Party Poison

A/N: This is an alternate universe where Klaine met in college. Also Kurt is younger than Blaine. I know that's not cannon but it makes more sense to me for this drabble.

So yeah, thought I'd try my hand in Klaine. Enjoy!

When Kurt met Blaine, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. He should have known those pretty hazel eyes would hold nothing but trouble, but even if he knew, he wouldn't have been able to help himself. Blaine was the perfect cliché he told himself he'd never fall for, but he was so stunningly beautiful in ways Kurt could never put into words. He was wrapped around Blaine's finger from the start, and when he found out his worst fear, he was already in too deep.

It was the most dramatic of all ironies. Of course the universe would curse him with this beautiful man. It was never simple. Love in itself was a complicated thing, but this was the thing that complicated it all. Kurt had one fear that over ruled all other fears, a fear he'd never been able to shake no matter how hard he tried. The dentist. That was something he'd always hated with a passion and feared to his core. Of course the universe would do this to him, the universe cursed him with the most perfect dental student boyfriend.

Kurt was carful though, Blaine was harmless anyway. He was only a few months into his first year when they met, so he couldn't do anything. However, their relationship bloomed and before Kurt knew it, Blaine was in clinic and he wanted Kurt to be his patient. Kurt, being the brilliant actor that he was, kept his calm and came up with a reasonable excuse. Blaine never suspected a thing, because Kurt was just that good. His reasonable excuses and carefully thought out plans never failed, he was too carful. Even when Blaine graduated and had his own office, Kurt found ways to escape being under his boyfriend's care. Blaine would never find out his secret.

Except, Kurt wasn't exactly on guard tonight. It was late, they were at a party, and he'd drank too much. He usually didn't get this drunk, but one thing led to another and now he was completely wasted. Blaine, being the responsible and loving boyfriend he was, let Kurt let lose and drink too much. He was keeping a close eye on his drunken boyfriend to make sure he didn't do anything too crazy, and everything was good.

At first drinking the alcohol just felt like a warm feeling traveling down his throat and into his stomach. Then as he drank more his entire body felt fuzzy. Tonight he didn't stop there though, and tested his limits. He drank more until walking got hard and his vision was blurry. So now here he was, stumbling around like baby giraffe.

"Kurt, baby. I think you need to sit down for a minute," Blaine suggested, taking Kurt by the shoulders and leading him to a sofa.

"Blaine," Kurt whined. "This is my favorite song."

"I know, but the way you were flailing around I was worried you'd fall over. Just sit here and I'll let you up in a few minutes. I don't want you to fall and break your face or something," Blaine coaxed, rubbing his drunk boyfriend's shoulders.

"If I broke my face that would be sad," Kurt said to Blaine, resting his head on his shoulder. "Don't let me break my face."

Blaine laughed lightly. "I won't let you break your face, Kurt. Though, that would mean I'd finally get to see what you're hiding in there," he teased.

Kurt's mood suddenly changed and he looked like he was sad. "You can't ever see," he said sadly. "Blaine don't say that! You can't see!"

Blaine looked shocked at the outburst. "Kurt, calm down. It was a joke. I'm not. Why are you so upset?"

Kurt shook his head. "Cause you'd make me get it fixed."

"Kurt, get what fixed? What do you mean? Are we still talking about the hypothetical scenario where you break your face?"

"Hurts," Kurt mumbled.

"Kurt, what hurts?"

Kurt shook his head in a frightened manner. "No."

Blaine shook his head now. "Kurt, what does 'no' mean? That isn't an answer. Does your mouth hurt, baby?"

"Only sometimes," Kurt assured.

Blaine cocked a brow at his drunk boyfriend, this information being news to him. "Kurt, why didn't you tell me that you're in pain? I thought you went to someone else for that, wouldn't they have fixed it?"

Kurt was unfocused again. He looked to Blaine with blurry vision. "Huh?"

"Kurt, your tooth hurts?" Kurt nodded his head, as if that was obvious. "Why does your tooth hurt?" Blaine asked.

"Donno. I'm not qualified to answer that."

