A/N: Hi! I'm new here, and this is my first fanfiction ever. Also, English is not my first language, so there are probably a couple of mistakes. :S
I appreciate constructive criticism, but please be nice! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. Just borrowing them :)
Enjoy!
"Whoops! Sorry ma'am." Kurt watches as Blaine stumbles clumsily into Rachel.
The off-balance posture; check.
"Oh m' God. Think 'm gonna be sick…" The younger warbler makes a dash for the Berry's red-tiled bathroom.
The vomiting; check.
"Heeey Kurt! How's m' fav'rite little Warbler? Th't party w's soooo fun!"
The slurred speech; check.
"Mmhh. Kuuurt. Blainey needs a BIG hug fr'm his fav'rite little Warbler!"
The touchy-feely-ness; check. The last three Tequila shots were too much, there is no denying that.
Blaine clings to Kurt with all his weight, almost makes him lose his balance. But oh well, Kurt's not complaining. He really hopes though Blaine won't remember this incident; that would just be awkward for both of them. They're not at the stage of relationship where hugging is appropriate. Not yet, Kurt thinks with a smile on his lips.
The grip on Kurt's shoulders doesn't let up, not when they shuffle through the door and say bye to Rachel, who is only half-coherent herself and tries to sneak one last kiss on Blaine's forehead, and not even when Kurt tries to maneuver the drunk boy into the back seat of his black shiny truck. Blaine manages to trip over his own feet, and because he's still hanging onto Kurt it sends them both falling into the back seat. Kurt is so close to Blaine he can feel the hot, shallow breaths on his cheek. It would be so easy to bend down another two inches and kiss Blaine… But no. Kurt shakes his head to himself. It wouldn't be right to take advantage of a drunk guy, and what if Blaine remembers everything? No, Kurt just can't take that risk, so he settles in the driver's seat and hopes Blaine's not going to throw up on the precious leather interior.
When they arrive at the Hummels' house, Blaine is fast asleep. Kurt debates on carrying the boy, but he is convinced they are both going to fall down the stairs so he decides to wake him.
"Blaine? Wake up, we're here."
"Huh? Where are we?" Blaine mumbles, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"We're at my place. You were too drunk to drive and I couldn't just leave you there, could I?" Kurt whispers in Blaine's ear. After a pause, he adds, "Are you okay to walk on your own?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah," Blaine answers and stumbles out of the car. He almost makes it to the front door, but when there's only a couple feet left he sways dangerously. Kurt's there to catch him.
When they have finally made it to Kurt's room, the taller boy gently loosens the tight grip of Blaine's arms that are curled around Kurt's neck, and slowly lowers him to the mattress.
Kurt places a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol on the nightstand; then he shoves his purple trashcan closer to the bed, just in case Blaine throws up again. When he's done he settles on a chair next to the bed. Blue eyes watch over Blaine until dawn.