A/N: Still M-ish. Same warnings as last time really. They ~~talk.
A blinding pain shoots through Kurt's head as soon as he opens his eyes. He immediately clamps them shut again, groaning.
He hears a soft "Hey" and he slowly attempts opening his eyes again. The room comes into view, fuzzily at first; he tries to blink past the pain, milder now, but still there. He's in Blaine's room - Blaine's bed, and Blaine is standing over him with a glass of water and a smile on his face.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth, and his stomach turns as he notices a foul taste. He turns his lips up in something that he hopes resembles a smile before desperately grabbing for the water.
A pathetic whine leaves his throat once he's had a sip and he falls back onto the bed. The sudden movement makes his head jump and he closes his eyes again.
"Hey, hey. Just take these, baby," Blaine says quietly, for which Kurt is grateful.
He opens one eye just enough to see Blaine offering him two little white pills. He takes them greedily, hoping he'll be able to keep them down.
"Thanks," Kurt mutters weakly.
Blaine sits down on the bed next to him and pushes the hair off Kurt's face. God, Kurt doesn't even want to think of how much of a mess he must look right now.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine inquires, softly stroking Kurt's head.
The rhythmic pressure across his forehead is lulling him to sleep, but overall he still feels a lot like shit.
"Like shit," he tells Blaine. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm okay, I got up about an hour ago. I'm more used to this than you."
"Time is it?" Kurt asks; he feels like he hasn't slept at all, he can't imagine it to be very late.
"Almost two in the afternoon," Blaine says and Kurt groans. He hates sleeping this late, it makes him feel like he's wasted his day away. Not that he could do much of anything right now anyway. "We didn't get back until about three this morning, so it's not too bad," Blaine continues, "How much of last night do you remember?"
Kurt closes his eyes and tries to think against the pounding in his head. Most of it is a blur, and then the rest just doesn't exist. He can't remember getting into bed... or even getting to the apartment. Going to the club, dancing, ...rainbows? And then nothing. "Not a lot," he confesses.
The way Blaine looks at him makes him feel like he's missing something. Something important. "Alright, well, do you want to go back to sleep?"
"No, I don't think I could now. What happened last night?" Kurt asks unsure.
"Maybe you should at least try first," Blaine says again, not quite looking Kurt in the eye. He's definitely missing something.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Blaine does look at him then. "Hey, hey, no. Beautiful, no. Some things happened last night - nothing bad - but I thought I should give you some time to feel better, see if you remember before we talk about it."
Kurt reaches for the glass of water again before he speaks. "I'm okay, I promise. The painkillers are kicking in," he says as he pushes himself up against the headboard slowly.
"How about you go and get showered and stuff and meet me in the living room when you're done?" Blaine suggests.
Kurt nods slightly and Blaine presses a kiss to his forehead and leaves the room. He stumbles to the bathroom slowly, dizzy and nauseous. He fumbles to strip from his clothes and he's horrified when he looks down and to see that he didn't get changed properly for bed. He is wearing his undershirt and his jeans from last night which are undone... his poor Marc Jacobs. He figures he can mourn them later and he settles for enjoying the feeling of the cool water hitting his skin. It helps him feel more alive, washing away the grogginess. The rumbling of his stomach suddenly alerts him to how hungry he is and he makes quick work of his shower.
When he arrives in the living room, he's feeling slightly more human again. His head isn't hurting so much, the dizziness has eased off, and he feels more hungry than nauseous.
"Hungry?" Blaine asks from the kitchen. He's cooking and the smell surprisingly doesn't make Kurt want to be sick.
"Starving," he says back, sitting down in his favorite seat opposite the view.
Blaine comes into a few minutes later with two plates of food. "Scrambled eggs and toast," he says as he places the dishes on to the table.
As if on cue, Kurt's belly rumbles again.
Once he's eaten his food, he dares the breach the subject again. "So, last night?"
Blaine smiles at him softly. "Okay, I'm just going to go and get more coffee, I'll be right back."
Now that he's feeling better and he's been washed and fed, he really tries hard to think about the night before.
"Woah there, c-come on," Blaine hiccups as they walk into the apartment. They're a tangled mess of limbs, both leaning on each other for support that the other doesn't have.
"The moon looks so, so pretty," Kurt says, distracted. He makes his way over to the window and rests his head against it. The cold glass feels amazing and the moon is so pretty.
