DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days!

Confused

By: xSlythStratasfaction

Pairing: Kurt x Blaine , Rachel x Blaine

A/N: This takes place right after BIOTA and it's mostly about what happened between Kurt and Blaine during the entire Blaine-Rachel dating ordeal and what Kurt's feelings were like about the matter.

"Sweetie, I think you should lie down for a little while."

Kurt looked up at his step-mother and sighed. He felt terrible that he was keeping her from finishing dinner, especially since he spent the last few minutes curled into her bosom sobbing like a child and the vegetables she had previously been chopping were turning brown from oxidation.

"I'm not tired."

Carole's hands swept through his soft hair and for once, Kurt didn't freak out that someone was touching his chestnut locks without asking. Carole was consoling him, so she could do whatever she wanted, he thought.

"Kurt, you look exhausted. A nap before dinner would help you immensely. I promise." She pressed a kiss to the young boy's forehead and then slowly pushed him towards the exit. With one last sniffle, Kurt hugged his step-mom again and slowly but surely, he pulled himself away and left the kitchen.

"Thanks for everything, Carole." He whispered as he tip-toed down the hallway.

As he walked up the stairs towards his bedroom, his phone vibrated once more against his bottom and he reached back, grabbing the buzzing object from his back pocket.

God Kurt, I realize you're mad, but this is something we can't ignore. Pick up your phone! We need to talk. Please message me back or call me or something. Please? –B

Kurt grimaced as he shut his phone off completely. He didn't know who Blaine Anderson thought he was, but he knew that the other boy wasn't about to get a text or a phone call from him if he was gonna continue being such a demanding douche bag.

Throwing his door open dramatically, Kurt catapulted himself onto his bed and curled up against his mountain of plush pillows. He reached back, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and set it on his nightstand with a thud. Blaine wouldn't be able to reach him for the rest of the evening and in all honesty, Kurt couldn't give a rat's ass.

Lies…

Actually, he really wanted to just pick up the phone and call Blaine's ass right back just so he could hear him talk, but Kurt knew that if he did that, he would suffer another love induced set back. And he really couldn't handle that right now.

Finally, after a battle with himself on whether or not he should get up and change into some PJs, the blue-eyed boy kicked off his socks and wrapped himself around a pillow, closing his eyes and falling into a fitful sleep.

"Blaine! Blaine, c'mon! Please don't do that!"

Kurt groaned in annoyance as he was pinned to the side of his SUV. The shorter, slightly heavier boy was pressed up against him in a very tight hug; said boy breathing heavily on his neck as he wobbled back and forth. Blaine was drunk off of his ass; he could barely stand up without toppling over and at that very moment, he had fallen forward onto Kurt while the younger boy was trying to help him into his car.

"Oh Kurrrrrt, you're so… soft!"

The blue-eyed teen would've taken offense to the comment had Blaine been sober, but since the boy was completely wasted; he pushed the somewhat rude remark to the back of his mind. He wasn't sure if Blaine was commenting on his weight or how soft his skin was, but he definitely knew that if he stood here reflecting on the other boy's comments, something bad was going to happen.

Blaine was growing increasingly loud as Kurt tried to maneuver him into the car. First the dark-haired teen burst into uncontrollable laughter. Then he stopped laughing for just one moment in order to burst into a horrid, drunken rendition of Katy Perry's 'Hot 'n Cold' followed by a rather hilarious take on the song 'All By Myself.' As funny and cute as drunken Blaine's singing was, it was horribly loud and Kurt feared that at any moment, someone in Rachel's neighborhood was going to call the cops on them. He really didn't want to get arrested today… really.

"Blaine, please get into the car. I'll give you whatever you want, just get in."

A thick eyebrow shot into the air as Blaine leaned forward seductively and pressed his forehead to Kurt's, "Anything?" His voice came out low and sounded eerily like a kitty cat purr.

A blush spread like wildfire across Kurt's cheeks as he stared down at the wasted boy before him, "I… I, uh… not anything. I'm not gonna give you just anything. I'll, umm… bake you a cake if you get into the car and be quiet?"

