Hi, everyone! This week's Glee episode made me really emotional and I just needed to write! I hope there are still some of you reading this fic!

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Pain.

That's all Blaine could feel.

Pounding, throbbing, overbearing pain.

Blaine could see the sunlight through his eyelids, indicating that it was morning, but this didn't feel like any other morning. This didn't feel like his bed, or his anything.

Blaine slowly opens his eyes, carefully adjusting to the light, when he notices a presence next to him. He turns and looks when he notices that the figure isn't exactly wearing clothes.

Shit.

Had Blaine gotten so drunk that he had screwed some guy?! He glanced over at the naked body lying next to him, and he caught a glimpse of the other's face.

Holy sweet baby Jesus.

Kurt.

Suddenly, everything came crashing back, the party, the drinking. Oh crap! Blaine could barely remember is they'd had sex, let alone how far they had actually gone. But the sting in his ass told him that things got a bit further than he was hoping for.

What would Kurt say? They were best friends for God's sake! But, then again, if Blaine couldn't remember the whole thing, than neither could Kurt. Blaine could just sneak out of the room and pretend like nothing happened.

While deciding what to do, Blaine felt the bed shift next to him, Kurt squirming, approaching consciousness. Damn it all to hell, Blaine thought. Mine as well face the music.

Kurt slowly sat up, eyes still closed, squeezed shut from the blinding sunlight. "Fuck, what happened?" Kurt whispered to himself, unaware of Blaine next to him. His eyes fluttered, trying to open, but failing. His arms stretched out, coming close to Blaine's face. Kurt finally opened his eyes fully, looking down and trying to not go blind.

After adjusting, Kurt glanced up at his unfamiliar surroundings, not having seen Blaine yet. "Why am I naked?" Kurt murmured to himself, obliviously. His gaze moved over to Blaine, and then widened in absolute shock and terror. His jaw went slack, forming an "O" shape. He just stared for a few minutes, moving only to blink and breathe.

"Ummmm," Blaine began voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, hoping to ease the dryness and dull pain. "Hello."

Kurt's expression snapped back to normal, but with a trace of angst, like he was dreading the conversation ahead of him. And, if he was being honest, Blaine was too.

"So, um," Kurt returned, "hi. What happened?" He asked timidly, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"I don't really remember. We were drunk, and the rest is history." Blaine tried to weasel out of the potential awkwardness. He got up, disregarding the fact that he was naked and went to grab his boxers. Kurt grabbed his wrist, halting him in his tracks.

"Blaine…. We need to talk about this! I know you don't want to, but it is for the greater good, I swear. After that, you can leave and never return. Just talk to me." Kurt begged, hoping to get Blaine to come and discuss what happened.

Blaine sat back down on the bed, albeit bitterly, and sighed. "I don't know where to begin…. I can't even remember half of it! We were drunk, Kurt. Maybe nothing happened. You never know." Blaine was really trying to get out of this.

But Kurt was having none of it. "Blaine! You know what happened! We had sex. You know that! I know that you do! Why do you keep denying it?" Blaine went to respond, but Kurt beat him to it. "You know what, mister? I understand. 'Let's pretend that my best friend and I didn't just lose our virginities last night, not to mention to each other. Maybe it will all just go away, that if I try hard enough to believe it's not real, then maybe it won't be!'" Kurt had tears in his eyes now, blinking fast to keep them from streaming down his face. "Well, Blaine. Life doesn't work that way! You can't get fired and wish it wasn't real, then just stroll back in the next day! It isn't fair to you, and most definitely isn't fair to me! I don't deserve this! Neither do you! To lose my virginity to a guy that will never fall in love with me, and to have him completely blow it off, like it was nothing! Well, I hope one day, you find a nice guy to re-lose your virginity to. Oh wait, you wouldn't re-lose it, because this never happened. So get out, and leave me to wallow in my self-pity. Please."

Kurt lay down on the bed, face down, and started to cry into the pillow. He didn't even acknowledge Blaine getting up, changing, and leaving.

Well, this day sucked.

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This conversation was supposed to be awkward! Well, I'm sorry for the slight OOC-ness, but how would you react if this happened to you? I suspect the same way! But look up, sweeties! Klaine should be all good soon, but what's a story with no conflict?! NOTHING!

Next up: More bumpy roads. But can Kurt and Blaine really stay away from each other?

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