A/N: Helloo guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I was busy with my books on wattpad but you know, i'm here now! I tried to make this chapter long but you know, that didn't really happen... Enjoy the chapter! Something really... surprising happens at the end! Make sure to review, favorite, and follow this story for more updates in the future! RFF gives me juice to my story and i'd really appreciate it if you guys R,F,F this story!

Kurt's POV

I open my eyes to the sound of snoring. For some reason, I had the best nights' sleep of my life. I take a deep breath and stretch my arms but someone was in the way. I look down to see a sleeping Blaine who isn't awake yet. I smile at how cute he looks when he's asleep. His mouth slightly open and his curls released from that barrier he calls hair gel. When I look down at our position, I freeze.

It was like me facing up with Blaine lying faced down directly over my body with his head resting on my chest. His arms were wrapped around my shoulders and my arms were wrapped around his back. My right leg was in between his legs and even though my body was burning over extreme heat, I couldn't get out of this position. It was way too comfy.

So I did what anyone would do and I went right back to sleep. I didn't know how we got in that position but I wasn't complaining.

Around ten minutes later, I slur to the sound of cameras shuttering. Me, remembering the position I'm in, my eyes shoot open and I prop up. When Blaine feels sudden movement, he opens his eyes, looks around and jumps out the bed. My body suddenly felt cold but cameras began to snap again and I look around the room and I happen to find four boys smiling at us, two of them have cameras snapping. Then my world comes to focus and I scream.

"Jeff, Wes, Nick, and David, what the hell are y'all doing here?"

"The more important question, what are you doing here?" Wes asks, smirking as he looks between me and Blaine.

"You have no business in Kurt's home! And if you dare but those pictures anywhere I swear I-"

"Relax Blaine."

Blaine sighs loudly and looks at me. My face gets all hot and red and he says,

"Kurt, this is Wes, Jeff, Nick, and David." He says, pointing to each of them when he announces their names. They all wave when he says their names.

Wes then pulls out his camera to snap another photo and Blaine throws one of my pillows at him but Wes dodges it.

I bury my head in the pillow that was in my lap and groaned. This is not how I wanted this to go.

"B, we haven't seen you in forever! You didn't tell us that you're ga-"David says, but gets cut off by Blaine.

"I'm not gay!" Blaine shouts, getting more frustrated by the minute.

"Alright, I'm sorry!" He says, holding his hands above his head in surrender. I look at Jeff and Nick who's holding hands. I'm guessing that they're gay.

"Look, I'll meet you guys at the Lima Bean in an hour, so we can catch up." Blaine says, shooing his warbler friends outside my room. Although I was glad they were leaving, I was worried what would happen after Blaine closes the door. He's going to want to talk about what happened last night. When Blaine shuts the door and turns around to look at me, he smiles. Which was such a surprise, I almost peed my boxers.

"Well, sorry about that. I know it's not the ideal way to wake up in the morning." He says, as dapper as usual.

"Uh, he-he it's okay." I say, scratching my head. I know we are going to have to talk about what happened some time and I would rather deal with it now than later.

"So, about last night…"

"So, I have to head home. You can come to the Lima Bean with us if you'd want." Blaine says, gathering his things. I noticed that he was still in my clothes and damn it, I forgot to wash his.

"Blaine, Y-"

"We'll talk about it later." He says leaving my room, I heard him say goodbye to my father and then he left.

I sigh loudly and lean back on my bed. It smells like him.

Blaine's POV

Oh my God.

Oh.

My.

God.

How the hell, how in the fucking hell did this happen? No, I need to tell Sarah about this. The bad thing is that I actually had a good night sleep. No, this isn't right. This is not right at all. Hopefully my group of misfits deleted the photos. Probably not likely… but I know they're not that childish to post it.

When I reach home, I open the door to see that my dad was standing right there, in front of the door as if he was waiting for me to come home.

"Where the fuck were you?"

"I- Um, The weather was bad and-"

"That's no excuse. Where were you? You were that faggot right?"

