A/n: I'm really sorry I didn't update on time, I've got exams coming up in 2 weeks and I stress and get freaked out really easily. I'm hoping to update by Sunday again but if I can't I'm extremely sorry. Thank you for reviews and hits so far :D

Blaine awoke the next morning to something kicking him in the shin. Blaine frowned and tightened his arms around the body lying next to him. An arm collided with Blaine's face and stomach, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him breathless. Blaine slowly creaked open his eyes to find Kurt restless, flinging his arms about and panicking in his sleep.

"Shhh Kurt, everything's okay." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, trying to soothe him.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, feeling around the bed. Blaine grabbed his hands and started stroking his knuckles.

"Yeah it's me." Blaine breathed, taking in the sight of Kurt. His flushed face and his hair sticking up wildly. Sure he and Kurt had had sleepovers before, but they were just friends. Now that he had recognized his feelings, it felt more special waking up to Kurt, not that he hadn't enjoyed it before. "Bad dream?" Blaine asked stroking back Kurt's hair.

"I just feel really sick…" Kurt commented before dashing into the bathroom.

Blaine cringed at the sound but forced himself to walk to the bathroom to check if Kurt was okay.

"Eugh I don't even remember anything!" Kurt whined as he rested his head on the toilet base. "I bet I said some pretty crazy shit last night." Kurt laughed. "Um, Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine replied from where he was standing in the doorway, resting his head on the side.

"Why did we wake up together? Did we sleep together? Oh my god did we have…" Kurt trailed off, arching his eyebrows.

"No no no no." Blaine quickly rushed.

"Good, cause that would have been awkward."

"So don't you remember anything from last night? Not one little thing?" Blaine asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well…." Kurt started rubbing his head. "No, not really."

"Oh right." Blaine tried not to sound upset. It's fine that Kurt didn't remember anything Blaine thought. Blaine kept going over what Kurt said in his head, about saying crazy shit. He probably didn't even mean what he said, didn't even mean to say I love you. Blaine stalked off and made himself busy making the bed and cleaning up a bit, just to give himself some time to think the previous night over.

"Oh god." Kurt whispered, coming out from the bathroom holding his head. "I remember Sam, and a song, and flirting…"

"Yeah there was a bloody well lot of that." Blaine snapped from across the room.

"Hey now there's no need for that mister grumpy!" Kurt quickly said back, feeling annoyance at Blaine's sudden mood change.

"Oh whatever."

"What is wrong with you? One moment you're fine and all caring, and now you're in a bad mood. What the hell happened?" Kurt screeched, letting his anger show.

"Why don't you tell me when you remember something other than your bloody duet with Sam!" Blaine screamed back at him.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is right now Blaine. So just tell me or this is going to be much bigger than it should be."

"Oh so I'm making a big deal out of this, for trying to get you to remember something that happened last night, which obviously meant nothing to you, seeing as you only remember Sam. Sam, Sam, Sam Sam, Sam!" Blaine brutally hissed.

"You know what, just get out of my sight!" Kurt shouted quietly, tears building their way up to the surface. "And call me when you get yourself sorted."

"Get myself sorted, oh yeah of course, coming from you who I had to take care of all night!" Blaine shouted, throwing the pillows back onto the bed. Well last night was nice while it lasted.

"I can't take this anymore, get out! Go home do whatever. I don't care."

"Yeah you obviously don't care. I've learned that now." Blaine replied, visibly hurt.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Blaine didn't bother answering Kurt as he stormed out of the room and past the crowd of the New Directions who had formed at the door, watching them closely.

Santana quickly leaped from her place on the ground and ran after Blaine who was now sitting in his car, with his shoulders hunched over and his face in his palms. Santana pulled herself into the passenger's seat and took his face from his hands, and rested his head against her neck.

"Blaine, calm down, don't worry I'm here."

"I love him Santana, and this is what he does! He can't remember anything. He only remembers Sam. Doesn't that say something?" Blaine clutched onto Santana's jacket, crying furiously. Santana could feel the trail of warm tears flowing down her neck.

"Honey, of course he will remember. It's just not fresh in his mind, he will come around I promise." Santana cooed into Blaine's ear. After a couple of minutes, Blaine's cries soon turned into little sobs and hiccups, signalling that he had calmed down.

"I just, want to go back to last night. He seemed so sure when he told me he loved me. And I was so sure too, but now it's like he doesn't even give a damn!" Blaine hammered his fist on to the steering wheel, causing Santana to jump.

"Okay listen Blaine. You've become a good friend to me in the past 24 hours, and I don't really make friends easily so count yourself lucky…" Blaine smiled and was going to interrupt when Santana held up her finger and carried on, "I want to continue seeing you around, so calm the heck down and just go talk to him! If you care that much about him."

"I don't want to talk to him right now." Blaine whispered, but he smiled at Santana.

"Look Anderson, I'm gonna get back in there. So you either come with me, or you go and I'll just tell everyone that you were really upset and wanted to go home. If they want anything else, I'll tell them to buzz off, okay?"

Blaine leapt over the middle and pulled Santana into a bone crushing hug. "I'm gonna go home and sleep it off. I'll call or text you later okay?" Blaine suggested, pulling away.

"Yeah that might be best. I'll talk to you later." Santana smiled and kissed him on the cheek, climbing out of the car and passing her number through the window.

"Hey Santana?" Blaine asked before he pulled off.

"Yeah?"

Thank you, for everything." Blaine looked at her through his lashes, his head facing towards the ground.

"You're welcome." Santana smiled gracefully and walked back inside the house with one last wave.

Santana found that everyone had started to clean up, and had probably left Kurt on his own. She marched into the guest room to find Kurt cuddled up to Finn's side, looking extremely pale. Finn glanced at Santana, obviously conflicted by what was going and looking to get answers. Santana shrugged and sat down next to Kurt on the bed.

"Don't worry frankenteen, I'll take it from here." Santana said moving Kurt into a sitting position so that Finn could get up. Finn sighed but trudged out of the room, taking one more look back at his brother before leaving.

"Okay Hummel, I know you're awake, Finn's gone and everyone else is occupied, so stop fake sleeping and talk to me." Santana said, poking Kurt's arm. Kurt sighed and opened one eye up to observe the empty room.

"I don't know what his problem is or why he has to upset me, and just go into one, I thought he was my friend. He obviously doesn't like me so that whole plan was just down right stupid! And what has Sam got to do with anything, so I sang something with him, me and Blaine done that at Christmas! It's what friends do. I'm so mad at him right now but I just want to go hug him cause he looked so hurt but…eugh, I don't know what to do!" Kurt went full into one, nearly shouting the quiet room down.

Santana just sat and nodded, fiddling with her phone whilst filling in the tiny gaps with "hmm" and "uh huh."

"So you're just going to sit there and take his side?" Kurt wailed.

Santana scowled at him and pointed her phone in his face. A photo flashed up on the screen and Kurt gasped.