High!Kurt is so much fun to write, I could keep it up forever. I got a review with a warning about prescription drugs and breaking them in half. Do NOT use what I've written as advice for using or taking medication. It's all just fiction to make the story better. While I'm at it: I don't own Glee or any music used in the story.

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Last time on "Try Me":

Kurt immediately closed his eyes and puckered his lips. Blaine moved in and kissed those delicious lips, moving gently across his mouth, putting more pressure on his lips than before. Kurt responded, moving his lips innocently against Blaine's.

Blaine pulled back and smiled when he saw Kurt's eyes were still closed and his lips puckered.

"Wow," Kurt said finally, licking his lips. "Did you like that, Blaine?"

"Very much," Blaine responded.

Kurt's eyes began flickering as the medicine made him more and more sleepy. "Guess what, Blainey?"

"What's that, Kurt," Blaine grinned as the boy started falling asleep.

"I like kissing now," he whispered, before drifting off to sleep.

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Blaine finished washing the last dish and put his head in his hand. What the hell was he thinking? Kurt was injured, on medication, and what did he do? He took advantage of him and kissed him. Who cares that the kiss was the sweetest, most innocent, and guileless kiss he'd ever had in his entire life. What the hell had happened to him over the last three days? He'd gone from mocking a clumsy, outrageously dressed kid to saving him from a beating, nursing him to health and dreaming about fucking him while stealing kisses. The guy could barely move and there was Blaine, kissing him.

Shaking his head, he started putting the dishes away. He would have to apologize. What if Kurt didn't remember? Should he still apologize? Christ, Blaine, what kind of animal are you? Of course he should apologize whether Kurt remembered or not.

It was all Karofsky's fault. What the hell did he do to Kurt to make him not like kissing for crying out loud? Slimy, he could understand, some guys didn't know how to control their spit. But how the fuck did he make it hurt? Kurt had the most kissable lips he'd ever seen. He loved how Kurt's top lip was voluptuous, it was unique and sexy as hell. He wanted to nibble it and suck on it and may he rot in hell for wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock.

"Blaine?" he heard behind him. Certain guilt would be all over his face, he turned with a smile.

Kurt was standing against the fridge, holding his side.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Do you want to sit down?" Blaine asked, coming over to him.

"No. It feels good to stand, move around a little," Kurt said, his cheeks turning pink. "Um, Blaine?"

"Yeah?" Blaine asked, walking back over and drying a pan.

"I'm, um, sorry about earlier," Kurt said quietly, eyes down, his face going from pink to red. "You know about the, um, kiss."

Blaine dropped the towel and turned around, leaning on the sink. "I'm not," he said firmly.

Kurt's eyes jerked up in surprise. "You're not?"

"No. I quite enjoyed myself," Blaine admitted.

The pleased look on Kurt's face warmed his heart and he knew he'd given the right answer.

"I, uh, I did, too," Kurt said quietly.

"Can I ask you a question?" Blaine asked.

"Of course," Kurt said, wandering around the small kitchen.

"Why did it hurt when Karofsky kissed you?"

Kurt made it to the window and leaned against it, staring at the small yard behind the apartment. "He liked to bite me. Not like love nips or anything. Full on biting with teeth and the eventual blood. He said my big lips got in the way of kissing so he would just gnaw on them until they got smaller. Finally, he had to stop because my lips kept getting infected. Cut down on his blowjobs. From then on, though, it was a peck or nothing. He would never give up the blowjobs. Said it was the one thing I could do right in this world," Kurt said, blunt and cold.

"Jesus Kurt. What a fucking animal. It's amazing you didn't go ballistic and cut his dick off," Blaine said with a wry smile.

Kurt smiled back. "Don't worry, I definitely thought about it. If I wasn't such a coward, I might have done something drastic."

"You're not a coward, Kurt. I think it would have taken a gun to his head to make him back off," Blaine said.

"Or you," Kurt said shyly.

"All I did was use what I know. Luckily, it worked. And soon, when you are healed, you'll know it too. Then you'll be able to use what you've learned and you won't have to be afraid anymore," Blaine said.

"You think I'll really be able to defend myself? Even against someone as big as David?" Kurt asked, hope written plainly across his face.

Blaine walked up to him and took his hand. "I promise."

Kurt squeezed his hand. "So, um, I was, um, wondering," he began, his face flaming. "Since I'm not all strung out on painkillers, if you would want to try that whole, uh, kissing thing again."

Blaine took back his hand and placed it gently on Kurt's cheek. "I would love to," he said, leaning in and meeting Kurt's lips. A small gasp escaped Kurt as Blaine's warm lips covered his, quickly turning into a hum of pleasure. Blaine moved his mouth tenderly against Kurt's, learning the texture of his lips. Slowly, so he didn't startle him, Blaine let his tongue glide softly against Kurt's upper lip. At the small mewling sound that escaped Kurt, Blaine then licked along his bottom lip.

"You taste incredible," he whispered.

Kurt shivered and Blaine saw goosebumps break out on his neck. "May I kiss you again?" Blaine asked against his ear.

"Please," Kurt breathed.

Their lips met more boldly, moving against one another. Kurt's hands settled on Blaine's hips, grasping tightly to his t-shirt. Blaine's hands cupped Kurt's face like he was delicate porcelain.

"Give me your sweet tongue, Kurt," he said, looking deep into Kurt's dilated eyes, before moving back to his lips. He licked softly along the seam of Kurt's lips until Kurt hesitantly opened his mouth. Blaine moaned at the taste of Kurt's tongue against his, grasping his face tighter.

Kurt let out a small cry of pain and backed away.

"Oh my god, Kurt, did I hurt you?" Blaine asked, his stomach dropping to his feet.

