Kurt slung Blaine's limp arm around his shoulder and gently eased him out of the car. Blaine stumbled, almost bashing his head on the top of the door frame.
"Hey! Easy there." Kurt said, gripping Blaine more firmly.
"Kuuurrrt.." Blaine slurred and sang out at the same time.
"Shush, you'll wake the neighbours - and god knows what they'll think if they see me dragging you into my house! They'll think I've kidnapped you or something." Kurt mumbled sternly.
Blaine just laughed and stumbled around some more.
When they actually reached the door Kurt turned to Blaine.
"Now, no noise, no singing. I know your voice is amazing but now's not the time okay?"
Blaine nodded weakly and put one finger up to his lips comically.
Kurt sighed and unlocked the door as quietly as possible. He took Blaine's hand and lead him upstairs to his room. The house was dark, but Kurt was just glad they hadn't set off the burglar alarm.
"Come on, sit down." Kurt whispered and shut his door behind Blaine, turning on his main light.
Blaine was sat swaying dreamily on the end of his bed with his eyes half shut.
"How you feeling?" Kurt asked and sat down next to him.
"Okay... I guess. Tirreedd.." Blaine moaned and fell backwards onto Kurt's duvet.
Still being 'responsible', Kurt threw away the idea of taking advantage if Blaine in his drunken like state, and instead took off Blaine's shoes.
"Get in bed, go on."
Blaine crawled up the covers, pulling them right up to his face and smiled at Kurt. He couldn't help thinking that he looked absolutely adorable.
After a while Blaine had kind of settled down and was lying down in the bed facing Kurt. He wasn't asleep, he was just lying there saying something from time to time.
Kurt got into the duvet as well. It was about 4am so he figured he should get some sleep - and this would nothing for his skin.
Blaine suddenly reached out and stroked Kurt's face lightly before dropping his hand back to the bed and shutting his drooping eyes. He began to breathe slower and lighter.
Kurt sighed, staring at Blaine's sleeping face and longed to wake him, make him sober and exclaim his love for him. But of course, that would never end well. Kurt knew Blaine only wanted to be friends right now.
That didn't mean he was going to up though, no way. He had tried too hard to give up now.
Kurt lay his head on the pillow. He felt so tired, but he didn't want to miss one moment of this.
He could feel himself slipping away so he spoke while he could.
"I love you." Kurt whispered so quietly he barely heard it himself. Blaine didn't stir.
Kurt dreamt of the day that he got the courage to tell Blaine he loved him and always would. Or maybe even a day of pure imagination, when Blaine loved him back. Though he know those days were far from realistic, he still liked to dream of them.
Meeting Blaine and being so inspired by his courage and class, was something Kurt knew he could never forget. Kurt let himself fall asleep.
Blaine sniffed and shuffled around. In his quiet drunken ramblings it sounded like he mumbled, "You too."