All he felt was pain and nausea went he woke up the next morning.

"Ughh..." he groaned, trying to move to his side. But he couldn't, because an arm was draped across his chest.

He froze, shutting his eyes tightly.

'Oh god oh god oh god, what did I do?'

Slowly, he opened his eyes and let them drift down, seeing his bare chest. Upon which a golden head of hair was currently laying.

A very familiar head of hair. Attatched to a very familiar body.

A body in the shape of Kurt.

'OH MY GOD.'

Kurt must have felt his panic, as he slowly began to groan and move, waking up to the same hangover Dave was suffering from.

He felt his small hands stretch and tighten into fists a few times, and a deep breath. Then he felt the boy stiffen, probably with the same thoughts he himself had.

Slowly, Kurt's head lifted, bringing his eyes to Dave's. Both boys stared, red spreading across their faces and horror in their eyes.

Suddently they sprang from each other, with Dave tumbling off the side of the bed.

"WHAT THE HELL!" he heard Kurt screech, the sound ringing in his mind.

"Shhh! My head!"

"I don't give a damn about your head! What the hell happened!" Kurt was panicking, and Dave realized he had to be the calm one here.

"Obviously, we drank too much."

"Well duh! But... no amount of alcohol could have... could have made us do THAT. We're.. oh my god, Karofsky. We're naked!" he whispered the last word. Dave sighed.

"Yeah, looks like it."

"But..."

"Listen, why don't we just... walk away from this? You're obviously disgusted, let's just never mention it." Dave sighed, heart saddened at the thought.

'Of course. I finally get to be with him, and not only can I not remember it, but he's horrified. Perfect.'

"No. No, this happened. I'm not... I'm not okay with it, but I'm not disgusted. Maybe at my lack of control, but..."

Dave looked at him, confused.

"You don't have to be nice to me. I get it."

"David."

"No, it's... it's fine, just-"

"DAVID."

Dave looked up, trying to hide the tears in his eyes. Kurt looked at him sadly, and crawled back towards where he sat on the edge of the bed.

"What?"

"I'm horrified that I... I... well, lost whatever I lost last night in the way I did. But, not... I'm not horrified at that fact that it was with you."

Dave stared. Kurt sighed.

"Remember that talk we started last night?"

"Yeah, it's one of the last things I remember."

"I was going to tell you... things. I... my feelings. Ugh. Why is this so hard." Kurt dramatically sighed and crawled back up the bed, leaning against the headboard. Dave hesitantly sat back and did the same, staring over at the smaller boy.

"Feelings?" he asked, watching as Kurt's cheeks flushed even more.

Dave's heart skipped a beat.

'No way...'

"Dave, I... screw it."

Kurt moved faster than he could see, and suddenly his lips were against his, body warmth seeping into his own.