Authors Note: Season 2 Klaine. Based off of the episode Blame It On The Alcohol.
Blame It On The Berry
"I'm fine." He slurred as they helped him up the steps. "Really, I'm good. You don't… have to…" He trailed off, falling forward slightly.
"Come on, Blaine, one foot in front of the other." The boy next to him ordered, laughing nervously as he grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from face planting into the step. The last thing they needed was a drive to the emergency room over a broken nose. He didn't need another reason for The Warbler council to kick him out, damaging the lead singers face, let alone his nose, just might lead to expulsion from the entire school. Especially with regionals only weeks away.
In hindsight, the night was just one big regretful mess and he just wanted to forget about it all, crawl into bed, have a good cry, and fall asleep. But he had to deal with the mess he made, which meant dealing with his drunken hot mess of a friend. The same supposedly gay friend he was madly in love with, that hours ago had his perfectly sculpted lips all over the mouth of his ex-arch nemesis, Rachel Berry. Not having to dealing with her conceited nature on a daily basis made him not so hostile towards her, but she crossed the line tonight, possibly screwing up his second shot at a relationship. If he was Quinn Fabrey, he'd bitch slap her into next week, but he'd have to go with scathing looks and well-timed sarcastic remarks until she groveled at his feet for forgiveness. If she ever did.
Tonight was so fucking perfect; he felt like he needed to apologize to everyone, even though he didn't do anything. He didn't even drink. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, Finn. I would not have blackmailed you into this in the first place if I knew he was going to be such a mess."
"Don't worry about it, Kurt." Finn sarcastically replied, hoisting Blaine up another step, only to have his knees buckle, almost sending all three of them down the stairs. "You know I love spending my nights like this. Why are we carrying him upstairs anyway, can't we just leave him on the couch?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, annoyed that he'd even have to have this conversation, letting go of Blaine to throw his arms up in dramatic fashion. "What if he rolls over onto his back while he is asleep and throws up with nobody around to help him, huh? People die from that, they choke on their own barf; Mrs. Pillsbury drove that into my head last year after I threw up all over her Wal-Mart loafers. I can't kill the lead singer weeks before regionals, even if Rachel Berry sucked his face off right in front of me and I'm still emotionally scarred from the whole ordeal. They'd put me in front of a firing squad while they doo wop taps or worse, they'd make me wear non designer shoes."
"You know, I'm still here." Blaine incoherently mumbled, falling onto Finn, who caught him before he took a spill down the stairs.
Finn's face strained in pain, almost losing Blaine as he hoisted him back up. "Kurt, this is really dangerous, we have to get him up the stairs. I feel for you, I do, but if our parents wake up, we are in deep shit."
"Alright fine!" Kurt agreed, grabbing ahold of Blaine to attempt to climb the rest of the way up.
After reaching the top they both breathed a sigh of relief, walking the rest of the way to Kurt's room.
"You need any more help?" Finn asked, leaning against the door frame, breathing hard from mostly hauling the Warbler up the stairs.
"I should be fine from here." Kurt replied, laying Blaine down on the bed to remove his shoes. "You should get some sleep."
"Yeah, I'll see you in the morning." He said, walking down the hallway with a yawn escaping his lips.
Kurt tucked Blaine into his bed, going into the adjacent bathroom to change into his favorite blue satin pajamas. Too tired to cleanse, he left the bathroom to make a bed on the floor for himself, grabbing Finn's old sleeping bag from the hall closet.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked from Kurt's bed, sounding slightly sobered up, but Kurt knew that wasn't the case.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making my bed." Kurt responded, tossing Finn's old sleeping bag on the floor. A layer of dust kicked up from years of sitting in a closet at Finn's old house. He coughed as he swatted at the dust that attacked his face.
"There is room." Blaine patted the space next to him in bed. "I don't bite. Besides, people don't go camping indoors, that's silly."
In Kurt's mind, a million things ran through at once, none were appropriate and involved filthy, filthy things even he didn't know he could think up. Blaine 'Warbler' Anderson asked him to sleep with him, fully clothed, but still. Sleep. In the same bed. With Blaine lying just a few inches away. If this was a cartoon, his head would've exploded and he had to remind himself to breathe. But Blaine was drunk; he couldn't do that, not when Blaine was thinking on the same level with Britney Peirce. The indoor camping comment made him cringe for both of them.
"I can't." He denied sharply, shaking the dirty images out of his mind as flashbacks from the nights spin the bottle replayed behind his eyes. How he wanted to set his mind on fire right now, wishing he had just said 'fuck it' to impressing Blaine. He might have thrown up all over Rachel Berry's Oscar Party Basement, like he did to poor Mrs. Pillsbury, but it would have been a welcomed distraction to the shit he had to sit and watch instead.
