Title: Free Your Mind (And The Rest Will Follow) (Part 3)
Rating: T
Summary: Klaine AU/charcter swap where Kurt was the lead soloist of The Warblers, and Blaine was the one getting bullied at McKinley. It's the morning after Rachel Berry's house party, and Blaine wakes up to find Kurt in his bed.
Warnings: Un-betaed, as per usual. Some hangover sickness stuff, in case that grosses you out. Also cliff hangers and fluff and stuff.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters from Glee, etc. etc.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who is reading this little story of mine. I'm doing my best to update it, and I keep having some fun ideas, so hopefully, as long as you still want it, I'll still be updating it. If you could favorite or review the story, that would be really great, and thanks for reading!

Blaine woke up to the feeling of someone in his arms. It was hard to say how he knew this feeling when he had never experienced it before, but in the first hazy moments of waking up, he knew it perfectly. It was warm and it was kind and it was something he never wanted to end. But as he continued to blink his eyes open, the warnings being fired to his brain started to become clearer, and he started to wonder what was so wrong about the situation. From what he could see, the boy he had his arm wrapped around was sleeping peacefully, his soft brown hair slightly mussed from moving in his sleep. There was a soft stirring noise from the boys lips and he moved his body back into Blaine's and for the briefest of moments, Blaine could only think of turning the boy in his arms and waking him with kisses.

Then it all sunk in. The soft noises, the perfect porcelain skin, the lush brown hair. The boy in his arms was Kurt Hummel, lead soloist of the Dalton Warblers, and the position they were in now was not the one they had fallen asleep in.

It took a huge amount of self-control not to jump back from Kurt and scramble off the bed like his instincts were telling him too. The sane part of him, however frantic it was right now, was telling him that if he did that, it would only wake Kurt, and things would be much worse if his guest awoke to him screaming and trying to flee the bed.

So, as quietly and calmly as he could, he tried to pull his arms away from where they were wrapped around Kurt's waist. Every time Kurt started to stir, Blaine froze, hoping that Kurt wouldn't wake up and scream, thinking Blaine was trying to take advantage of him or something terrible like that. After a few minutes, Blaine was finally free of his hold around Kurt and he moved more towards his side of his bed, sitting up and letting his head fall back against the headboard with a sigh. He closed his eyes and tried to think of what he was supposed to do next. Before he could come up with something, Kurt was moving, more so than before.

Blaine looked over, watching Kurt wake up. First, his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't really waking up, before they relaxed, still closed. His body started to shift under the blankets, his limbs stretching out and his hand coming up to his face and rubbing there. Finally, he opened one eye, looking around. For a few moments, Blaine could see the confusion as to where he was, followed by a sudden realization and attempt to remember. He tried to sit up quickly, but winced and muttered curses under his breath.

"Are you okay?" Blaine said instinctively, not realizing that Kurt hadn't even noticed him yet. Kurt turned to face him and he let out a small yelp before clasping his hand over his mouth and wincing again. He groaned and rubbed at his forehead, cursing again, and Blaine realized that the pain he was wincing from must be the hangover from the night before.

Kurt whispered something and Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, leaning in and asking quietly, "What did you say?"

"Is there a bathroom I could use?" Kurt asked quickly and quietly. Blaine pointed at the door on the other side of the room, thanking God he had chosen the only bedroom in the house besides the master with an attached private bathroom. The last thing he needed was for his mom or dad to walk in on Kurt in the hallway bathroom.

Kurt got out of bed with another wincing gasp and hurried to the room, closing the door behind him. What followed next was a noise that made Blaine feel a pang of guilt. It was the retching noise of someone vomiting and Blaine instantly scolded himself for not taking better care of Kurt at the party, for letting him drink so much he would be sick. Blaine bit his lip, contemplating what exactly he should be doing in this situation. The gentleman in him was telling him to go and make sure Kurt was okay. He stood, making his way over to the closed door and opening it while softly asking, "Kurt?"

He found the Warbler with his forehead pressed to the sparkling clean toilet seat, and he winced at the sight of the boy slumped over. "Don't look at me," Kurt said quietly, sniffing a little as he said, "I look-" The thought was interrupted by another retching noise and the boy leaned over the toilet more, throwing up again. Blaine, without much thought, went to where Kurt was slumped over and kneeled down, quickly running his hands through Kurt's hair to get it off his forehead.

"It's okay Kurt, you're okay," Blaine said softly as Kurt was sick. When the boy stopped and brought his face up from the bowl, Blaine discretely moved his hand from Kurt's hair to flush the toilet, trying not to let his guilt show too much.

