AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello my lovely readers. I don't normally put notes like this on my work, but I felt it was important for me to apologize for the long wait between chapters this time around. I have had an awfully difficult summer, which included losing my grandmother to cancer and working a full time job while my mother took care of her in her final months. It has taken me a while to find the mental strength to get back to my writing, but I'm finally there. I hope you all will be able to stick by me and this story.

Also, I feel that I should note that my method of writing is a little different than most. In a sense, this story is complete. However, when I write my pieces, I start with the skin and bones, then add the meat as I go along and get feedback. Therefore, while I have the basics of the story done, it could take me a while to be completely satisfied with a chapter before I post it. I want to put the best possible product out there, and the time I take to do so may vary.

So thank you for your patience, and I hope to get on more of a regular schedule with this story soon. Thank you all for reading. 3

Blaine groaned as he rolled over in his bed, and stretched, sleepiness still stuck in muscles. His vision was a bit blurred, and he rubbed his eyes, realizing he still had his contacts in from the night before. That wasn't all though. He was still in his dress pants and white shirt – though the latter had been unbuttoned and his bowtie was nowhere to be found. The man sat up and rubbed his eyes, his gaze scanning the room and becoming slightly more confused. Sleepily, Blaine turned his head to check on his daughter, who was supposed to be in the hotel bed beside him, but the distinct lack of little girl in the room woke up almost instantly.

"Makenzie!?" Blaine called out loud, bolting out of bed, throwing the comforter on the floor next to him. "Coop? Kenz?" Blaine called out again, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Oh my god…. Quiet down," a voice came from behind the door, though it was not Blaine's brother nor daughter. The door swung open, and a disheveled Kurt Hummel stepped out from the painfully yellow bathroom. His hair was sticking out in what had to be a million different directions, and his usually glowing skin was ashen and dry. His eyes were only half open, and his posture hunched over.

It was then that the rest of the wedding night started to come back to Blaine, and the hangover hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I shit you not! I haven't had thisss much fun in..in…in… well 5 years I guess!" Blaine slured with a laugh, reaching over to grab the next round of shots that the bartender had just produced. The party was winding down. Not many people still remained in the hall. Blaine was sweaty and tired, and dizzy from all the dancing and all the alcohol.

"Oh come onnnn!" Kurt argued, "You have to have had… ss…some sort of fun ss...ss…sometimes" Blaine rolled his eyes dramatically. "When's the last time you danced with a man half as good lookin' as me?" Kurt stepped closer to Blaine, gyrating his hips so he was almost touching Blaine's. Blaine lightly shoved Kurt off of him, causing the taller man to stumble, but laugh at their antics.

"Uhm… when did we break up?" Blaine answered, handing Kurt his shot, spilling some of the liquid out of the glass. He licked the liquid off his fingers once the glass was out of his hand, ignoring the sticky sensation left over, not realizing how sexual the action could have been.

"Oh you flatter me, Mr. Anderson," Kurt said in a low, sultry voice.

"I'm not kidding!" Blaine argued, ignoring the allure in Kurt's response. It was all alcohol induced jokes, after all. "The lassst… four guys I dated, I couldn't get past date two because of Kenz."

"That sucks," Kurt said, brow furrowing. "I mean… that's a shitty reason to not give someone a chance."

"You're saying that you'd stick with a guy with a five year old daughter?" Blaine asked, skeptically. Kurt paused long enough to make Blaine laugh. "That's what I thought. Well… bottoms up." Blaine downed the shot, sighing as the alcohol left a slight burning in his throat. "Shit."

"Yeah…. I mean it though… it's a shitty reason. But I guess I'm a shitty person, you know? Because I started to fight with Jamie because he wanted kids. But he doesn't already have them so I guess..."

"Kurt… Kurt…Kurt" Blaine interrupted, waving his hand in front of the other man's face as if to magically stop him from talking.

"What, Blaine?"

"There's four of you." The men burst out laughing, and ordered another round. And then another. And another. And it was only one or two shots later that the line's that defined Blaine's reality all but disappeared.

The last thing he remembered was Kurt saying, "Just come back to my room!"

"Shit," Blaine said, hands flying to his head, fingers tangling into his completely out of control curls. "What the fuck did I do? Mackenzie…"

"Is fine," Kurt said, wish a hushed tone, hand gestures urging Blaine to use the same. "You couldn't remember your room number last night. I took your phone and texted Cooper and let you crash in Rachel's bed. I sent her to bunk with Mercedes. I probably misspelled half of the words in the text, but he messaged back earlier this morning. He's got it under control."

