Blaine remembered it all, somehow through the slurred words and clumsy hands, they'd done it. Blaine had felt light-headed and he knew it wasn't just down to the alcohol. Kurt's manner about the whole thing had been ingratiating and Blaine wasn't sorry about sacrificing his virginity, the whole night had been amazing and Kurt knew all the right places to touch, allowing Blaine to peak the same time as him, riding it out and sucking on his neck aswell as a few other places. He touched the bruise that was prominent on his collar bone , his fingers gliding over the purple-blue spot- it was tender to the touch. Shit shit shit, it was real and this was evidence. Looking down, Blaine discovered the source of the humming; Kurt who looked nothing less than a God, lying peacefully as soft snores escaped his mouth. His coiffed hair was messed up but it didn't matter, his lips parted slightly, breath escaping them with every fall of his sculpted chest. Prometheus. A Titan who taught humankind various arts, and after the previous night, what they'd done was nothing less than art. Blaine felt they'd danced together, their bodies moulded perfectly as if it was right, they were right. He'd never done this before, and he wasn't just thinking about the sex. He'd never cared for someone so much before, and certainly never as quick.
One night, one party was all it took, one drink and one deep conversation to realise that Kurt was suited to him. The pragmatic choice, Blaine realised, would be to write Kurt a note. The clock indicated it was half 10 in the morning and Blaine needed to see if Sarah was alive enough to take him home at some point. He smelt expensive cologne mixed with vodka and vomit in the air. He looked around for his clothes, they were in a bedroom but not one he recognised, it was big. Yeah, Blaine thought, one of Sebastian's friends places. Rolling his eyes at the fact 'Twink' had weaved his way into his thoughts again somehow, he found his boxers between the bed sheets and pulled them on. His polo was covered in a sticky substance that he couldn't bare to look at long enough to evaluate what it could be; he didn't chance putting it on. Instead, going over to the double wardrobe, he opened it up to find a range of shirts and tops, aswell as a Dalton uniform and more shoes than any guy would need in his whole lifetime. He decided he'd long term borrow a black T-shirt and scanned the room for his jeans, he only saw Kurts. Deciding the apparent label whore who inhabited this mansion wouldn't miss one pair of many Armanis, he pulled a pair on. This wasn't stealing, he concluded, this was charity as Blaine was out of pocket and he'd done a swap. He'd settled that Mr Dalton Academy could keep Blaine's pants when he found them in this trashed place.
Feeling very self conscious about the forest of curls growing on his head (the gel that was loaded on last night had completely vanished from his dark hair) Blaine searched for any stationery he could use to jot down his number. Fuck.Did this make him a slut? Was he now a booty call?
No harm done Blaine, his thoughts raced, if it's over forever... It was nice.
A pen, a sheet of paper and lack of caffeine left him scribbling down illegible letters. 'Last night was amazing, I'd love to take you out!' He thought again and crossed out the second exclamation mark, recalling from last night that he'd told himself would never appear needy ever again. 'Can you call me? Sorry for leaving. Blaine Anderson' he decided it was too formal and put a line through his surname. He jotted down his cell number and put an 'x' at the end. Signing his last name had made him realise he had no idea what Kurt's was. Leaving the note next to the other man, he went over to Kurt's jeans next to the bed and fished out a wallet, flipping it open he slid out a drivers licence 'Hummel' Blaine said out loud, a smile on his lips.
Stirring, Kurt opened an eye. There was an afro in his face 'what the...' his eyes wide in surprise. Blaine jumped in shock, throwing down the wallet 'Iwasn'tstealingyourmoneyIswear' he said quickly 'just needed to know your name before I left' he looked panicked.
Kurt had no idea who 'fro guy was, but he was beautiful. He rubbed his eyes, his need for coffee and paracetamol becoming more and more necessary by the second. Kurt yawned 'sorry' he said, puffing out a mouthful of air 'I'm really hungover, and I don't know what happened' his eyes scanning for clues, he spotted a few.
'Oh' Blaine nodded slowly 'shit sorry yeah, of course. The thing is...'
Kurt groaned, his head throbbed and he just needed hot Borat to stop shouting. He probably wasn't raising his voice at all, but with a feeling like his brain was being drilled by tiny men, it wasn't working out so great 'yeah, I think I know' He finished, he could sense by the way his whole body ached and the dark splodges the neck in his line of view.
'I left you a note'
'Thanks'
'With my number' Blaine smiled, the silence that followed was uncomfortable, he had no idea it was because Kurt was captivated by the beam displayed on the other guys face. Blaine collected himself and stood up awkwardly 'Bye Kurt' he kissed his cheek as he bent down a little, he noted his aftershave, it smelt fruity. The mixture of the scent along with Kurt's sweat was surprisingly appealing.
