Skin On Skin

Chapter 3

Mercedes nearly choked on her coffee.

"What? No!" She put her cup down on Kurt's bedside table, and then in varying degrees of emphasis and pitch she continued. "No! No! Noooooo!"

It was early and Kurt was nursing a slight hangover. Mercedes had stormed into his room to demand why he had gotten home so late, and why the hell he hadn't texted to tell her where he was. She had also been more than eager to hear about his 'meet and greet' with Blaine Anderson. Oh, did he have a story to tell her! Mercedes was his best friend in the whole world and she would be the only person he would share all the details with.

Right now she was poised on the edge of his bed, her mouth hanging slightly open as her head went back and forth between her autographed photo in one hand and Kurt's new VIP ticket in the other. Kurt pulled his legs up to his body and hugged himself, worried that she wouldn't believe him.

She leaned forward and stared at him intently. "You didn't?!"

Before he could even respond, Mercedes stared back down at the message that Blaine Anderson had clearly scrawled across the surface of the photo. She looked back up at him. "Are you messing with me?" And again, before he could respond, Mercedes answered for him. "Of course you're not messing with me! You. Made. Out. With. Blaine. Anderson?! Blaine Anderson the rock star!?"

Kurt shrugged and held his hands up in submission. He still couldn't believe it himself. Last night seemed like a foggy dream, even though it had only happened - he quickly glanced at the clock sitting on his nightstand - five hours ago. Kurt closed his eyes and a quick flash of Blaine Anderson's face, right in front of his, made him jolt. He breathed deeply trying to steady himself, but he was sure he could still smell a hint Blaine's cologne mixed with a soft waft of Blaine's own personal delicious scent. He could even feel Blaine's hot breath on his neck all over again.

Kurt involuntarily shuddered. Holy crap, he had made out with Blaine Anderson! Yes, it had actually happened. His lips and Blaine Anderson's lips, his tongue and Blaine Anderson's tongue, his di...

"Did you get any other tickets?" Mercedes asked hopefully, interrupting his thoughts.

Kurt shook his head and Mercedes nodded not really fussed that she wasn't going to be able to join him. She placed the photo and new ticket back down on the bedspread in such a manner that anyone would think they were the most expensive and valuable items in the world. Actually, that wasn't far from the truth. Kurt couldn't think of anything else he would rather have on that bed right now, other than a very naked Blaine Anderson spread out all over it of course.

"But you didn't actually..." Mercedes began curiously. Kurt twisted his head when she paused, wondering if she was really going to go there and ask, "sleep with him?"

"No."

She looked disappointed. "Did you ...you know..." she paused dramatically, "At least get to see the goods?"

"Mercedes!"

"Oh man! Come on, you get all down and dirty with Blaine Anderson in a dark room and you don't even grab a glimpse of the merchandise?"

"Like you just said, it was a dark room."

Mercedes shook her head in disbelief. "I'm so disappointed in you," she mocked playfully.

Kurt grinned slyly. "But I sure did get to feel the goods."

Mercedes' face dropped and then her head flung back and she burst into a loud peal of laughter. Kurt enjoyed her merriment. They used to do this quite often, sit in each other's rooms and gossip about each other's love lives. But he had been so down and out of sorts recently, hiding from everyone and himself. It had been a long time since they had done this.