"Kurt, have you been seeing a dentist regularly?" Kurt shook his head. Blaine sighed, not yet sure what to do with this newfound information. "Kurt, I think you've had enough to drink for tonight. Let's go home."

Kurt let out a whine. "Nooooo, I'm having fun."

"I've got some good wine at home, you can have some of that if you really want it. Please baby, I just want to take you home?" Blaine asked with puppy dog eyes.

Kurt shrugged. "Okay I guess."

Blaine took that as a yes and helped Kurt stand up, saying goodbye to Nick and Jeff and thanking them for the invitation.

"Not to be a party pooper, but we need to talk, you know?" Blaine prompted, helping Kurt buckle into the passenger seat.

"Talk about what?" Kurt asked, sipping on something in a red cup, he didn't even remember what it was anymore.

Blaine climbed into the driver's seat and turned on the car. "About how you've been lying to me about seeing a dentist, Kurt. That's not acceptable. Not to mention that you've said you're in pain. Why haven't you told me about this?"

Kurt looked to Blaine, he was unfocused and still really drunk. "Don't be such a party pooper! Why are you mad at me? I didn't want you to know, duh!"

"Kurt, you're shouting."

"Really? I sound just fine to me."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he drove home. "You're going to let me look when we get home, you realize this, right Kurt?"

"Whaaaat? Why? Wait, look at what?" Kurt asked, confused again.

"You're letting me look at your mouth that hasn't been attended to recently, apparently. I can't believe you got away with that. Kurt, are you scared of me?"

"I'm scared of dentists," Kurt said with a shrug.

"Well yeah, I see that. How long has it been since you've seen one?" Blaine asked calmly, noticing that Kurt reacted to that better.

"I can't even math right now," Kurt said, holding out fingers and trying to count. It didn't work so he gave up. "Probably like 30 years ago."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt, you aren't even that old," he reminded. "If you have to think about it that much then it's been too long. Do you remember around a time? College? High school? Middle school? God, I hope it hasn't been that long."

Kurt thought for a second. "High school. I think around sophomore year."

"Okay, 7 years ago. Could be worse. I think it's pretty safe to say you're overdue. Don't you think?"

"That's not that long. I could beat that record."

"Well, unfortunately, now your loving boyfriend knows and that isn't an option," Blaine countered. "Kurt, does your tooth hurt really bad?" he questioned, opting to get as much information as possible before Kurt was sober again.

"Yeah," Kurt admitted. "Sometimes I really want to tell you because it gets really bad, but then I get scared and talk myself out of it."

Blaine frowned at Kurt's confession. "Why do you talk yourself out of it? What are you so scared of?"

"I can't put it into words right. I just am. It's a strong fear I have. I'm really afraid to get it fixed, and I feel like it would be too hard to deal with. I don't want you to know either, the idea of you knowing is so scary because I know you love me too much to let me be in pain. You wouldn't let me put myself through this." Kurt didn't have much of a filter right now, so he was telling Blaine everything he'd been wanting to tell him.

"I don't want you to worry about that, okay? I love you very much and when the time comes I will help you get through this. You know getting your tooth fixed wouldn't hurt, right?"

Kurt was starting to grow distressed now. "I can't do it. It's too scary. I can't Imagine it happening. Isn't even a possibility."

"I know you'll be able to do it, Kurt," Blaine said gently.

"I'm too scared, Blaine. You don't understand. I've put so much effort into avoiding this. I've put way too much work into making sure you don't find out," Kurt slurred, but now he was crying. "And now you know and you're gonna make me do this and I can't," he sobbed.

Blaine glanced at Kurt and he drove. "Don't cry Kurt, it's okay. Don't worry about it, please. This isn't worth crying about."

"It is though. I have every right to cry about this. It's driving me crazy." Kurt wasn't crying small tears, he was crying pools of tears. It was ugly crying with snot everywhere. He was in hysterics. "It hurts so bad and sometimes it makes my head hurt too and I just wanna die. It's maddening, Blaine. I would die if it wasn't for strong ibuprofen. My liver is probably already failing, I'm gonna die. This is gonna kill me," he sobbed.