Both of Blaine's brows shot up then, as if he were in shock. A cheesy grin spread across his dark features and he pressed a quick, sloppy kiss to Kurt's forehead. "I love cake! How did you know?"

Kurt chuckled as he looped an arm his crush's waist, "I know a lot about you, Blaine. Honestly, I'm not surprised that you love cake anyways. You eat a lot as it is." With a daring smirk, he pulled the shorter boy flush towards his body, feeling Blaine's lean, muscular torso against his own body. "I'm surprised you stay so fit with all the stuff you eat."

"I try to be hot," Blaine grinned as Kurt lowered his body into the passenger seat and buckled him in. "If I don't work out, I don't look good and then people won't like me."

Kurt climbed into the driver's seat and buckled himself in. He started up the SUV and picked up the conversation where it left off, hoping that if he kept up small talk with the drunken guy sitting next to him, then Blaine would stay quiet for the duration of the ride home. "What people won't like you if you don't work out?"

Blaine sighed as he leaned back against the headrest, "You, of course. Silly!"

The younger boy blushed, feeling his heart race as Blaine threw a hand across the middle of the car and placed his hand on Kurt's knee.

"You're my best friend Kurt and I love you for that, you know?"

Kurt smiled, "Yes, Blaine, I know. I love you too!" His mouth snapped shut as he realized that his declaration could've been taken differently than what Blaine's had been. Stopping at a stop sign, he let his eyes travel over towards the curly haired boy and found him staring up through the sun roof. He had completely missed Kurt's candid confession, thank all that is considered holy.

"Are we there yet?" Blaine asked and Kurt laughed to himself as he continued to drive through the city limits on the way home.

"Almost, be patient."

Burt Hummel stood in the doorway of his son's bedroom, his eyes gazing down on the sleeping form of his little boy wrapped up in blankets and pillows.

He couldn't mask the annoyed look that spread across his face when he saw Kurt's face contort into a sad pout. The boy started to whimper as he curled up into a ball; he looked so small and fragile laying there. Burt wanted to go into the room and grab up his little boy, hugging him and telling him everything was going to be alright.

But he couldn't.

He wasn't really sure of what to do in this sort of situation. Kurt wasn't having a nightmare. He was just having some sort of unpleasant dream. Sure, that didn't really make any sense, but if what Carole had told him was true, Kurt was probably dreaming about that blasted Blaine kid.

According to Carole, Blaine and Kurt had a pretty nasty falling out just a few days before and earlier that afternoon, Kurt had come into the house with tears in his eyes. While Burt had originally wanted to know what exactly that Blaine boy had done to Kurt in order to make his son cry, Carole had just shushed him and told him that Kurt was just upset that the two weren't talking as much. She wouldn't tell him anything more.

Burt was smarter than that though, he'd like to think. There was definitely something different about the relationship that Kurt and Blaine had. Despite the fact that Burt had only met Blaine a few times, he knew of his son's great infatuation with the boy. It seemed that Blaine was one of Kurt's best friends and seemed to be a wonderful mentor towards the younger teen. Kurt was always talking fondly about the older boy and anytime someone would mention his name, Kurt's face would light up in excitement.

Deep down, as much as he didn't want to admit it, Burt knew Kurt held a distinct candle for the Dalton boy. His son's actions when it came to Blaine Anderson mimicked the actions that he saw Finn display when someone mentioned a certain Rachel Berry or a certain Quinn Fabray.

Kurt liked Blaine… a lot.

And by just standing here in the doorway to Kurt's room, seeing the pain etched out on his son's cherubic face, Burt Hummel wanted to throttle this Blaine Anderson kid.

"Okay, Blaine. Here's the plan…"

Kurt had been sitting out in his car for the last 15 minutes trying to talk his drunken friend down. The older boy had randomly burst into tears on the way home, crying and yelling that he was so sorry for being such a handful. Kurt had tried to do his best to comfort his friend, but nothing worked.

"Blaine, please! I'll… umm… buy you something pretty if you can just be quiet for a few minutes!"

The dark haired boy glanced upwards at Kurt then and smiled, "Can I still have my cake and eat it too?"

