Kurt wasn't sure what to do. It seemed that Blaine had used his app while he was at the bar, and marked that he'd completed a workout. Maybe he had done the workout earlier and just hadn't gotten around to recording it in the app or maybe he'd hit the "complete" button by mistake when he'd meant to put off the workout until after he got home, but that seemed pretty unlikely. The app was supposed to be a way for Blaine to communicate with Kurt that he'd met the obligation himself; he'd specifically said he wanted it to help keep him accountable. And if he was recording his workout untruthfully, well… dishonesty was a way bigger deal than a missed workout in Kurt's book. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation, but he'd made a commitment to keep on him about working out so they definitely should talk. He couldn't really address it right now one way or another—Blaine was miles away with Sam. He could text him about it, but if Blaine was with Sam he didn't want to risk Sam seeing some reference to their arrangement. So Kurt just texted Blaine, Hear you're out bar-hopping with Sam. Be safe. XO, resigned that they'd have to find time to talk about it tomorrow between classes or something.

Kurt sighed. He felt a little conflicted about taking Blaine to task for blowing off a workout when he'd implied he'd be in solidarity trying to do the workouts too. He rubbed his forehead, tired. Crunches were the last thing he wanted to do right now, but Blaine'd be right to call him a hypocrite if he wasn't even doing the workouts himself, at least a few times a week anyway. It was sort of embarrassing, really, because it was just a 10 minute thing—there ought to be 10 minutes in a day to be able to do just about anything, but somehow it had been hard to fit in with school and work this week. He should have tried to start doing them in the morning when he was fresh, at night he just wanted to collapse. He trudged over to the closet, digging out his yoga mat. Might as well get this over with.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked, curious.

"Can't stand the thought of being called out for not keeping up with the ab workouts," Kurt admitted.

Rachel wrinkled her nose. "That sounds awful."

"It's just 10 minutes. I can do anything for 10 minutes. You two are welcome to join, of course—"

"No, thank you!" Mercedes said curtly, copying down a recipe as she spoke.

"Yeah you're on your own there," agreed Rachel. "Mercedes is making mandarin orange cake for dessert on Monday!"

"Ugh, don't tell me that, I'm losing calories here!"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "You don't need to lose any calories, you're ridiculous."

"Nothing wrong with being healthy. Besides, it's for Blaine." Kurt countered, heading into his bedroom to do his workout and leave the girls to their girls' night.

Across town Blaine got himself talked into a second beer. After finishing that one his head was woozy. God when was the last time I drank more than a glass of wine? Sam barely even looked buzzed; Blaine found it sort of embarrassing how much of a lightweight he could be when it came to alcohol. I really shouldn't be pushing it when I have class in the morning, but…screw it. He was having fun for what felt like the first time in a long time, and thinking about it too much was just going to bring him down, he reasoned.

Blaine was certainly cursing his choices the next morning though. He didn't actually remember coming home, but Sam must have gotten him there one way or another. He didn't throw up or anything, but his head was pounding and he had the restless feeling of not having gotten real sleep the night before. Whining as he stretched and turned off the alarm, he thought about how nice it would be to just claim he was sick and blow off class. But he remembered with chagrin that Kurt had texted him last night. Rachel must have told him he'd gone to the bar, and Kurt would know if he was "sick" today it was likely he was just hungover. He'd put me over his knee so fast if I tried that… Blaine grimaced and forced himself out of bed.

He was still grumpy an hour later, but the morning coffee on his subway ride to class helped a little. But Kurt knew him so well he probably shouldn't have been surprised to be greeted with concern.

"You okay?"

"Just have a headache… hope I'm not coming down with something" he muttered into his coffee, sitting down and busying himself with taking out his notes on the Enlightenment from class last week.

"How late did Sam keep you out last night?" Kurt pressed.

Blaine shrugged. "N-not that late. I'm fine." Blaine sat up straighter, trying to look like he had it more together than he did.

Kurt studied him for a moment, but was interrupted by the professor handing out packets of worksheets and announcing that everyone needed to get into groups. It was an unwritten rule between them now that if there was a chance to work apart in their shared classes they'd take it, trying to give each other space even if they were in class together. Kurt sighed, making a mental note to dig deeper later. "I'm going to join the other group," he whispered, "let's talk at lunch."