Prologue
"You've got to be kidding me." Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Kurt's room, looking over Kurt's excessive Vogue magazine collection.
"What is it?" Blaine asked, looking up from the January edition to look up at his boyfriend, who was staring at his iPhone in disbelief.
"Santana just updated her Facebook status saying she's having a party this Saturday and we're all invited." He chuckled lightly and put his phone down, turning back to his magazine.
"We're going, right?" Blaine asked.
Kurt looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you serious? Don't you remember the last New Directions party?"
Blaine winced at the memory. "Nothing like that's going to happen this time, Kurt," Blaine assured him, but Kurt just let out one humorless chuckle and rolled his eyes. "I'm serious. And if I'd known how much it had hurt you that time I wouldn't have done it then either."
"We aren't going, Blaine. I'm not letting you get drunk again." Kurt had said it like that was the end of the conversation, but Blaine wasn't letting go of this that easy. It could be fun! And besides, possibly seeing Kurt drunk? A once in a lifetime opportunity he could just not pass up.
"Oh, don't give me that look!" Kurt said, trying to make it sound like "oh, please" but actually coming out more like he was begging. He couldn't resist Blaine's puppy dog face. He knew that. "You're evil." Blaine flashed him a grin and Kurt sighed. He'd been defeated. "Fine." Kurt ignored Blaine's little mini (and incredibly adorable) happy dance and continued. "But if there's any kissing games whatsoever, we are not playing. Understand?"
Blaine nodded and leaned in to kiss his boyfriend, an activity that never failed to knock him off his feet no matter how times it happened.
You like? Eh? Eh? Heehee! Excited to see Kurt drunk? So am I! Mwahahaha! *evil smiley face*
Until next time!