different route, biting down on his arm. Blaine plunged Kurt's dick back into his mouth, nearly hitting the back of his throat. He did this more than once and Kurt bit as hard as could on his arm before giving in and trying to quietly whisper obscenities.

Blaine chuckled around Kurt's dick at the shushed string of obscenities coming from Kurt's lips.

"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit." Kurt's hands were gnarled in the sheets, his toes rubbing back and forth through Blaine's leg hair.

Blaine sped up, freeing one of his hands and sliding it up the sheets to twist into Kurt's fingers. Kurt's knuckles squeezed around Blaine's and his legs started to shake. Blaine sucked his cheeks in tighter, flicking his tongue around the tip of Kurt's cock.

Kurt slapped his other hand over his mouth in preparation and Blaine's lips turned up at the sides. He dove deeper, letting Kurt's head tickle the back of his throat. He pushed back the bile threating him to gag and pulled back so he was back at the tip just in time for Kurt to release.

"Holy fuck Blaine!" Kurt yelled. His hand doing absolutely nothing to muffle the outburst. Blaine wiped his lips on the back of his hand proudly as he sat up.

"I told them."

Angry footsteps shook the hall outside their door. "For the love of all that is holy. Can ya'll stop having sex for like one hour so the rest of us can sleep off the hangover?" Mercedes was grumpy, and Blaine was glad he ordered food for everyone. He could only guess how hangry everyone would be after being kept up all night by the sounds of their friends doing the dirty over and over again. It made him happy that there was one group of people he could be his whole self with without having to worry how the media would twist it.

"You would be the same way Mercedes if you had this!" Kurt yelled toward the door, sliding his leg up Blaine's and pulling him down from his knees so their stomachs were pressed together.

"This? Are you objectifying me?" Blaine pretended to be insulted. It kind of turned him on when Kurt called him a piece of ass or something. It gave him an anonymity that he didn't really have and he knew it was messed up but he didn't really have a say in what made his cock throb.

"No." Kurt kissed the tip of his nose softly. "I mean this." He pecked Blaine's cheeks and ran a hand slowly up his bare back.

"You guys are about to fuck again aren't you?" Santana was now also on the other side of the door. They seemed to have drawn quite a crowd outside the bedroom.

"We better get going before there is a riot."

"Mmm. Let them riot." Kurt mumbled pressing their foreheads together.

"There is also about to be eggs and bacon."

"Okay you win."

Blaine rolled off the bed and helped pull Kurt up. They shuffled around grabbing whatever clothes were closest. Kurt laughed when he looked down at his own shirt. The t-shirt Blaine had put on after the show. It hung loose over Kurt's slight frame. Blaine looked down in confusion at his own shirt which was clinging around his shoulders rather tightly.

"You look good in my clothes."

"Oh that's why." Blaine chuckled, ready to peel the Henley shirt off.

Kurt stepped forward quickly pushing Blaine's hands down. "No leave it."

Blaine looked down again. His shoulders were stretching the top he could tell, and it pulled the hem up, showing off a nice patch of his happy trail. "Really?" He raised a concerned eyebrow at Kurt, who was devouring him with his eyes.

"It's so tight." Kurt overemphasized the "t". Blaine choked on an inhale of air.

"We really need to go."

"Why?"

"Because you are eye fucking me already and if we don't leave this room, I will have no choice but to let you have your way with me."

"Who said leaving this room will prevent that?"

There was deep laughter from outside the door. Kurt and Blaine could hear arms being swatted and people being shushed.

"Well I suppose it doesn't matter where we go since we seem to have an audience either way." Blaine raised his voice and Kurt cackled at the sound of many feet hurriedly shuffling away.

"Gosh you really need to hire security."

"I'm pretty sure my security was the one that was laughing." Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt as he helped him out of the too tight shirt. Kurt kept Blaine's shirt on, because it was comfortable and also because there was no better statement to make after a party than wearing the shirt someone else was sporting the night before.

They walked downstairs hand in hand. Their friends were crowded around the bottom of the steps. Everyone was clapping and hooting as they walked down. Sam and Jeff were on their knees repeatedly bowing down to the men. Kurt and Blaine waved like royalty as they made their way down. Blaine at one point removed his hand from Kurt's so he could clasp both of his together and shake them beside him like a champion athlete.

They all laughed and once the cheering ceased Mercedes glared at them.

"But seriously ya'll have a problem. Ain't nobody got any sleep last night because of you two." They laughed again and the men just shrugged their shoulders. Like Blaine had said earlier his house, his freedom to make loud sex noises.