"Don't call him a- that…"

"I'm just saying it as it is. How dare you hang with him? What, did you have sex with him?"

"Dad, fuck off!"

"Watch you language, son!"

"How the fuck are you going to tell me to watch my language when you need to watch yours? No, I didn't have sex with him because I am not gay!" I yell, running to my room and slamming the door. I walked around my room in circles, trying to calm myself down. I clenched and then unclenched my fist in orderly fashion.

I checked my phone, 3 missed calls from Kurt.

I threw my phone on my bed and walked to my dresser so I could change into more presentable clothes. I pulled out a black polo and yellow capris. No bowtie right now. I wasn't in the mood. I quickly changed and fast walked downstairs to find my mother on the end of the stairs.

"Blaine, why di-"

"Nah man, I'm not doing this right now."

"But-"

"We will deal with this when I get home." I say, opening the door and slamming it.

When I get to the Lima Bean, which didn't take time, given the fact that I live so close to everywhere, I saw Kurt getting out of his car. He sees me staring and he walks over to me. I speed up my walking and dash inside, hopping that one of my goblins would be in there but they weren't. I say and I turn around to see Kurt right behind me. I force my smile and find us a table.

I sit down and sigh loudly. I check my phone to see if any one of them texted me but they didn't. Then, all of a sudden, my phone vibrates and at my notifications, it said I was tagged in a post. I close my eyes and bite my lip, nervous at what the post was. I click on the notification and it takes me to a collage. A collage of Kurt and I, sleeping in a rather compromising position. There were 54 likes and a comment that caught my eye, "Oh Blaine, I didn't know you were gay!"

And, "Well, this isn't much of a surprise."

And the caption… that caption…

"Aww… aren't these two adorable?"

Rage and shock took over my body when I saw that Wes was the one that posted it. I dropped my phone of the floor, which cracked into pieces. But I wasn't worried about that right now. I was worried about kicking Wes's ass.

Then, at record timing, Wes walks through the door with a grin on his face. That was, until he saw me. He started backing away and out of the door until I burst out my seat, grabbed him by his collar, and shoved him into a wall.

"Blaine, I-"

"Why would you do something like this to me when I did no such thing to you? My whole reputation is ruined! There's 54 likes on that post!"

"I- I'll del- delete it!"

I raised my fist to punch him but I couldn't. He's my best friend. But that doesn't mean I can't shove him into a wall.

I push him towards the doors with surprisingly opened with David, Nick and Jeff to catch Wes as he flies through the door. I automatically feel bad, seeing my best friend in pain but he caused me so much more. I look at Kurt whose mouth was open wide and his phone clutched in his hand. David looks at me with an angry expression but I ignore it and walk back to my seat and pick up the broken pieces to my phone. I guess I'll have to get a new one. When everyone gathers around and sits down, everyone's eyes were on me.

"What?"

"Look Blaine, I'm sorry."

"Sorry is not going to cut it."

"Look, give him a break, he'll delete the photo and-"

"It doesn't matter. 54 people or more have already seen the photo. He was in no position to post that. I shouldn't have slept in the same bed with Kurt. It was a huge mistake. I had no other choice accept to sleep on the floor and we all know no one would choose that. It doesn't matter if the person was Gay, straight, bi, or lesbian."

When I finish ranting, everyone looks down at the table in regret. I hope they know my social life is now, ruined beyond repair.

"What if I could dispel the rumors? I could say it was photo shopped?" Wes says with plead in his voice.

"Yeah, that could actually work." Jeff says, agreeing with Wes.

"Wait, I just want to know why you did it." I say, looking at Wes dead in the eye, waiting for an answer.

"Remember that time at Nick's party, you got me drunk and you made me sleep on my bed that full of-"

"Full of chocolate, cheese, and vinegar…" I say, finishing for him. I squeeze my eyes shut, remembering that moment very well.