"I look gross," Kurt completed his thought, sniffing again and Blaine thought the boy might start crying.

Blaine shook his head, pushing the hair from Kurt's forehead again and looking into those brilliant blue eyes that gleamed with the possibility of tears. "You don't look gross, you never look gross," Blaine said softly, nodding with sincerity as he added, "You always look beautiful to me."

Kurt blinked his eyes, a flush of color rising on his cheeks as he cast his eyes down, a small smile playing at his lips. "You're lying," Kurt accused, although his tone had a hint of the playful enigma Blaine was used to hearing.

Blaine smiled reassuringly and shook his head, his hand falling to rest behind Kurt's ear as he said, "And you're stunning. Absolutely stunning."

The comment managed to get a small laugh out of Kurt, although that hadn't been Blaine's intention when speaking. He had only been telling the truth, but if that helped Kurt feel better, than Blaine was fine. Kurt let out a sigh and pressed his cheek to the seat of the toilet, his eyes closing. Blaine kept his hand cupping Kurt's face, his thumb rubbing slightly over his cheek. The motion seemed to be calming Kurt, and in turn, calming Blaine as well.

"So did I do anything stupid last night?" Kurt asked a small smile playing on his lips as he demanded, "And don't you lie to me Anderson."

Blaine started to laugh at Kurt, trying to think of how to put into words what Kurt had done during the party. Of course, nothing bad had happened, but Kurt had come onto him while drunk, and it would be improper of him to leave that out. Before he could say anything though, Kurt's eyes snapped open and he looked up at Blaine, asking seriously, "We didn't…did we?"

"Didn't…?" Blaine repeated, confused as to what Kurt wondered what they did or didn't do. But then he thought back to they had woken up, in Blaine's bed without their clothes from the previous night on. "Oh!" Blaine said a little loudly, which caused Kurt to wince. He softened his tone and shook his head, "Oh no no no no we didn't do anything like that. We didn't do anything at all." He raised his hand, nodding and saying quietly, "Scout's honor."

Kurt let out a sigh of relief as he closed his eyes again, exhaling, "Good." Swallowing, he continued in a way that was painfully awkward, "Not that it would be…terrible to do…that with you, I've just never-"

"Me neither," Blaine said, cutting him off to spare them both from that conversation. "Besides, I would never take advantage of someone while they were drunk," Blaine said matter-of-factly, shrugging and saying, "It just wouldn't be right."

That statement brought a small smile back to Kurt's lips, and the Warbler mused, "You are really special Blaine. I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you."

Blaine's heart soared at the compliment, before he realized that might not exactly be a compliment. "That's a good thing, right?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows knitted together as his thumb still lazily stroked Kurt's flawless skin.

"Yes," Kurt laughed softly, "Yes that's a very good thing."

"Good," Blaine smiled down at him. The next few minutes passed without a sound from either of them, Kurt resting on the toilet's seat as Blaine stroked his face soothingly. The silence was comfortable and Blaine thought that Kurt was already feeling better, seeing as he wasn't puking anymore. After a long while, Kurt confirmed Blaine's suspicions, sitting up from the toilet and saying, "I think I'm alright now."

Blaine nodded, standing up and offering his hand down to Kurt. The Warbler took his hand, and Blaine asked, "Are you sure? Do you need anything? Water? Food?"

Kurt smiled at him sweetly, but shook his head. "I'm sure. I'm just going to splash some water on my face, if you don't mind," he said, pulling himself up with the help of Blaine. Blaine motioned to the sink and Kurt nodded thanks. The boy went to the sink and turned the water on, glancing up at the mirror with a frown. "You are such a dirty liar, Blaine Anderson," Kurt addressed him as his hands went to his face, pulling and pushing here and there as he examined himself. "I look atrocious."

Blaine went to stand at his side, glancing in the mirror and shaking his head. "I just don't see it," Blaine said in pretend exasperation. "I mean, I see a wonderful, gorgeous person, but I don't really see atrocious."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, laughing again as he leaned down to splash water over his face and run it through his hair. Blaine stepped back into his room, giving Kurt a moment of privacy to further compose himself. When Kurt stepped back into his room, he looked just as wonderful as ever, and Blaine had to stop himself from further showering Kurt with compliments. "I can't believe I let you see me like that," Kurt said, still speaking in hushed tones because of the hangover. He came lay down on Blaine's bed again, sighing as he closed his eyes and said, "So you didn't answer my question. Did I do anything stupid last night?"

