A/N: Here's a little drabble I wrote. It's not perfect considering it was only written in half an hour, but I don't want to wait to publish it. :)
Kurt fumbled with his keys, trying to get the right one into the lock using only one hand. The other one was wrapped around Blaine's waist, supporting him so he wouldn't fall. He had decided it was probably a good time to leave Rachel's party when the boy had fallen for the third time this night, nearly cracking his head open on the piano in the corner.
He pushed the door open with his foot and closed it the same way, not daring to let go of Blaine in case he falls again. He really couldn't even stand on his own.
"Hey K..Kurrrt...you have a rrrrrrreallllly nice house..." Blaine slurred as he flopped onto the couch.
Kurt stood above him, staring at him. Was he passed out? "Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
What was he supposed to do? He couldn't leave him on the couch – he could only imagine the look on Burt or Carole's face when they came downstairs to find Blaine sleeping on their living room couch.
He looked at the staircase leading to his room. Oh, god, this is going to be fun.
"Blaine, get up. We have to go upstairs."
Blaine murmured something into the pillow, which his face was buried in. Kurt pulled on his arm. "Let's go."
"But...what about Rachel? The party wasn't even over..."
Kurt fought the urge to cringe at the memory of Rachel and Blaine at the party. "Oh, trust me. It was. Now come on."
Kurt had to practically carry Blaine up the stairs, but eventually they reached his bedroom.
"Your room is so nice...the carpet is so soft..." Kurt questioned what Blaine had just said, considering his shoes were still on and no part of his body was touching the carpet. But he decided to just go along with it.
"Uh-huh. Now go to bed."
Blaine collapsed onto the bed and almost immediately passed out. The other boy changed into his pajamas and climbed into the little part of the bed that Blaine wasn't sprawled out on.
What is he supposed to tell his dad tomorrow? Oh, don't worry, that's just the guy I'm in love with. He got drunk last night and I let him sleep in my bed.
Not to mention the awkwardness of his and Blaine's conversations tomorrow. He wondered if he would even remember tonight and his kiss with Rachel.
Kurt looked over at the boy in bed next to him. Blaine looked so peaceful in his sleep. Between him falling and jumping and running around everywhere, a good amount of his hair gel had fallen out. Dark, loose curls lay across the pillow.
Kurt watched the shallow rise and fall of his chest before he realized what he was doing. It was just like in those romantic (but horribly cliché) movies where they watch their boyfriends or girlfriends while they slept. He found it creepy in the movies, so why was he doing it now? He sighed and turned off the lights. He'll deal with everything tomorrow.