Kurt giggled as he moaned, holding a hand to his bruised cheek. "I'm okay. I think I'm just a little too eager for my condition," he said.

"More like I'm too eager for your condition," Blaine said, softly stroking the other side of Kurt's face. "I'm sorry." He went to the freezer and got an ice pack, holding it to Kurt's face. "Here, sweetie, sit down. I'll make you something to eat."

They spent the rest of the day chatting about their college experiences. Blaine realized that most of what Kurt had done had been dictated by David Karofsky. There were so many places he wanted to take Kurt, so many things they could do and see. As excited as Blaine was to have a college bucket list with Kurt, it broke his heart that Kurt hadn't already experienced all of those things. It didn't escape Blaine's notice that he kept thinking of him and Kurt as 'we' and 'us'. Was it possible to fall for someone in a matter of days? Did Kurt share his burgeoning feelings?

Kurt took another pain killer after dinner. He'd been up and around for several hours, moving his limbs in some gentle exercises Blaine showed him. Blaine watched him get sleepier and sleepier, his sweet voice slurring when he requested a good night kiss. He couldn't deny him and leaned down, softly kissing his sweet lips.

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Kurt woke the next day, for once feeling like he could take a deep breath. It confirmed his and Blaine's guess that he had only suffered bruised ribs instead of cracked or broken. Carefully leaning up on his elbow, Kurt looked at Blaine while he slept. Blaine. Who knew the campus brawler would turn out to be his hero. He looked so young and relaxed in sleep. Kurt felt like he'd memorized his features already. His midnight curly hair that could make him look silly or dangerously gorgeous. Triangular eyebrows that waggled when he made Kurt laugh even though it hurt or merged into a giant unibrow when he was confused or trying to beat Kurt on a video game. His nose was straight and perfect like a Greek god. For a few hours the first day he'd lain in Blaine's bed, he had debated on whether his favorite feature was Blaine's eyes or his lips. Those lips, those perfectly shaped lips that he now knew the taste and feel of. He'd had no clue that kissing really did feel good. Why he thought millions of people did it if it hurt, he had no idea. But now he didn't understand why people stopped kissing. He knew he could spend hours, days, even years exploring the wonders of those lips. But even at that, his favorite feature was Blaine's eyes. To make them even more perfect, they were framed in long, thick black lashes. Blaine could never be accused of being shy, but he had this way of looking up at Kurt through those lashes that made him look innocent and bashful. But just a tilt of his chin or a quirk of those lips and the look went from bashful to rugged, sultry, and mysterious. Under those lashes were eyes the color of which he had never before seen. Some people had blue, green, brown eyes. But Blaine's eyes were golden, truly golden, in color. Sometimes they turned almost hazel with a touch of brown in them or green when he was angry. For the majority of the time they were gold and could tell you things Blaine himself would never share. Like when Blaine talked casually about the time he and his friend had been bashed freshman year of high school, his eyes told Kurt that the incident still haunted him and that maybe he still had nightmares from it. When he'd kissed Kurt and tasted his lips for the first time, his eyes had at first shown lust but then Kurt saw just a tad bit of surprise and hope. While he could kiss Blaine for years, he would be able to gaze into his eyes forever.

Forever.

What the hell was he even thinking? Kissing and forever? There was something wrong with this whole picture and he had to figure it out before it came to bite him in the ass. Or hit him in the face. Soon enough he was going to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing and Blaine would explode. He would never be able to do anything right, so a mistake was inevitable. The only part up in the air is the direction of the explosion. Would it come in something easy to handle like a pinch or a slap? Or would it be worse like a punch or a kick? He had watched Blaine work over David. Blaine would be much worse.

Part of him couldn't help but think that it may just be worth it if Blaine would kiss him like he did.

Why couldn't life be perfect and he and Blaine could fall in love? Blaine could sing to him and make him a ring made out of tin foil or bubble gum wrappers. He would give Blaine flowers and serenade him with passionate ballads.

He'd learned the hard way that only TV shows and movies got love right. He would never fall in love again. Impulsive sex and long bouts of kissing, maybe. Well, yes, if it included Blaine's body and lips. Would sex feel good like kissing did? If it was with Blaine? Or was David right and it would never feel good because Kurt was made wrong and ugly. Oh, but what if?

Kurt continued to muse as he carefully got out of bed and carefully made his way to the kitchen. He was buttering the toast when he heard the yell.

"Kurt! Kurt, where are you?" Blaine roared.

No, no, not so soon, Kurt thought in a panic. Things were supposed to be perfect for a little while longer. He hadn't had time to make all of his mistakes yet.

"Kurt!"

Shit, it was going to be bad. He had to do something and do it now.

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Blaine was in a panic. Kurt wasn't in bed, wasn't in the bathroom and wasn't answering to his call. What if he'd fallen while Blaine had been asleep? But where was he? The apartment wasn't that big. He tried yelling louder, but there was no answer. Damn it! Had Karofsky somehow managed to get into the apartment? Should he call the cops?

There was a noise and he froze. What was that sound? It was a faint whining noise like a pained animal. He listened and began followed what he was hearing. There, he found it, coming from there, the broom closet off the front door.

Opening the door, he cried out, backing away from the sight in front of him. Kurt was curled up on the floor of the tiny closet, his knees up against his chest. His arms were held protectively over his head and he was shivering, high pitched whimpers of pain escaping him.

"Kurt," Blaine said urgently, getting over his shock and going to him.

"Please, please, Blaine. Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. Just tell me what I did wrong and I won't do it again, I promise," Kurt sobbed in between moans of pain.

Blaine dropped to his knees and began to cry.

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Sorry, can't be all fluffy goodness!