He feels Blaine come up behind him and wrap his arms around his waist. "You're pretty," Blaine mumbles and Kurt giggles. Blaine starts kissing the back of his neck and Kurt's eyes fall shut in pleasure.
The apartment is quiet; all he can hear is the sound of Blaine leaving wet trails against his skin, and his moaning, loud and unashamed.
"Dance. Wanna dance," he thinks he says as he turns around to slots their bodies together as they had been earlier. There's no music this time, but he tries to move the same against Blaine.
Before he can, Blaine is steadying him with his hands and whispering into his ear. "Bed... bedroom, come on."
Somehow they make it to the intended room, and Blaine lays him on the bed with care before crawling on top of him. Kurt pushes up to meet Blaine half way in a kiss, wrapping his legs around Blaine's ankles. Blaine works both of their shirts off and they kiss for what feels like hours, until it isn't enough. Kurt's brain is foggy, more drunk on lust and need than anything else, and he's been hard for so long. He moves his hips up, rubbing his erection against Blaine's; a strangled gasp leaves his mouth. He's already so close.
"Blaine... Blaine - want you, please," he whines, thrusting his hips up harder against his boyfriends.
"What, baby? Tell me what you want," Blaine growls out above him.
Kurt works his hands between them quickly, the pressure of his jeans is too tight around is cock, and he sighs in relief once he has them undone. "Want you i-in me, please, please, please."
But then the weight from above him is gone and Kurt almost cries out in frustration. Blaine moves off of him and sits down next to him at the end of the bed, his head cradled in his hands, chest heaving. Kurt doesn't move for a while, just blinks stupidly trying to figure out what just happened.
"Wh-what?"
"Oh, Kurt." Blaine turns around to face him, his words are still slightly slurred but his voice is serious. "I'm sorry, I don't wanna push-push you."
"What?" Kurt dumbly repeats, struggling to concentrate. "Push me?"
"I love you, but want your first time - our first time to be perfect. Not while we're both drunk."
It's all completely blank after that, and Kurt groans into his hands as last night comes rushing back to him.
"Oh, god..."
"Kurt? What's wrong?" Blaine comes back in the room, obviously concerned.
"Oh, god. Last night - Blaine, I'm so sorry."
Blaine sighs. "How much do you remember?"
"We came back here and..." Kurt breaks off again, cringing. "I'm so sorry."
Blaine grabs his hand and leads him over to the couch. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry, I mean, last night is still a bit of a blur, but I remember us almost doing something that you're probably not ready for."
Kurt blushes and resists the urge to cover his face with his hands. "You stopped it though; I was the one that asked."
"I was the one that promised no alcohol," Blaine jokes, trying to make Kurt smile. "I love you," his voice becomes serious again, eyes shining. "You have nothing to be sorry for, I am so happy that you're here with me, and I'm not that kind of guy to take advantage of you while you're drunk. I don't care about sex, as long as I have you."
Kurt takes a shaky breath wondering to himself once again how he got so lucky. He never thought Blaine would ever be like that - pressuring him, but it had been something he had always been worried about... That he was an inexperienced boy from Ohio and when he did get a boyfriend things would be expected of him. Things he may not have been ready for.
He grabs Blaine's hand, hoping to portray how much that means to him. "Thank you." Kurt had been a little worried that Blaine didn't want to have sex with him. He bites his bottom lip and quietly he asks, "Do you... do you not find me sexy?"
Blaine scoffs out a laugh. "Seriously?" he asks as if Kurt has just asked the most ridiculous question ever. "You are so, so sexy. Especially when you bite your lip." Kurt blushes again and stops biting his lip. "I have a hard time keeping my hands off of you."
"I'm glad we didn't last night. Not because I'm not ready, but because I'm glad our first time wasn't because we were turned on and drunk. I am ready." It's something he's been thinking about for a while now. "Maybe not for everything right away, but I'm ready for... more."
Blaine smiles widely. "Okay, okay," he says more to himself. "How about we just let things happen, tell me if anything goes too far. And even if you're not ready, that's fine. Now come on, I am craving grilled cheese."
"But we've just eaten!" Kurt argues.
"I'm still slightly hungover and I need grilled cheese," Blaine says, offering Kurt a hand to pull him up. "Come on," he stresses again, playfully kissing Kurt on the mouth.