FLASHBACK

The music was blasting so loud, I was surprised the speakers didn't burst. It was Nick's seventeenth birthday and he was on party animal. We all thought it'd be funny if we got Wes drunk because he swore never to drink again because he threw up on Ms. Nightie's shoes. I can't blame him but I knew they'd put me up to the task, given the fact that I'm his best friend.

I squeeze past all the girls dancing on guys and the wasted people passed out on the floor, to get to where Wes was standing at, the alcohol table. I was a little surprised but when I reached him, he was looking at the drinks like it was heaven.

"You want some, don't you?" I ask with a little tease in my voice.

He quickly shakes his head in-denial. "Nah, I swore to-"

"Yeah, but it's just one drink. I'll make sure you won't get drunk." I say convincingly.

He cocks his head to the side, to decide if he should touch one of those drinks again. When he gets like this, I know he chose the choice of yes. I hand him a drink and he takes it from me, eagerly. A little too eagerly for my taste but then, he grabs two shots and downs them both. I smile at the fact that the plan was going successfully. Ten minutes later, he started saying things about how pretty my eyes were and I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder and took him up to a bed we planned for him.

I look at the bed in horror. The bed was soggy with vinegar, cheese, and chocolate syrup. I almost gag but I don't. I look over at Wes who was deep in sleep. I almost feel bad for him but, a prank is a prank. I gently place him on the bed that smelled appalling and quickly dashed out the room.

When I got outside, David, Jeff, and Nick were all waiting for me outside the door and we all chuckle and went back to the party. But, the next morning was a morning we all wouldn't forget. Wes screamed at the top of his lungs. We all snicker in my room where we were all hiding. We all heard running down the hallway as he checked every room and when he was at the room next to mine, we all ran in different directions in my room, trying to find a place to hide. I chose my closet and as soon as I shut the door to my closet, Wes opened my door. We all caught our breathes before Jeff burst of laughing. I smack my forehead at the stupidity of Jeff. Wes, thinking it came from the closet, opening the door to find me.

"Blaine Devon Anderson,"

I grin at his words. He throws me out of the closet and onto the floor and the others jump out of their hiding places. Wes clenches his fist and jabs me in my jaw. I won't lie, that kind of hurt but I was having too much fun to feel the pain. David peeled Wes off of me and I realized he was covered in all that slime that got on me.

"You will regret this Anderson!" He yells, storming out of my room.

END OF FLASHBACK

I nod my head, realizing my actions.

"But this is way worse!" I shout.

"I told you that day that you would regret it." Wes says shrugging his shoulders.

I sigh and look down at the table. Today has been such a day, I don't even understand.

This whole time, Kurt hadn't said a word. I look over at him but his eyes were glued to the table. Then, without warning, he stands up and walks toward the door. I stand up and tried to stop him from leaving. I put my hands on his shoulders but he looks down, tears coming out of his eyes. I lean down to look at his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask with concern seeping through my voice.

Then, unexpectedly, Kurt leans in and captures my lips in a slow motion. I felt like I was next to a poop factory and I wanted to throw up. I jerk back and the kiss stops, his face looking dazed. At that point, I know I shouldn't have, but you can't really blame a guy, I slapped him as hard as I could. It was as if I wanted to slap him into another universe.

Kurt's POV

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Everything was wrong Blaine." I thought to myself. Blaine basically rejected me in his whole group of friends. He keeps saying he's gay but he can't possibly mean that. Being gay has its perks. It means I have a great gaydar and I can sense a gay and that's Blaine. It's that he doesn't want to admit it.

Without thinking, I lean in, grabbing Blaine's lips with my own. For a second, I felt like he was kissing back but he jerks back and suddenly, I felt that alone feeling again. At that point, I know I shouldn't have, but you can't really blame a guy for kissing the guy he's in love with. But it was at that moment that I didn't realize that Blaine would slap me.

His slap caused my face to fly to the left and at impact, tears stream out of my eyes. I run out the door, into my car, and drive to Rachel's house.

I knocked on her door and she opened it with a grin but her grin slowly changed into a frown.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

Funny, that's exactly what Blaine asked me.

"Everything is wrong, Rachel."