"Oh my god, Kurt. You aren't going to die. Your liver isn't failing. Please calm down, you're snotting everywhere." Blaine would have been more gentle with his approach if not for the fact Kurt's crying face was borderline hilarious. It was hard to take him seriously, and this was mostly just drunken hysterics anyway.

"And now I'm getting snot everywhere. I'm so gross, how do you even love me? My nose is leaking!" Kurt sobbed.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that one.

"Now you're laughing at me. You don't even love me," Kurt continued hysterically.

"Kurt, of course I love you. You're drunk, baby. Calm down."

Kurt sniffled sadly. "My nose is producing so much snot that I can't even breathe out of it."

"Then breathe out of your mouth."

"Oh yeah," Kurt countered. He went back to sipping on the cup of whatever was in the cup casually as if the previous breakdown didn't happen.

"Kurt, why are you still drinking that? You should probably stop that before you get sick."

"I'm fine."

"You really aren't. Please stop drinking that. Kurt, give it to me." Blaine held his hand out for the cup.

"No!" Kurt said childishly. He then quickly finished off the cup.

"Did you just...? God Kurt," Blaine mumbled in defeat.

"Blaine, I don't feel good."

"Kurt, if you're going to get sick please don't do it in the car. Roll down the window and puke outside," Blaine said quickly.

It didn't work out as planned and Kurt puked on the window while trying to role it down.

"Of course in my car. Why not my car?" Blaine spoke to himself in a monotone. He gave Kurt a side glance. "Yep. Those are whole noodles. You puked up whole noodles. In my car. You've grossed me out, which is impressive. Didn't think you could do that but here we are."

"I got sick," Kurt mumbled.

"Yes Kurt, I know."

When they got home Blaine cleaned up his car and his boyfriend. He also made Kurt brush his teeth even though given the acids involved in puking meant he should have made him wait longer.

"Kurt, you're still really drunk so I need you to lay here. I'll be right back," Blaine directed, helping Kurt lay down in their bed. "Don't puke again."

"Whatcha doing Blaine-y?" Kurt asked with a slur in his voice. He was laying on their bed and looking at the ceiling. On the way back in his mind got fuzzy again.

"Like I said, I'll be right back. Stay here Kurt." Blaine grabbed a case among a few other things and trailed back into their bedroom. He climbed onto their bed and pulled Kurt into his lap.

"Hum?" Kurt questioned. He looked up at Blaine and smiled cutely. "Hi."

Blaine smiled. "Hi cutie." He pulled on gloves and put on his loupes. They were the fancy kind with a light built in. He silently wondered how Kurt was going to react to this. Though, he seemed to just be really tired at this point. "Kurt, baby, are you tired?"

Kurt made a hum and tried to roll over, apparently he wanted to go to sleep.

"Nope, this is the best time to do this and probably the only time you aren't going to fight me about it," Blaine said, grabbing a few things that he had placed on the nightstand. He doubted Kurt could keep up with what was happening at this point. "Kurt, open your mouth for me."

Even in his drunken state, Kurt didn't like that idea and tried to move away. "Wanna sleep," he mumbled. "Why do you want me to open my mouth?"

"Nope, Kurt. You can close your eyes if you want to, but I need you to do this. Don't worry about it, just open your mouth please," he coaxed, moving Kurt's head back into place. Kurt was falling asleep and wasn't paying attention anymore. Blaine sighed, realizing that Kurt wasn't going to obey. So he took matters into his own hands and helped Kurt open his mouth. "You're going to be so angry when you find out I did this," Blaine whispered to his now sleeping boyfriend. It appeared he'd dozed off for the time being. Blaine went in with a mirror and explorer and started looking around, trying to see if there was something that would be causing Kurt pain.

As soon as he started looking, a certain area caught his attention. Number 3 was broken, a rather large chunk was missing, and it looked like it was really painful. Blaine silently wondered how Kurt hid this from him because it looked like it was ready to fall into pieces. It would make sense that this is what Kurt was referring to. He continued on with the exam and found a cavity on number 2, probably thanks to the problem on the tooth in front of it. It looked like Kurt wasn't able to properly clean this area, it made sense with the broken tooth and all. There was a filling on the opposite side that looked shitty and probably needed to be replaced, but that was all he saw for now.