'Bye B-' Kurt was sure it began with a B
'Blaine, my name's Blaine'
'Sure, right, see you'
The click of the door closing was deafening and Kurt flopped down on the bed. Was he really that drunk? A sense of achievement washed over him... Kurt Elizabeth Hummel had pulled.
Stepping over the teenage bodies as he headed downstairs, Blaine looked for Sarah. Instead he found Puck and Finn on the couch playing video games. Puck had a half naked girl draped across him but paid no attention to her. 'Prepare to die, Hudson' he barked. Finn seemed to be a pundit in putting up with Puck and cracked his knuckles 'never.'
Blaine cleared his throat, two sets of eyes glanced up 'Hi Blaine' they said in unison. Having no interest in the war game they were so focussed on or the inner workings of a straight teenage boy, Blaine realised he had no chance of finding Sarah from them. He headed to the kitchen and opened every cupboard until he found a jar of instant coffee, his mouth watered. After quickly boiling the kettle, he tipped in a slug of milk along with the hot water and sipped it. On a usual day, he'd have sooner died than drank instant, but any was good right now.
Clambering over sleeping bodies in an attempt to reach the living room again, Blaine noticed Puck had made Finn admit defeat and took his chance to ask about Sarah.
Finn shrugged 'last time I saw her, she was with Smythe. Britt and Santana are in some bed upstairs, I know Brittany thought you'd left, she was upset'
Blaine rolled his eyes for the second time that day, his reflex both times was caused my Sebastian.
'As if you remember, dude' Puck pulled a face that displayed a look of surprise and pity 'got wasted'
'I wasn't allo- planning on getting drunk anyway' Finn said, looking at his friend. Blaine was sure he'd nearly said allowed.
'Rachel has you so whipped' the other guy snorted, picking up on Finn's hesitation too 'Now round 8...' He picked up the controller.
Blaine stood in front of the plasma screen, he had a nostalgia for last night, to return to the God that was Kurt and do it all again. Anything was better than attempting to get through to Pudson 'Please can you help me find her?'
'Is that a hickey?' Finn squinted
Blaine put a hand over his neck 'no'
'Shitballs, it is'
'Will you just listen?' Blaine said to the two of them. Puck yawned, stretching and causing the sleeping girl sprawled over his lap to wake up 'hey baby' he grinned. She looked at Puck, then Blaine and to Finn, she grumbled something about a dickhead and shut her eyes again.
'Who did you even get with?' Finn carried on.
'It doesn't matter. I need to get home to Lansing... You know, where I live'
'Kurt. You got with Kurt' Finn gasped
'Course he did, Tubs. Even Puckzilla worked that one out. Let it go'
Blaine recalled his earlier fear of knowing nothing about either of them and confirmed it. He had no intention of attempting to learn either, the inside of their limited brains were most likely filled with football, games and cougars.
Finn leaned down to pick up his controller and saw a second girl down the side of the sofa 'Found your girlfriend, Blaine' he shook her.
Sarah groaned as she stood up, she looked like death and the odour seeping from her had to be a smell only found in hell. The zombie apocalypse was premature and Sarah was the first one affected.
'I'm gunna take a shower' she slurred, tripping over a bottle of vodka and crawling towards the door.
'Sure thing' Puck called 'be sure not to drown' his monotone voice dripped with sarcasm.
'Whatever Noah' she turned the corner.
Blaine took a gulp of lukewarm nescafé and looked between the two guys. He got the feeling Puck wasn't too fond of Sarah, as he seemed to have a malevolent inclination to want her to drown. 'So she didn't shag Smythe' Puck said 'weird. I feel like I missed out now, could have been well in there.' Not too fond of her personality anyway, Blaine reassessed.
'Nah, no chance. She's hot' Finn was trying to look around Blaine at the screen, who politely moved as he'd found out what he'd came to quiz them about.
'Hot? Did we just see the same face? She looked dead' Blaine voiced.
'Did we just see the same tits? She looked damn fine' Puck flicked his thumbs over the controller buttons.
'Its a straight guy thing' Finn nodded slowly, a comment intended for Blaine. His eyes were transfixed on the tv.
About to argue he was still from Earth and understood what it was that made a woman attractive, Blaine realised it was irrelevant. Even though he was sure he from Earth, it made no difference as these boys weren't even from this galaxy, never mind sane enough to be considered earthlings.
Puck suddenly rose to his feet 'let's go' he flicked off the xbox 'you coming Blaine? I'll give you a lift to Mich'
'Really?' Blaine was surprised 'wow, thanks'
Finn got up too, looking around at the mess 'yeah, I'd sooner have Puck as the designated drunk driver than be part of the clean up team'
'You're on' Blaine smiled, a free ride back to Michigan and a beautiful guy with his number whose call he awaited, he'd pushed the thought of Sebastian right out of his mind.