A/N- This is a candycrack story I wrote for myself after watching through season 3, episode 5 and it is only meant to be for fun. Do not expect sex because you will not get it. It actually gets kind of depressing, but it's candycrack. Read at your own risk. It's several chapters which I'll post slowly and if it has a good response then I'll think about posting a less cracky Klaine fanfic I want to write.
A KLAINE STORY WITH NO REAL PREMISE-
It's definitely evening, streetlights are going on and sun is going down. Rachel's throwing another party similar to "Blame it on the Alcohol."
When they got out of the car and were heading for the door, Blaine stopped Kurt, took both of his hands and looked at him very seriously.
"Kurt, this celebration is about you. I think you should drink tonight, if you want to."
Kurt swung Blaine's arms back and forth slightly. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't do so well drunk. The one time I tried? Let's just say it wasn't my crowning moment."
"Yeah, but you're older now and you're with friends. You deserve to have some fun."
A high note shrieked out of the house and they both looked up, then smiled fondly back at each other.
"I'm going to have a lot more fun looking after you and making sure you don't do anything untoward to Rachel Berry." Blaine rolled his eyes, smirked, and pecked Kurt on the lips. "Besides," Kurt continued after rolling his lips in to taste where Blaine's had just been and smiling, "I'm designated driver." He held his hands out for Blaine's keys.
Blaine put the keys behind his back, and when Kurt moved closer to reach around him he said, "Nope, I'm designated driver tonight."
"What?"
"Like I said, tonight is about you, and I don't want to do anything stupid around you. Again. Like I always do." Their bodies were very close. Blaine leaned his chest into Kurt's and kissed his cheek, using the movement as a distraction from the keys.
"That's not true… okay, it is true. I'd rather get you home without having to see you all over one of my sworn rivals, but I don't want you to not have fun because of me."
"I will have fun."
"No. I'm not drinking. It's a bad idea. Let me keep the keys."
"Alright. Then neither of us are drinking at Rachel's drinking party." Blaine looked at Kurt very seriously from under his long eyelashes.
This wasn't how Kurt had meant it to be. They'd been looking forward to this party all week. They'd spent the day matching their outfits, (this is a crack piece and the narrator doesn't feel like going into detail but they were super cute), and Rachel had texted him a hundred times last night telling him how excited she was and asking what she should wear and telling him how excited she would be to see them both there and promising not to steal his boyfriend again. He didn't want to let her down by being a party pooper. He didn't want to let anyone down.
Blaine's big puppy eyes had turned into crossed eyebrows of concern. Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's arms, and they relaxed and he took Blaine's hands squeezed them both just below the wrist, because Blaine was still holding right to the keys, then brought them up to his lips and kissed Blaine's knuckles.
"No. Here's what we'll do. We'll give Rachel… no. We'll give Finn the keys and he can lock them up and I will try drinking just a little… if you will too."
Blaine's eyes were on Kurt's hands and he parted his lips to speak but was interrupted.
"Are you two coming in, or are you gonna make-out in the street all night?"
Mercedes had come up the street and was standing just a few feet away, smiling at them. Kurt dropped Blaine's hands and hugged Mercedes. They kissed each other on each cheek like they were already movie stars, and then Kurt held her out at arm's length, looked her up and down and shook his head. "We cannot be seen together."
Mercedes smiled, "You like it?"
"Like it? You're going to upstage me! You look incredible! No wonder you didn't call last night to talk clothes."
(Again, narrator is too lazy, but Mercedes looks hot as hell and super stylish in a very casual and friendly-party sort of way.)
"It's good to see you, Mercedes," Blaine said, and gave her a hug as soon as Kurt let her go and gave him an opening.
"Where's your man?" Kurt asked.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Out of state. Football. It'll never last."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear it," Blaine said, looking to Kurt for direction.
Mercedes shook her head, then she took one of Blaine's arms, and one of Kurt's in the crook of her's and turned them toward the door to Rachel's house.
"Now! Shall we go to the party?" she asked proudly.
"I think they started without us," Blaine commented as they started up the walk, looking over Mercedes' head at Kurt, with a smile.
"We heard a cat die inside not long ago," Kurt explained. Mercedes looked at him.
"Was it a Rachel Berry cat?" she asked.
"We can only hope it kills her voice."
"Come on you two, be nice," Blaine chastised as they giggled. When they got to the door Kurt knocked enthusiastically. Blaine looked at him again, and over the top of Mercedes' head they shared a quick kiss.
Mercedes' tsked and said, "Aren't you two so cute?"
They both leaned down and gave her a big smooch on her respective cheeks just as the door swung open to reveal Finn, whose tie was no longer on straight, and Puck, who raised both hands in the air and said, "It's a big gay sandwich! Gimme some love!" He plopped a kiss on Mercedes nose, which made her laugh, and they all walked inside.
Kurt raised his eyebrows and chin at Finn as he shut the door. "Enjoying the party, I see."
"I am not even drunk," Finn assured him, closing his eyes and shaking his head for emphasis.
Mercedes and Puck were already headed downstairs and after taking off his coat, Blaine waited for Kurt while Kurt explained the key situation to Finn, who tossed them in the bowl by the door and headed downstairs. Blaine helped Kurt take his coat off.
"You're going to have fun," he assured him.
"You too," Kurt smiled, then they took each other's hands and set off into the basement.
THIS COULD TOTALLY BE A CHAPTER BREAK.