Blaine hummed, sitting down at the foot of the bed as he, again, tried to think of what to tell Kurt. "Well, you obviously drank a lot. You danced and sang a lot too," Blaine nodded, shrugging and dropping his voice a little as he said, "You tried to kiss me."

Every muscle in Kurt's body seemed to tense as Blaine said those words, and Blaine bit his lip, wondering how Kurt would react to the news. Quietly, the other boy asked, "Did you let me?"

Blaine shook his head furiously, saying adamantly, "No no God no. I told you I'd never take advantage of you like that." He realized after the denial that that might have sounded harsh, and he added softly, "Not that kissing you would be terrible…it's just that I've never…"

"Me neither," Kurt replied softly, the same way Blaine had when they had discussed whether or not they had slept together. A quiet moment passed before Kurt sat up, turning to face Blaine and saying softly, "You're really special Blaine. You're so sweet and so respectful and so polite, and I just…I…"

Kurt's sentence trailed off and Blaine was left staring into Kurt's eyes, something in the beautiful blue tempting him, calling him, scolding him that now was the time to make his move. Now or never, do or die. They both seemed to lean in slightly, and Blaine could hear Kurt's breath hitch as they approached each other.

A shrill ring cut in and they both jumped apart, Blaine looking at the door expecting his parents to bust through with a bell screaming "Not in our house!". The source of the ring was not his parents though, no, it was a sound coming from the chair across the room. Kurt cursed, his hand going to his forehead as he begged for the noise to stop. Blaine got up quickly to investigate, hoping to destroy the source of the noise that was causing Kurt pain. When he did finally locate the source of the noise, he was pulling Kurt's phone tucked into the pocket of his coat. Blaine pulled it out and saw a text message from Finn blaring on the screen. He opened the message to stop the noise, finding a message that asked where he was and when he would be home. It said something about Finn covering for him, but he had to get home as soon as possible because his father was growing suspicious.

Kurt asked him to read the message out loud, and Blaine did, wincing at the words as he read them. There was a groan from the bed and Kurt got up, running his hands over his face and saying, "I have to get home. Damn it, I have to get home."

"I can take you," Blaine offered, the rush from the moment they had been having on the bed slowly receding as he watched Kurt in distress. "Your clothes are right here," Blaine said, gesturing to the folded clothes on the chair and adding, "I can take you as soon as your dressed, if you want."

Kurt went to the chair and picked up the folded clothes, smiling at them and then at Blaine. "Thank you so much Blaine, you are just," Kurt let out a sigh, not finishing the sentence as he reached up and touched Blaine's cheek softly before hurrying to the bathroom and changing. Blaine changed as well, trying to get his mind off the fact that he had had a perfect opportunity and that his timing was really the worst.

The bathroom door opened as Blaine found a shirt and he looked over, catching Kurt staring at him as he turned the shirt right side out. "Sorry," Blaine mumbled, pulling the shirt on quickly, before nodding at the pajamas in Kurt's hand, telling him that he could put them on the bed. Without too many words, they made their way out of the house. It seemed that his parents had gone out for a business brunch (another lucky break for Blaine) so getting out was much easier than expected.

The ride to Kurt's house was relatively quiet, the radio playing softly so as not to disturb Kurt in his still fragile state. Neither boy brought up the almost kiss, although it was the only thing on Blaine's mind. When they did arrive at Kurt's house, Blaine turned the car off before exiting the car. Even though Kurt insisted Blaine didn't have to walk him to the door, Blaine saw it as the right thing to do. They walked quietly up to the door, Blaine's eyes glancing over every other step to look at Kurt. When they reached the front door, Blaine put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, smiling as he said, "Well thank you for coming to the party. I think everyone had fun meeting you and had a really good time."

Kurt smiled, laughing softly and nodding. The conversation lulled to a silence again for a few moments as Kurt looked from Blaine to the front door and back. Blaine watched the boy as he seemed to be thinking over something, keeping the smile on his face as he did. With a smile, Kurt blushed and looked at his feet before looking up at Blaine, saying quietly, "Thank you for everything Blaine. I really appreciate it. You are the truest gentleman I know and I…I…" Kurt seemed to be searching for words, but instead of finding them, he leaned in quickly and pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek, a wild flush of color playing over both boys' cheeks. "Goodbye Blaine. I'll text you," Kurt said hurriedly, throwing in a quick wave as he opened the door and dashed inside.

Blaine stood at Kurt's front door for a good few moments, a warmth like no other spreading all through his body even though it was almost snowing outside. When he finally found his legs again, he started the walk back to the car with his hands in his pockets and a huge smile on his face.