Summary: The strangest, (mostly drunken) texts of the New Directions, and their explanations, in no typical order.
I donut own these characters, but I do own these story lines (Mostly)
I own the texts I guesss?
Finn had grown to love his brother-in-law. Or... Half-brother-in-law? Step-brother-in-law? Whatever, Blaine was fun.
Especially now, since they were all over twenty-one, and could get actual drinks without having to be sneaky about it.
They had a few at one bar, wandered out and ended up in another, ended up getting kicked out of that one, and then they lost track. Finn had been chosen as the 'designated driver', but pretty soon, they realized that they had taken a cab here.
So, there they were, waiting for a bus at four AM, all very shitfaced drunk, besides Finn'
Blaine plopped down on the bench and leaned heavily on Finn's shoulder, falling asleep. Finn groaned.
"Mmmmaybe Kurt could -hic- come pic us up." Sam slurred to Puck, who just shrugged and nodded, laying across Mike's lap.
"Isn't Kurt with the girls?" Finn frowned at him, getting no response.
"Kurt's soooo hot."
"Shut up Blaine, tha's grosssss."
Blaine giggled and shook his head.
Finn sighed and took his phone out, pulling up his brother's contact.
To: Kurt Hummel
have a v shitface drunk blaine and other boys on my hands. need ride. come?
From: Kurt Hummel
Why did you do that? Take a cab, idiot.
To: Kurt Hummel
cant find cab place, no busses. ur husband is drooling on my shoulder u should be responsible for this one
From: Kurt Hummel
Watch out. He gets horny when he's drunk.
To: Kurt Hummel
ew
Finn groaned and pushed Blaine off of him, who landed on the floor and started laughing loudly, the other boys joining in. Finn groaned again and rubbed his temples.
This was going to be one long night.