He was curious about to how much number 3 was hurting Kurt, so he gently scratched at it to see if he got a reaction out of Kurt.

Kurt responded with a flinch and a soft whimper. "Ooooop it," he whined. Kurt then turned his head away from Blaine and rolled over.

"Okay, hide away from me now young nymph. We have something to discuss when you wake up, that's for sure." Blaine put his tools away and helped Kurt get ready for bed, helping him change out of his clothes and such. They fell asleep together and Kurt woke up the next day with a really bad headache. He rolled over away from the sun that was shining through the window with a whine.

"Mmmm, Blaine. I feel like I'm dying," Kurt muttered, holding his head.

Blaine opened his eyes to look at Kurt and had to hold back a soft chuckle. "You drank so much last night. This is the universe punishing you," Blaine teased.

"Ugh, I don't remember anything. I think the last thing I remember was nearly falling over trying to dance to a song. Everything is super fuzzy from there." Kurt now took to burying his face into a pillow. "I had some really weird dreams too," Kurt added.

Blaine hummed. "What'd you dream about?"

Kurt shook his head. "Weird stuff. Don't worry about it," he said quickly.

Blaine smirked to himself. "Okay Kurt, don't tell me. I'll get you some water and pain relievers. If you puke please don't do it on the bed." Blaine got out of bed and scooted a trash can over to Kurt incase he got sick.

Kurt laid there and silently tried to put together what happened last night. He couldn't figure out what was real and what wasn't real though. He got a sick feeling when he remembered, what must have been, a dream from last night. He briefly remembered Blaine scratching at his bad tooth with a metal hook thing. He shook his head with a flinch, settling with himself that there was no way that actually happened. He'd had weird dreams like that before, so that was a strong possibility. No way it happened. His thoughts were cut off by Blaine walking back in with Advil and a bottle of water. Kurt thanked him and took the medicine.

"I can't believe you drank that much. You must be feeling terrible," Blaine commented, crawling back into bed with Kurt.

"I'm pretty sure this is what dying feels like. I will never get that drunk again," Kurt groaned. Currently he had a mind-shattering headache and his tooth was throbbing. Usually his tooth didn't hurt this bad, but today was one of the bad days where it was making him feel miserable. That was, on top of the hangover that was already making him feel super shitty.

Blaine sat there silently, wondering how he was going to bring up what happened last night to Kurt. It needed to be addressed, but now might have not been the best time to bring it up. So he decided that he wouldn't. He didn't bring it up until a convenient moment arose later the following week.

The two were both in the bathroom. Blaine got out of the shower to find Kurt brushing his teeth. Even though they lived together, Kurt was generally secretive about doing this. He was good at avoiding doing it in front of Blaine, except today Blaine finished his shower faster than expected and the two actions overlapped. Kurt felt uncomfortable trying to finish brushing his teeth with Blaine approaching, and his acting skills were failing him. It was too hard to hide how uncomfortable he felt.

Blaine generally wouldn't have overthought Kurt's clear unease with the situation and would have given him his privacy, he wasn't the type to overlook and patronize. He liked to give Kurt his space, but this time he couldn't resist, knowing what exactly was going on in there. So he walked up behind Kurt and spoke. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Blaine asked innocently.

Kurt turned red and quickly finished brushing his teeth to get out of this situation. "No, it's just hot in here. I just had a shower and I'm getting all sweaty again," Kurt spoke nonchalantly.

Blaine hummed, Kurt sounded convincing enough. He would have believed him if he didn't know better. "Well that was hardly two minutes, Kurt. Good dental hygiene is important, you shouldn't rush brushing your teeth."

Kurt was trying desperately to hide how uncomfortable this conversation was making him feel. "I usually don't, I was just getting hot in there," Kurt argued. "I am not your child; it isn't your place to lecture me. I suggest you treat me like your boyfriend and not your child."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're getting mean because you're uncomfortable talking about this," Blaine continued calmly. "Kurt, I know you use anger as a defense mechanism. Why don't you just admit that you're uncomfortable talking about this instead of getting snappy at me when I've done nothing wrong?"