He rolled out the sleeping bag, thinking about the uncomfortable sleep he most likely was going to get on the floor. Looking from the bag to the bed, Kurt weighted the options as Blaine was attempting to give him bedroom eyes, which made him look like he needed to use the bathroom, then sexy, but that could mostly be because Kurt was annoyed at him. Or Blaine was drunk, either one. Which made Kurt think for a second. Why was he mad at Blaine? Was he allowed to be? Sure, he made out with Rachel in front of him, but Blaine never said he wanted to be with him. He never said he wanted to be his boyfriend. In fact, Blaine made a point of telling Kurt he just wanted to be his friend. Kurt really had no right being mad at him, but he was pissed. Jealously coursed through his veins like blood vessels. Why on earth did she always get involved?
Kurt let out a deep breath in an attempt not to throw things as he fiddled with the sleeping bag.
"Are you mad at me?" Blaine asked, almost as if he was reading his mind. "Because I think you're mad at me. You are making that face my Aunt Sally makes when she eats too much cheese. Aunt Sally isn't allowed to eat cheese. It makes her fart."
"No." Kurt lied, unzipping his sleeping bag with such a force he was surprised the zipper didn't break off. "I'm not mad at you. And ew."
"That thing is a dust farm, just get in bed." He parted the sheets for Kurt, scooting over for more room, almost falling out of the bed in the process.
Kurt looked down at the sleeping bag one more time; almost sure he saw something move inside of it. He quickly tossed it in the hallway before shutting his bedroom door, climbing into bed to join Blaine.
"No funny stuff." Kurt warned.
At first, he thought it was normal, sleeping in the same bed with a boy. He could deal with it. Just like how he pulled off sharing a room with Finn before they moved. That was, until he felt Blaine's arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. His body began to hum with the same feeling he always got when the brown haired boy would touch him, but something didn't feel right. He tensed up when he felt Blaine's breath on his ear and his back touched Blaine's chest. Sure, they would both shamelessly flirt with one another while at school, but that was different. Blaine was sober then and knew boundaries, but drunk Blaine obviously had none. Kurt tried to roll away, but Blaine had a good grip on him, letting out a small squeak when he felt Blaine's breath on his neck. He felt a bolt of electric trickle down his spine.
"You smell good." He breathed out, his lips gliding along Kurt's neck. "Really good. You always smell good. Like vanilla."
Kurt's breathing hitched in his throat, knowing it was a bad idea to be enjoying this and as much as he tried not to, his body betrayed him. He found himself turning around to face Blaine, who slowly started to kissed up his neck, to his chin. He tried to think up words to protest, but he could not get them past his mouth. What Blaine was doing just felt too damn good to rebuke. Instead, he gave into what Blaine was doing, surrendering every inch to him.
"Ugh, Blaine." He mumbled slow and raspy, leaning into every kiss, wishing himself to not wake up from this crazy, crazy dream.
"I know I may not be really obvious to all of this." He said between butterfly kisses. "But really, Kurt, there is just something about you that just…" he paused for a second, looking at Kurt's lips. "Draws me to you." He finished.
Kurt knew he probably should have shoved Blaine off of him and gotten out of bed to sleep on the couch downstairs, but when Blaine crashed his lips down on his, he couldn't move. He would hate himself for it in the morning most likely, but Kurt Hummel had needs, very demanding needs. Every bit of him quivered with want as they sloppily kissed, breathing hot and heavy every time they parted only to have the other continue with muffled gasps. They pulled at each other's clothing and next thing Kurt knew, Blaine had the buttons to his pajama shirt undone, his fingers caressing Kurt's pale skin. He gripped at the small of Blaine's back, scrunching his sweater as he pulled him forward more, causing Blaine to grind up against him. He let out a small moan that made Blaine deepen the kiss more than Kurt thought was humanly possible, tangling his fingers in Blaine's short mop of curly hair as Blaine did the same.
Kurt knew he was taking advantage of Blaine by allowing this to go on, when the other was clearly not sober enough to understand what he was doing, but he was just too selfish right now. He spent the night watching his crush make out with his ex-rival and now that said crush couldn't keep his lips off of him, Kurt wanted to savor the moment for as long as it lasted.
However, it didn't last long as Blaine kissed down his cheek and promptly fell asleep in the crook of his neck, his hands still tangled in Kurt's hair, leaving Kurt speechless and fully awake. A small tear slid down his cheek as the realization dawned on him that Blaine was mostly not going to remember this and Kurt didn't know if he wanted to remind him or not. Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder, slowly letting the mortified and guilt-ridden sobs take over.
…To be continued…
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