Kurt giggled, even though he tried not to. Smiling, he placed a hand on one of Blaine's own, "Yeah, you can still have your cake. I'll bake you a cake AND buy you something. I promise! You just have to be quiet for the next few minutes."

"Okay! I'll be as quiet as a mouse!" Blaine closed his mouth and looked at Kurt with the most serious look he could give him (well, the most serious one a drunkard could give). With a stifled laugh, the smaller teen climbed out of his seat and wrapped his arms around the swaying boy before him.

"Quiet starts now! You have to be very quiet, otherwise you'll lose this game and you'll lose your prizes! Understood?" He watched as his hazel eyed friend nodded his head up and down enthusiastically. Finally getting a good grip on the other boy's waist, Kurt dragged the boy into his house and up into his room. Once he got into the room, he dropped Blaine's dead weight body onto his bed and he closed his bedroom door, hoping that his father and Carole were still fast asleep down the hall.

"Your room is so spiffy, Kurt!" Blaine was lying on his back on the bed, his feet kicking up and down in the air. Randomly, he burst into giggles and then rolled onto his stomach, staring intensely at the many down feather pillows Kurt had on his bed.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah," the younger teen was searching through his dresser for something for both him and Blaine to wear to bed. He stopped sifting through the clothes when he heard a loud gulp from the other side of the room.

"Kurt, I'm gonna… I'm gonna be… sick!"

In a flash, the taller boy leapt across the room, gathered Blaine into his arms, and yanked him into the bathroom. "Don't puke in here please! Throw up in the toilet!" He felt Blaine lurch in his arms as he dropped the heavier boy onto the floor in front of the toilet. "You can throw up in here."

And Blaine did… a lot.

Kurt coiled around his pillows, his body shivering as he whimpered loudly.

One minute, he was dreaming about the good times he had with Blaine and the next his dreams had switched from him and Blaine laughing to Blaine screaming at him. As his crush's yelling got louder, Kurt's whimpers got more pronounced. His dream self was slowly transforming into a half Kurt/half Karofsky hybrid and he started yelling at Blaine, making fun of him for his confused sexuality.

After he turned into this strange, homophobic monster, he transformed back into regular, old (still fabulous) Kurt Hummel and he was back in his house on the night he had to bring Blaine back from Rachel's party. The memories of him dragging a drunken Blaine around took over his dreams, pushing back the nasty Kurtofsky hybrid nightmare he had been having.

However, even though his dreams became less hectic, just the memories of the night of Rachel's party left Kurt stuck within a limbo of want and annoyance. His brow brimmed with sweat as he moved into the fetal position and gripped one of his pillows.

"Blaine…"

The puking had stopped… finally.

Poor Blaine had been hunched over the toilet for the last hour, crying and whimpering as his body expelled every little bit of food and/or alcohol he had left in his system. At the moment, he was laying on Kurt's bathroom floor, staring up at the wall with reddened eyes and a pallid face. Kurt was staring down at him, somewhat sad for the aching boy and yet still amused. He hoped all this vomiting business would remind Blaine not to get drunk so easily next time. That's why Kurt didn't drink at the party very much: he still remembered what had happened the last time he drank. Even now, Ms. Pillsbury couldn't look at him the same and he couldn't even stare at her anymore without thinking of Bambi's dead mother.

Sighing, the taller boy leaned down and placed a hand onto Blaine's stomach, feeling the muscles clench and tighten beneath his touch. "Are you going to be alright, Blaine?"

"I hurt." The other boy moaned as he placed a clammy hand over top of Kurt's. "I just want to go to sleep."

"Well then, let's get up and get you changed out of these clothes," Kurt wrapped his arm around his crush's waist and hoisted the boy into the air. Blaine leaned against him easily and let out a low growl.

"My head hurts so much."

"And your breath stinks," the blue-eyed teen grumbled as he turned his head away from Blaine's. He leaned his drunken friend up against the sink and handed him a Dixie cup of water. "Rinse your mouth. You smell."

"Sorry," Blaine whispered as he took the cup and drank from it, swishing the liquid in his mouth. He then spit into the sink and repeated the process until Kurt deemed everything okay.

