So this is something I came up with a couple hours ago, and I just had to post it this late. Anyways, I was writing another fic, and Blaine was really drunk and called Kurt on his phone, but I neglected to write the part where he actually picked up the phone, so my friend Sabrina told me and said "I thought Blaine was talking to Kurt through the phone" so that's how the second one of these came about.

This is going to have multiple chapters of really short ficlets that I come up with as I go.

Sabrina is also helping me write some chapters, so there will be frequent updates.

Anyways~ I hope you all like Drunken Blaine! Please review(and maybe message any funny ideas you have for us to include, those would be muchly appreciated!)

"Blaine," Kurt muttered drunkenly before the other boy crushed their mouths together. They didn't really drink that much, just enough for Kurt to feel a buzz. What with Blaine being short, however, he was just a little worse off.

They kissed languidly, Kurt keeping it under control while Blaine desperately whined into his mouth. He tried deepening it, and Kurt gave in for a second, letting Blaine bite onto his bottom lip.

"Come on Kurt," he whispered, voice low. "You know you want to."

"But- but your parents-" Kurt replied, being cut off by his boyfriend's lips against his own.

"Fuck my parents." Well fuck. Kurt lost it, pushing Blaine back and straddling him and they kissed. Blaine grabbed onto his hips, digging his nails into the soft skin.

"Blaine!" A voice screeched from downstairs, and the boys broke apart. It was Blaine's mother.

"Yeah, mom?"

"I want you to clean your room!" the voice replied, and Kurt laughed into his shoulder.

Blaine stood up, knocking Kurt over onto the bed in the process, and put his arms in front of him. "I will do it-" he dramatically raised his voice into a yell, "EVENTUALLY!"

Kurt couldn't help it, and he let out a laugh, which turned into multiple giggles as Blaine sat down with a serious look on his face.

"But first," he started, voice still dramatic. "I will make out with my boyfriend," then he attacked.

Blaine never drank. Ever. He used to, but not anymore. Ever. Usually a night of drinking would end up with him passing out in weird, possibly dangerous places. Last time, he had ended up on a bush.

So that is why he never drank.

"Kurt," he giggled, falling straight onto his face into a fluffy carpet. He rubbed his face on it, purring like a cat.

There was no answer from his boyfriend, so he sat up, confused, his head spinning. "Kurt?" Now he was frantic, looking around the room. He smiled. "Oh, Kurt."

He picked up the bottle of alcohol, hugging it to his chest. "Oh Kurt, I love you so." He crawled into his bed with the bottle, hugging it to his chest before falling into a deep sleep.

Blaine was currently dancing on his kitchen counter, all alone. Again. And he was possibly, maybe a little bit drunk.

His favorite song was playing, and he was singing along obscenely loudly. "If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, come on Kurt, let me know."

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice rang out into the kitchen, and he stopped dancing, trying to stay still but failing. "Blaine, what are you doing? Why did you call me over here?"

"Kurt," Blaine started, his voice deep. He spun around. On his face was a fake mustache. "I mustache you a question."

"Doggy!" Blaine slurred out, wiggling his arms out to reach for his puppy. Almost falling over, he walked closer as Lucy looked at him, tilting her head to one side. "Loo-looooo," he added happily as he approached.

Soon he was right by the dog, and he leaped, landing to the ground with a thud as Lucy ran away from him. "Ow."

He searched the house on his hands and knees, crawling under tables and chairs. "Lucyyy," he giggled. "Puppy, pupppyyyy!" Blaine found her laying on the couch, her head on her paws.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, hopping onto the couch next to her. She started and jumped off, running away again.

"Wait," he called out, chasing after her. "Why don't you love me?"

Stay still. Stay silent. Stay still, stay silent.

"Blaine? What're you doing?" Kurt slurred. He tried to pull the lamp shade off of Blaine's head, but the other boy just grumbled and shoved it back down.

"Be quiet," he hissed. "I'm a lamp."

"Blaine, you goose, you can't be a lamp," Kurt tried to explain in his drunken state.

"Why not?" he asked, pulling the shade back up to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "I just want to light up your life. Why can't you approve of my choices?"

"Blaine. You're a lamp."

"Exactly," he said smiling before dropping it back over his face and pulling the string to turn the light on.