"Oh…" Blaine, said, relief washing over his body. "Wait… how'd you get into my phone?"

"You still have the same passcode from high school, Blaine," Kurt said exasperatedly.

"Right…" Blaine rubbed his temples and walked back over to the bed he'd slept in. He let himself fall back onto the mattress, knowing he should leave and go to his daughter, but a wave of nausea kept him back. He placed his hand on his chest, fingers falling on bare skin, sticky from sweat. Another rush of adrenaline had Blaine bolting up again, starting "Wait…. we didn't…"

"No!" Kurt snapped, rolling his eyes as he too stepped into the main part of the hotel room. "God Blaine, I'm an engaged man."

"Right! I know! I just… sorry." Blaine said, eyes closing, head throbbing just from the sconces on the wall. Blaine should have known. He was still clothed, so clearly nothing had happened.

"No… it's fine. I'm just a little snappy when I'm hungover," Kurt said with a dry laugh, falling back on his bed the same way Blaine had.

Blaine laughed too, staring at himself in the mirror which was hung on the wall opposite of the beds. He patted down his hair and started buttoning his shirt back up. "God I haven't blacked out like that since…" Blaine stopped, not really wanting to finish that statement in Kurt's company. Sure, they had a fun night, but that by no means meant Blaine could dump his life story on his ex.

"Since when?" Kurt asked, as if he thought Blaine had finished, but Kurt didn't hear.

"College," Blaine decided, which wasn't a lie. He sighed, and stood up, pushing down the nausea that accompanied the change in altitude. "I should go get Kenzie," Blaine said, searching the room for his jacket. Kurt sat up, and pointed at the chair in the corner of the room, a couple of suit jackets draped over it, along with Blaine's purple bow tie. Blaine walked over, and collected his belongings, realizing his wallet and watch were on the nearby desk as well.

"Hey Blaine…" Kurt started. Blaine turned his head as he slid on the watch, seeing Kurt looking toward him, eyes finally looking more awake. "Thank you for last night... you were right… I did just need to let loose and have a good time."

"Worth the hangover?" Blaine asked with a small chuckle, but glad to see Kurt was laughing as well.

"Yeah… yeah definitely worth the hangover."

"Good," Blaine said as he tucked his wallet into his back right pocket. "Sometimes you gotta just do something for you, instead of harping on the bad things," Blaine said simply.

"Yeah…" Kurt said trailing off. Blaine turned toward the man, now that his jacket was draped over his arm, and his bowtie was safe in the inside pocket of his coat. He just kind of stared for a moment… not entirely sure what to say. Goodbye didn't seem to suffice, but a hug felt too far. Too soon.

"Well…" Blaine started, rocking back on his heels slightly. "I really should get going."

"Right, right." Kurt said as he stood, arms folding across his chest slightly. "We should uh… we should get together sometime soon…. As friends. Like friends do. For… coffee or something. Before I have to go back to New York."

Blaine's lips curled into a smile, entertained by hungover Kurt's inability to form perfect sentences. "That sounds nice, Kurt. I'd love to catch up and actually be able to remember it," Blaine said.

"Yeah," Kurt agreed with a laugh. They stared at each other a second longer. "Oh… here…" Kurt started, as if an idea just occurred to him. He grabbed a pad of paper and pen that was stamped with the hotels logo from the desk and handed it to Blaine. "Give me your number. I'll put it in my phone… once I find it."

Blaine chuckled, and took the pen, carefully scribbling his digits to be sure Kurt could tell the difference between a poorly drawn 5 and 6. Handing the paper back to Kurt, Blaine said his goodbyes again. "It was really great seeing you Kurt," he said honestly.

"You too," Kurt agreed, taking the paper, and holding onto tight. Following Blaine to the door. "So… uh… I'll see you soon I guess," Kurt said as Blaine stepped into the hall.

"Yeah, definitely," Blaine agreed, turning quickly to face Kurt again. "Safe travels home."

"You too."

Blaine walked down the hallway to the elevator, realizing he'd only been two floors below where he was meant to end up last night. He wasn't looking forward to facing Cooper who was bound to make the most inappropriate assumptions. He was, however, looking forward to hugging his daughter and taking an Aspirin.