AN: SURPRISE! EXTRA CHAPTER! So this chapter is more of a filler, and there's going to be a change of plans for a few chapters. These upcoming chapters (about two or three I think) will all be in Kurt's perspective. It'll make more sense as the story plays out. And alrighty, I believe there is some celebrating to do. This story have over 1,000 views and more than 350 visitors. You have no idea how much this means to me. I literately flailed this morning when I saw these stats. Thank you guys, so much. I love each and every one of you, especial my followers. You all mean the world to me. So here's another chapter!

Chapter Eight: Hangover

Kurt's Perspective

I groaned at the light in my room, rolling on my mattress to bury myself further in the covers. But that didn't help at all, because instantly my head flared with pain. "Fuck." I muttered under my breath while clutching my forehead with my hand. Puck came into my room without even knocking and threw something at me. I fluttered my eyes to adjust to the brightness and looked at what he gave me.

"Pain killers. Take about two of those now, two more in about 8 hours. You'll be fine." Puck said with a smirk. "You really got some yesterday, didn't you?" he teased.

I frowned at his kind gesture, it wasn't something I was used to when he came over to hang out with Finn. Though I didn't question it and thanked him, stretching slightly so I could get out of bed. "And wait, what do you mean I 'got some'?" I said in a confused tone, groaning loudly when I stood up. It's going to be a long morning. I slumped to the bathroom and Puck leaned on my closet laughing with a broad smirk on his face.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" he teased and I sighed. I can barely walk, Puck, and you expect me to vividly remember what all happened yesterday? I sent him a specialized bitch-glare and he raised his hands in defeat. "Easy there, Kurt. It's just that you made-out with two chicks, you and Blaine were sucking faces for quite some time, and you whisked him away to the bedroom. Remember anything crazy happening?" he asked with that devious smile still on his face.

I dropped the pill bottle in alarm. "No way. Blaine and I kissed? What?" I asked incredulously.

He rolled his eyes at my question. "Ask Finn, you guys were practically inseparable after that first kiss. Then Finn found you sleeping alone in Rachel's room, drove you home at around four."

"So Blaine and I didn't… thank God." I sighed in relief, reaching down to grab the bottle of pain killers again. I picked them up and took two out, popping them into my mouth, and washed them down my throat with a Dixie cup of water.

Puck shrugged. "You'll have to ask him, he only had one beer and wasn't as smashed as you totally were, dude. By the way, the New Direction chicks think you're pretty hot. Quinn and Rachel agreed you're the best kisser." He announced, making my cheeks flare with a wild blush.

"Great, my first actual kiss with a guy upon choice was from Spin-The-Bottle with a guy I met a few days ago. He's probably freaked out." I sighed, worried that I scared Blaine off. I pulled out my phone and decided I'd better text him about it.

Puck turned on his heels, heading towards my door, showing practically no signs of a hangover. "So that's all I came to tell you about, good luck with the hangover, man. Bye." He states simply and left my room.

I turned back to my phone and pressed Blaine's name on my iPhone 5, and sent him a quick text.

"So sorry about what happened yesterday. I was stupid, karma got me back with this killer hangover. Want to hang out later? – Kurt"

I put my phone on vibrate and shoved it back in my pocket so I could work on my moisturizing routine. Late two nights in a row, your skin probably hates you right now. I sighed and scrubbed my skin, trying my best to cleanse all the pores. It took me about two hours to get myself presentable, and everything was a slower process, due to my damn hangover. Then, when I was putting my phone into my new pair of jeans, I checked the screen for any messages. None. Blaine was always a fast replier, he hasn't texted me back in two hours.

That had me worried, so I bit my lip and pressed call on his contact. It rang… and rang… until it hit his voicemail. No. Maybe we did go too far, I crossed the line with my stupid choice to drink like a madman. I called him one more time, just to see if he possibly missed the previous call, but I hit voicemail again, and I couldn't help myself from shaking in fear, I texted him again, hoping it was just the fact that he didn't want to talk in person.

"Please text me back, Blaine. I don't want to lose our friendship. – Kurt"

Another hour of pointless waiting and no reply. But then my dad walked into the room, holding the home phone in his hand. He was shaking and his eyes were watery. "Kurt, phone's for you." He spoke shakily, handing me the phone.

In a worried tone, I said, "This is Kurt."

"Hello Kurt, we are sorry to inform you that Blaine Anderson is in the Lima Emergency Hospital."