Kurt made his way up the stairs with Blaine's arms around Kurt's waist. Kurt had to use all of his strength to make sure that they didn't fall. Though a thought formed in Kurt's head. Both of them on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, but Blaine was on top.
Oh such joy it gave him. It's only been a month since they started dating, he shouldn't think about this now. The only thing that should be in his mind is getting the drunk Blaine Anderson into his bedroom and leaving him there to rest. He knew Blaine would have a killer hangover later.
"No more drinks for you," Kurt chuckled as he took the last step up to his room.
Blaine chuckled with him not understanding a word Kurt was saying. Bright colors floated around his head from drinking. "Pretty colors," he said. Kurt's lips stretched into a smile.
Kurt opened the door to his room and made his way over to the double bed with white sheets.
Maybe I should take off his clothes first, I mean they are dirty and the sheets are white!
Kurt laid Blaine down on the floor and swiftly began to take off his shoes. Next his pants, then his shirt, all except for his underwear. With every piece of clothing that slid off his body Kurt had to remind himself,
Control, you need control.
Kurt went into his bathroom and came back out with a wet towel.
"I still can't believe you got into a fight. I guess that's what drinking does to you," Kurt whispered. He dabbled the side of Blaine's face where there was a dirt smudge. When Kurt finished he carried Blaine to his bed feeling the warmth of his smooth skin.
Kurt tucked him under the covers. Then he took one more glare at Blaine and flicked the lights off. He quietly climbed into the bed next to Blaine.
Closing his eyes,
Kurt fell asleep.
"Kurt! Carole and I want to talk to you," Burt called making his way upstairs
Kurt didn't budge one centimeter. He was fast asleep and tired from last nights one month anniversary.
Burt banged on the door. He waited for a response, when there was none, so he barged in. He looked in the bed where he recognized the head of his son. The other was categorized as: Curly haired son of a bitch sleeping in my son's bed.
"Carole! Get the gun."
Kurt's eyes flickered open as he sat up straight in the bed making Blaine wake up. Blaine sat up tangled in the sheets next to Kurt not knowing what was happening.
Kurt waved his hands frantically in the air. "No, dad! It's not what you think!"
