They never did end up singing anything Kurt realized when he woke up the next morning. No one had wanted to sing Rachel's song, which Kurt hadn't caught the name off, and they couldn't agree on another one. He'd forgotten in the excitement of getting his first New Year's Eve kiss. It was magical.
Kurt sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had two more days with Blaine, he should make them count. Maybe today he could bring Blaine out for breakfast. It wouldn't be that weird would it, to want to bring his friend out? Kurt REALLY hoped not.
He glanced in his mirror, ran a hand through his hair a few more times so it looked good-messy and then practically bounced down the hall to Blaine's room. He knocked but didn't get an answer. Still, they were INTIMATE; Kurt really couldn't walk in on anything that would embarrass the other boy. Happily Kurt opened the door only to find Blaine still asleep on his air-mattress and clutching a pillow like his life depended on it. Kurt was kind of jealous of that pillow. It felt so nice to be held by Blaine.
Blaine awoke the strange sensation of being thrown in the air. His equilibrium jumped up half a foot and he opened his eyes in time to have his face smushed into his pillow as he rolled down the hill his air-mattress had been configured into. A high voice like bells laughed at him as his roll was stopped by a solid object.
Blaine pulled his head off his pillow to see Kurt perched on the edge of his air-mattress, the cause of the disturbance. Kurt shifted his weight and Blaine slid a little further off his bed.
"Good morning, sleepy head." Kurt reached out and ruffled Blaine's hair, fingers catching in a knot and pulling gently.
"What time is it?" Blaine asked and then yawned hugely.
"Just after nine." Kurt's fingers were still in his hair, carding through the curls carefully. "C'mon, get up. I want to take you out for breakfast."
Blaine's eyes slid shut, Kurt's fingers felt so good in his hair. Whenever somebody touched his head it just felt so good. His mother teased him for liking to be pet.
"Blaine," Kurt tugged, a sharp point of just barely pain shooting down Blaine's spine. "Don't fall asleep on me."
"You woke me up," Blaine complained.
"Yes, so I could feed you. C'mon, get up." Kurt tugged again, less harshly, and bent to press a quick kiss to Blaine's forehead.
Blaine forced his eyes to open fully and then struggled to sit up. Kurt even helped him a little, pulling at his arms and wrapping and arm around Blaine's lower back once he was upright. "I thought you were the hung-over one. Shouldn't I be helping you?"
"I had a glass of water before I left Rachel's and then another two before I went to sleep." Kurt pressed another kiss to Blaine's forehead; it felt so nice and soft. If Blaine could wake up like this every morning he wouldn't even complain about the air-mattress dipping. "And I took some Advil. I'm fine. Last time I was drunk I learned my lesson." Kurt pressed his mouth to Blaine's temple before moving down to nuzzle behind Blaine's ear. Kurt was such a good cuddler.
"What did you do before?" Blaine's eyes slid shut again and a happy sigh escaped him. He tipped his head away a little to give Kurt more room.
Kurt took the invitation and pressed a kiss to Blaine's neck. "I might have thrown up on my OCD guidance counselor between third and fourth period." Kurt sucked lightly on the spot he was kissing. "And she might have had to go to the hospital for three antiseptic showers while I got my stomach pumped. Not my finest hour."
Blaine groaned in sympathy and tilted his head a little so Kurt could get his favorite spot. It was barely even sexual right now, just warm and comforting. Blaine would miss being this close to Kurt when he went back to college.
The thought was like a bucket of cold water, waking Blaine up and sending tension through every part of him. He was leaving the next day, and today was his last full day with the Hummels, with Kurt. Desperation clawed at him suddenly, bursting through his skin and shattering the warm, comfortable mood Kurt's kisses had set. Blaine's lips ached for the boy and, without any thought; Blaine was kissing Kurt, invading his mouth roughly.
Kurt squeaked and unbalanced, falling onto his back on the floor, Blaine followed after. He needed the press of Kurt against him, needed to feel that reassurance. Oh, he had it so bad! He wanted SO MUCH!
He wanted to be surrounded by Kurt, wanted to drown in him. The ferocity of his want was scary actually, he'd never felt something so fiercely before. It wasn't enough to hold Kurt down; he wanted Kurt on top of him, all over him. Blaine rolled them so Kurt's weight was pushing him against the floor and holding him in place, soothing the sudden desperation in him.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, needing him impossibly closer. He'd never been so clingy before, never so entirely devoted to another person. He liked Kurt, he MORE the liked Kurt. Terror mingled with his desperation and Blaine clung tighter. If only he had this everything else would go away and he wouldn't have to worry.
The sound of pipes groaning as the shower across the hall turned on met their ears and Kurt pulled away quickly, detangling their limbs. Blaine felt actual tears spring to his eyes at the loss of him. Kurt was breathing heavily, a smile on his face. "We can't get carried away with people here, Blaine. You taught me that." He laughed, a breathy noise, and patted Blaine's knee gently. "How about you get ready and I'll meet you downstairs."
"Okay." Blaine forced the word out, hoping his feelings didn't leak out in his tone. He watched silently as Kurt picked himself up off the floor, straightened his pajamas, and then left. The door closed with a whisper behind him. "I'm in over my head."