After a few minutes of languishingly stumbling around the bedroom, Kurt was finally able to get Blaine into his bed. The boy wouldn't stay still long enough for Kurt to change him into any pajamas, so he resigned to the fact that Blaine was just going to have to sleep in his dirty clothes; Kurt, on the other hand, decided to change into his royal blue jammies. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and then came out, freshly changed (his late night skin moisturizing routine would have to wait until morning), to find Blaine curled up in the middle of the bed, snoring away softly.

"Blaine?" Kurt leaned down and pressed a hand onto his friend's forehead, feeling the hot, damp skin underneath his fingers. "Can you move over a little bit? You're taking up all the space."

The dark-haired boy groaned as he scooted over a bit to let Kurt in. As soon as the bed sunk on the other side with Kurt's weight, Blaine rolled back over to the middle of the bed, half-laying on the other boy.

"Blaine!" Kurt hissed as he tried to pry his crush's body away from his own. It was not an easy task, as the other boy had become dead weight as soon as he fell into slumber. Cursing his luck, Kurt reached over and turned off his light. He laid down next to the zombified teen who was snuggled up next to him and closed his eyes.

Hopefully he'd get a little bit of sleep in before he had to wake up and smuggle Blaine out of his house.

Kurt's dreams of getting any uninterrupted sleep went unwarranted halfway through the evening.

Someone was touching him. It wasn't sexual or creepy in anyway, just unexpected. There was something hot and heavy lying on his stomach. When Kurt opened his eyes halfway through the night, his body instantly tensed up over the heat radiating from his bare abdomen. Slowly, he reached a hand down and felt fingers raking over his abs, right over his belly button. His body shivered in response to the gentle touch and in the moonlight, he could see the shadow of Blaine curled up around him.

They were spooning.

Kurt's pajama top had become unbuttoned sometime within the night and Blaine's arms were around him. One of Blaine's hands was currently resting on Kurt's abs and the other was resting underneath the pillow, halfway sticking out with his fingers curled around one of Kurt's hands.

They were holding hands in their sleep…

Kurt's body froze when he realized the intimate gesture that was going on between the two of them. One of his hands was curled around Blaine's hand that was around his bare waist and the fingers of his other hand were intertwined with his crush's.

Before, Kurt would've been absolutely mortified to have woken up in this position with one of his best friends. However, in that very moment, everything felt so right, so amazing.

With a sleepy, sweet smile spreading across his face, Kurt snuggled his body backwards against Blaine's muscular form and slipped back into a wonderful sleep.

Kurt jerked awake with a start, his eyes skimming his bedroom as if he were looking for something.

Glancing downward, he looked down at his mess of bedding and sighed. His stomach and hands still burned hot from where he imagined he was curled up with Blaine again. With a sad sigh, he stepped out of his bed and padded across the room towards his bathroom. He needed a drink of water or something… whatever could take care of a parched throat and calm his steadily beating heart.

"Hey Kurt?"

The boy whipped his head around when he heard someone's voice break through his thoughts. Still sipping on his water, he let his blue eyes focus on the figure standing in the doorway to his bedroom. It was Finn and the lanky teen was currently leaning on his door with a crooked smile on his face.

"Mom wanted me to come up here and wake you up, but it looks like you've already done that yourself. So, uhh… dinner's ready!"

Flashing another smile, the tall football player disappeared from the doorway, leaving Kurt alone in his room. Sighing, the shorter teen stared at his reflection in the mirror, fixing up his hair before he went downstairs for dinner.

He could only hope that Carole kept their 'lady chat' to herself; he really didn't want to explain things to his dad and Finn at the table, nor did he really want to start crying again in front of them either.

Grabbing his cell phone, he switched it back on and then headed off to dinner.

A/N: I had planned on posting this last night, but then I only got halfway through the fic before I ended up falling asleep. I woke up, laptop still open, and felt like a fool so I saved it and went to bed. Thus, when I got up this morning, I vowed to finish this chapter and here it is! I know Blaine wasn't really in it minus the flashback sequences, but he'll be in the next chapter, I promise! Anyways, thanks for reading and please review!