A/N: Hello! So this is just going to be a collection of drabbles, the title [Cuddle me up] is sorta from Ed Sheeran's song 'Kiss Me', it's also my tumblr url (cuddlemeup) and it's what most of these drabbles are going to me, fluffy fluffy fluffy. And smut, if I ever get the courage to write that.

So without further ado, I bring you the first drabble. The prompt is: "Blaine getting cuddly!drunk with Kurt after having one or two liquor chocolates."

Kurt rocked up onto the balls of his feet before dropping down and sighing loudly, his breath visible in the chilly weather. He was fighting the urge to just barge into his boyfriend's house; the only thing really stopping him was the fear of walking in on Mr. Anderson and receiving a withering glare in return. Instead, Kurt mustered up enough patience to knock again.

He had waited, rather patiently mind you, for all of twelve more seconds before he heard movement coming from inside. There was a muffled thud and loud giggling before a voice he recognized as his boyfriend called out, "I'm okay!".

Rolling his eyes, Kurt abandoned his manners and let himself in only to be greeted with the sight of Blaine, sprawled across the rug in the entrance, giggling as he rubbed his elbow. "Blaine?"

The boy in question looked up from where he had pushed himself into a seated position, his eyes widening as he recognized his boyfriend, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Kurt! You're here. Kurt. Hi!"

Kurt, who had been in the process of toeing off his shoes, paused to quirk an eyebrow. "Blaine. Yeah, hi. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm great, everything's awesome Kurt. You're here, hi!"

Kurt shook off his coat but before he could put it anywhere, Blaine had gotten to his feet and wobbled over to him, tripping over his own feet and falling forward, right onto Kurt. The taller boy stumbled slightly under the weight but managed to stop his knees from buckling as he slung his arms around his boyfriend's waist holding him up, Blaine draped his own arms around Kurt's neck, burying his face into the soft, pale skin there. There was a slight pause before Blaine broke it with a loud giggle, placing an open mouthed kiss to the skin behind Kurt's ear and earning a shiver in response. "You're my favorite, Kurt. My absolute favorite."

Kurt's confused expression softened slightly and he made to pull away from Blaine but Blaine clung on tighter and Kurt had no choice but to inhale deeply, breathing in his boyfriend because, really, how could he not when his nose was practically buried in Blaine's soft curls?

It must have been a whole minute later that Blaine finally loosening his grip enough to lean back and press his lips insistently against Kurts'. Almost immediately he was thrusting his tongue enthusiastically into Kurt's mouth, tangling it with Kurt's own tongue. Slightly taken aback, though not at all disappointed, Kurt kissed his boyfriend back with as much enthusiasm; he even tightened his grip on Blaine's waist, successively pulling the shorter boy flush against him.

They had barely been kissing for a couple of seconds when Kurt tasted alcohol laced heavily with chocolate and he pulled back from Blaine abruptly. Blaine whimpered slightly and made to chase Kurt's lip but Kurt stopped him with hand on his chest, both of his eyebrows raised. "Have you been drinking?"

Blaine's eyes flew wide open. He was the picture of innocence; wide bright eyes, rimmed with dark lashes, flushed cheeks and parted lips. "No! No Kurt, I swear." He shook his head hurriedly, taking a step back from Kurt. "You hate it when I drink. I didn't, I promise, I didn't d-"

"Okay, okay. Shh, hey, I believe you. Calm down." Kurt murmured, stepping back towards Blaine and placing a soothing kiss on his lips. "You didn't drink. But you're all…woozy. And you reek of alcohol. And chocolate."

"Oh! Chocolate!" And just like that, the worried expression was replaced by an excited one; Blaine bounced on his toes for a second. "Kurt, you have to try these chocolates my parents got for Christmas. They're absolutely amazing. I mean, they were a little bitter at first and they sort of burned my throat but oh my God, they are addicting." And he moaned. He quite literally moaned longingly, Kurt could do nothing but stare open mouthed as his boyfriend dragged him into the living room, plopping down onto the couch and pulling Kurt with him. Blaine reached for the box of chocolates and placed it in his lap and when Kurt glanced into it, he noticed that most of the contents were missing. As Blaine popped another chocolate in his mouth, Kurt picked up the lid, scanning it quickly only to let out a noise of exclamation.

"Blaine! Spit that out! These are liquor chocolates. Jeez. How many have you had?"

Blaine, who upon hearing that his boyfriend wanted him to get rid of the chocolate, squirmed away and accidentally fell off the couch. He giggled loudly again and shrugged up at Kurt. "I don't know. Like five?" He said holding up eight fingers.

Kurt groaned and dropped his head back. "What am I going to do with you?" He asked exasperatedly.

Blaine picked himself off the floor, wobbled precariously on his feet before dropping back down onto the sofa and crawling onto his boyfriends lap. He slung his arms around Kurt's neck and peppered kisses along the skin there. "Love me. Love me forever and ever and ever."

Kurt couldn't keep his lips from tugging into a smile. He straightened up to hold Blaine's gaze, one of his hands reaching up to cradle his cheek and Blaine nuzzled into it affectionately. "But I already love you forever and ever."

"Promise?"

Kurt nodded and leaned forward to press his lips to Blaine's. "Promise." He murmured softly, feeling Blaine's answering smile against his own lips.

"Kurt?"

"Mhmm."

"Will you buy me a puppy?"

"No."

"Will you buy me a bunny?"

"Maybe."

"Cool." Blaine whispered, pressing his mouth to the corner of Kurt's mouth before moving to leave a trail of kisses down his cheek, jaw and neck, finally settling against Kurt's chest and breathing deeply. "I'm tired."

"Then sleep."

"We were supposed to hang out."

"We can do that when you wake up."

"Okay," Blaine said softly, nestling into Kurt comfortable and closing his eyes. "Hey. Hey, Kurt?"

"Yes, Blaine?"

"Do you live on a chicken farm?"

"What? No Blaine, I don't."

"Because you're really good at raising cock."

"Oh my God. Go to sleep."

"Mkay. Love you."

"Love you too."

A/N: As always, reviews are love. And prompts are encouraged, either leave them in the review or in my tumblr ask. Lots of love!