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted. "Drop it," he warned dangerously. He was feeling scared and uncomfortable, and anger was just how he was currently coping with the situation.

"No," Blaine said, still keeping a calm and steady voice. "I know about it, Kurt."

"What the hell are you talking about? Blaine, get off of my ass," Kurt fumed.

"Kurt, you know exactly what I'm talking about," Blaine spoke while he got dressed. "Friday night when you were drunk off your ass, you told me."

Kurt felt his chest tighten and his body grew weak. Blaine couldn't know. He was starting to panic on the inside. "I don't know what the hell you think I told you," Kurt retorted.

Blaine gave Kurt a pointed look. "Oh okay, my mistake. So you don't have a broken tooth right there, right? I made that up?" he said, pointing to his right cheek.

Kurt's face burned red and he was absolutely terrified. However, the extreme surge of emotion came out in a huge wave of anger. "Fuck you!" he snapped. "You had no right Blaine Anderson, no fucking right! That was a total invasion of privacy!" Kurt seethed. He was furious with Blaine and he couldn't stand to be in the room with him for another second. He made a move to walk out but Blaine grabbed his hand.

"Baby, please don't go. Let's talk about this."

"Do not touch me," Kurt growled. He yanked his hand away and glared daggers at Blaine. "I can't believe you'd did that. I hate you. I don't even want to look at you right now." He knew he was being dramatic and he instantly regretted saying that to Blaine.

"Hell Kurt, you're acting like I just told you I cheated. You need to calm down." Blaine still kept a calm voice, refusing to raise his voice and add fuel to the fire.

"This is a big deal to me. You don't understand, you couldn't possibly comprehend how I feel right now. I have every right to be angry at you." Kurt wasn't yelling anymore but he wasn't anywhere near calm.

"Then help me understand," Blaine said gently.

Kurt sighed, but turned back around and sat on the bed to look at Blaine. "It's like that feeling you get when you miss a step or when you feel like you're going to fall off a chair. You know that moment where your heart lurches in your chest? It feels like that, except it doesn't go away after a second. It's a constant state of anxiety that won't go away."

Blaine nodded in understanding. "Kurt, I'm really sorry that you're scared, but I can help you through this. I can't promise you won't feel a little scared, but I can promise that you aren't alone in facing this."

"Just because I'm admitting to you that I'm scared doesn't mean I'm agreeing to let this happen. Blaine, this happening isn't a possibility," Kurt said stubbornly.

"This not happening isn't a possibility. I love you too much to let you hurt yourself like this; all because you're scared. Fear isn't allowed to control you like this. You can't run away from your problems."

"But that's all I know how to do," Kurt said in a small voice.

"I know baby, but you can't run forever. Everything catches up with you eventually, and in your case that means all of your teeth fall out. Now, you're cute and all but I'd say no teeth is a deal breaker," Blaine replied seriously.

Kurt gave him an incredulous look. "Blaine! That won't happen. Stop," he squeaked.

"It will if you choose to never face this. I've seen it happen. You will have to face this eventually, so why not now? I mean, I suppose we can give this 20 more years or so. Getting dentures isn't that bad. Though, for that I'd have to take out all your teeth. Then if you want the type that stay in I have to drill these holes into your jaw bone and screw them-" Kurt cut him off.

"Blaine, shut up or I will puke on you," he threatened.

"Come on Kurt, just admit to yourself that this is unavoidable."

"I know it is! I'm just not going to deal with it now. I can face this later," Kurt excused lamely.

"Nope," Blaine said sternly. "Waiting is just going to scare you more, you know that. Has your fear gotten any better in this time you've waited? I'd say not. Kurt, I need you to trust me."

Kurt looked at Blaine uneasily, trying to anticipate his next move. "I don't," he said honestly.

"Obviously," Blaine mumbled. "Kurt, you can't keep running away from this," he began to lecture again.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes like he was about to say something important. Blaine waited intently, waiting for Kurt to say something. Then within a second's notice Kurt bolted the other way with a hurried, "watch me!"

A/N: Do you like it so far? Shall I continue? Let me know in a review please :D