~I don't own GLEE, if I did, it would be called The Klaine Show.~
Kurt Hummel was finishing his history paper when his cell phone rang. That should have been his first clue. It was nearing 1 am.
"Hello?"
"Heeeey Kurt!" Blaine slurred on the other end.
"Blaine, where are you?"
"At Puckerman's house... His house is so tiny!"
"Are you drunk?"
"No... Maybe... Heh heh heh..."
"Blaine it's really late."
"No! Kurty don't hang up, I need you to come take me home!"
"Blaine, it's late, I'm tired..."
"But Finn can't drive, because he passed out on the couch, and Puck can't drive cause he locked himself in the bathroom and is singing songs from Fiddler on the Roof, how does he even know those? And I can't dr- drive either, because I'm drunk."
"Alright, fine. I'm coming to get you, and Finn."
"Ok!" A thump was heard on the line.
"What was that?" Kurt asked.
"Finn fell off the couch. He's still alive, I checked."
"Ok."
"Drink L'Chaim, TO LIFE!" Kurt heard Puck screech from the bathroom.
"Stay there. I'm coming." Kurt hung up, and drove to the house. When he arrived, he saw Blaine sitting on the floor next to Finn, who was completely out of it.
"Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. How swiftly go the years..." Puck shouted from the bathroom.
"Blaine help me get Finn into the car." Kurt grabbed Finn's legs.
"Kurt! Kurt you came to love me!" Blaine shouted, and hugged him.
"Blaine, not now." Kurt shoved him off.
"Kurt!" Blaine whined.
"Blaine help me." Kurt struggled to lift Finn. Blaine grabbed his arms, and they managed to carry Finn to the car.
"Let me just write a note to Noah, to let him know that I took you two." Kurt scribbled something on a piece of paper, and then drove the group back to his house.
"What were you doing at Puckerman's house?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"We were playing Black OPS..." Blaine sang, giggling.
"Right... And Noah just happened to have alcohol."
"Yeaaah."
"And you all drank it. No one bothered to be designated driver."
"Nope." Blaine smiled as if he had done something good. He looked like a puppy who expects a treat after peeing on the rug.
"Blaine, it's much too late to be driving you home, so you'll have to sleep here tonight." Kurt explained, after the boys had dragged Finn up to his room.
"YAY! Sleepover! Let's get naughty Kurt!" Blaine shouted, jumping up and down. Kurt was glad his Dad and Carole were out of town.
"Blaine, you're drunk, and therefore not sane. You're probably going to pass out in five minutes, so as much I'd love to have a naughty sleepover with you, you aren't going to remember most of this conversation tomorrow. I love you, now get to bed." Kurt quite literally shoved Blaine into the bedroom.
"Oooh, getting forceful." Blaine teased.
"Go to sleep Blaine." Kurt went into the bathroom, and prepared himself for bed. When he got out of the bathroom 15 minutes later, he saw Blaine asleep on the bed, snoring lightly. Kurt smiled, and crawled in next to him.
"Goodnight Blaine." Kurt kissed his cheek, and fell asleep himself.
-Fluffity fluffy fluff. Drunk!Blaine-