AN: Warnings: Attempted non-con (not in this chapter), use of date-rape drugs.
Based on this prompt from the Glee Angst Meme: http :/ glee-angst-meme .livejournal .com/7446 .html? thread=10685718#t10685718 (remove spaces)
Takes place during senior year. Blaine has transferred to WMHS.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
"Remember what we agreed on, though," Kurt reminded Blaine as they slipped their jackets off and hung them up by the entrance to Puck's house, "we both have a two drink limit. Because we are both incredible light-weights, and bad things happen when we get drunk."
"You puke on the Ms. Pillsbury's shoes," Blaine agreed with a little smirk.
"And you suck face with my friends," Kurt retorted with a semi-serious glare.
"Hey! I believe that was friend. Singular."
"Well, let's keep it that way," Kurt teased, planting a kiss on Blaine's cheek. "But we're both going to stick to that tonight, right?" Kurt asked, suddenly serious.
"Of course, Kurt. Two drink limit. I don't break my promises," Blaine reassured his boyfriend, "And you know, seeing as this is my first foray into a, um, 'party Puckzilla-style,' I might be better off not drinking at all."
Kurt giggled. "I always knew you were smart."
"Oh, hey! I see a couple guys from the soccer team. I'm gonna go say hi, okay?"
"Sure, babe," Kurt waved him off, "I'm going to go find Mercedes."
Puck's party was in full swing. Santana and Brittany were grinding up on each other and making out on the dance floor, blissfully ignoring the hoots and hollers of some of the guys from the football and hockey teams. Mike and Tina were cutting a wide swath among the party goers, showing off some daring moves somehow made more impressive in their drunkenness. Quinn, sipping on what was hopefully water, leaned against a wall, chatting up a cute red-headed guy with thick glasses. Puck and Lauren had disappeared half an hour ago, and the place had practically descended into chaos. Kurt spotted Finn holding a very cuddly Rachel on his lap and sank down next to them, enjoying the pleasant buzz from wine coolers swirling around in his head.
"Hey," he yelled to his brother over the loud music, "have you seen Blaine?"
"Kurrrrtttiiiieee!" Rachel screeched before Finn could answer, her hands petting at his arm. "Aw, Kurtie, I'm borreedd. Do you wanna play Socialbles? Mercedes said she and Tina'd play with me if yooouuu did too."
"Kurtie? Really, Rachel?" Kurt quipped back sardonically, but softened his snark with an indulgent smile.
Finn elbowed him and pointed across the room. "There's Blaine," he shouted.
Kurt turned to look and saw his boyfriend leaning against a wall, chatting with two girls, one dressed in Cheerios uniform. Kurt rolled his eyes. Ever since Blaine had transferred to McKinley, girls had been coming onto him, despite the fact that he was out and proud, Kurt's boyfriend, and a member of Glee Club.
"Blaine!" Kurt called, waving him over. Blaine's reaction was a little delayed, he turned his head and swayed on the spot, his eyelids fluttering before he seemed to focus on Kurt. He began to make his way across the room, stumbling and bumping into people along the way. By the time he flopped onto the couch, Kurt was silently fuming.
"Kuurrrttt," Blaine groaned.
"I can't believe you, Blaine! You promised!" Kurt snapped, crossing his arms and staring straight ahead.
"I…feel...Kurt…" Blaine slurred, his head rolling to rest on Kurt's shoulder, but Kurt jerked closer to Finn and Blaine's head ended up in Kurt's lap. He mumbled incoherently against Kurt's thigh.
Kurt leaned down, "This is ridiculous, Blaine. You gave me your word. You knew how I felt about coming here tonight. We both knew there would be alcohol and how you get when you've had too much, and how many of the girls here flirt with you on a regular basis at school…" Kurt trailed off, cursing the alcohol in his system for making him tear up. He blinked rapidly to stop the tears before they started. He wanted to feel angry, not hurt.
"You know what?" He bit out loudly enough for everyone present to hear, "I came to this party to have a good time, not to be constantly shadowing my boyfriend so he won't make out with some random. Come on, Rachel, let's go play Sociables."
"Yaaayyy!" Rachel clapped her hands sloppily, bouncing up and down on Finn's lap as her boyfriend squirmed awkwardly. As Kurt wriggled out from underneath Blaine's head, he couldn't resist one more parting shot, not even looking in his boyfriend's direction.
"We'll talk when you've sobered up, Blaine, and I fully expect there to be groveling."