Into you (a klaine and phan fanfiction)

Chapter 9

The morning after Dan found himself naked, his head resting over Kurt's shirtless chest. He didn't remember anything about the night before; but their bodies naked and tangled together, their clothes scattered around the floor along with a pack of condoms and the hickeys all over Kurt's neck left nothing to imagine.

He couldn't believe it.

His look laid on Kurt. After all the they had been through how could he do something like this? Maybe it's a dream; Dan thought. He had a cold shower, tidied up the room. got dressed, but Kurt was still naked in his bed. Dan moved through the room like a ghost, unable to focus on anything; when suddenly Kurt woke up.

"How?" Dan asked, coldly, trying to control his anger.

"Excuse me?" Kurt didn't remember anything either. Kurt words were only able to increase Dan's acrimony. How could he not remember? He was the author of that obnoxious act. Why was he acting so naive.

"How could you this to me?" blaming Kurt was easier, thinking, persuading himself that he was the one to charge. He was drunk afterall, so drunk that he couldn't even remember what happened. He refused to think that Kurt could have been in his same condition, he refused to think that he could have been the one pushing for it.

Kurt suddenly remembered. The party, the kiss, everything that went after.

"I WAS DRUNK! And you took advantage of me. What kind of person does it? What kind of friend does it?" Dan bursted into silent tears.

"Dan, look, we were both drunk. I wasn't in control of myself" Kurt tried to motivate his acts, but he didn't believe in his words either. He wanted Dan to be his own so bad that his subconscious did everything for him. And now what he thought would be the resolution to all his problems was going downhill. The shorter guy moved towards Dan, trying to calm him down, and placed a hand upon his arm.

"don't touch me! I thought we were friends! I thought you cared! I don't have feelings for you and I will never have!" Dan shouted, crossed, not realizing how hurtful the words leaving his mouth were. "You are selfish and self-centered. How could I like someone like you? How could anyone like someone like you?"

Warm tears of guilt started rolling down Kurt's cheeks. He was right. It was all his fault. And he couldn't do anything to fix it.

Their quarrel was interrupted by a knock on the door. Dan hid in the toilet. It wasn't a great start for a Christmas.

As soon as all of Kurt's tears had been dried, he fixed his hair and opened the door. In front of him stood a giant bunch of red roses.

"May I?" Behind the flowers appeared a curly head and two big brown eyes.

"You are..." Kurt asked, suspicious and disappointed at this new guy for stepping in in such a delicate moment.

"Blaine. I'm Dan's boyfriend" his warm voice was joyful, along with his expression; Kurt would describe him as the incarnation of the Christmas spirit. Blaine stepped in and left the flowers on the chest of drawer.

"Merry Christmas, stranger." Blaine's mouth stretched in a wide smile. He ignored all the pain that one night stand brought.

He had never felt that way before, his heart started beating faster, his lips were now sealed, unable to make a sound, everything around them disappeared. He felt the sudden urge to kiss away the pain that was upon this guy's beautiful blue eyes. This guy he didn't even know; but nothing else seemed to matter.

"Blaine?" Dan ejaculated, surprised. He wasn't expecting his visit.

"Merry Christmas" Blaine finally moved his gaze from Kurt and smiled to his boyfriend. He didn't seem very happy to see him. He moved further, kissing briefily Dan on the lips, trying to get some clarity in the unforeseen confusion the chestnut haired guy had created. The taller guy pulled Blaine in a deeper kiss, trying desperately to feel something.

"Hey" Blaine interrupted the kiss after a while, laughing.

"I've missed you" Dan sais, his eyes full of shame.

In his mind flashed a memory of the night before, he could feel Kurt's cool touch descending down his torso, on his legs, then again up on his bottom; his soft lips gently kissing his stomach.

How could he do this to Blaine? He kissed him again.

Kurt had to look away, their exchanges were like salt on fresh wounds.

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I'm so sorry for this