The bartender brought the shot of tequila over to Kurt and set it on the bar. "Here you go." He said with a smile. Kurt brought the glass up to his mouth and took it down in one swift motion.
"Oh God, that's awful." Kurt grimaced as he sat the glass back down.
"So, I'm guessing you don't want another one." the bartender replied with a smile.
"Hell no, give me two more." Kurt said. He just wanted all of his stress to melt away and he had found that alcohol helped a lot with that problem.
"Sound like you've had a pretty stressful day." the bartender said. "I'm Blaine."
"Kurt." Kurt answered back.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you." Blaine said as he set down the two shot glasses. Kurt took them and downed both of them.
"Whewww...well that opened up the sinuses." Kurt said.
"It usually does." Blaine laughed. "Would you like to try some other shots?"
"Sure, I'm open to anything." Kurt said. He knew that he really should be getting home, but he just couldn't bring himself to leave Blaine or his dazzling white-toothed , he sat at the bar and drank whatever Blaine threw at him. Before he knew it, Kurt was wasted. The music tempo picked up and Kurt got really excited.
"I love this song." Kurt slurred.
"Would you like to dance?" Blaine asked.
"Sure!" Kurt exclaimed. Blaine came around from behind the bar. Oh God...his body was perfect too. It was tiny and his tight black pants and t-shirt outlined every crease in his perfect body. Blaine extended his hand and Kurt took it graciously. Kurt stumbled and almost fell over but Blaine caught him just in time.
"Whoa, you okay there?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. Let's go dance." Kurt said as he pulled Blaine onto the dance floor. The tempo was fast and Kurt pulled Blaine's body close to his as they danced. Eventually the song ended and Kurt had worked himself up into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Blaine asked him.
"Nothing...I'm just like really drunk." Kurt laughed. "Like I don't think i've ever been this drunk before." He laughed loudly again and stumbled to the side falling into Blaine's arms for the second time that night. "Thanks for catching me." Kurt slurred and gave Blaine a cheesy smile.
"We should really get you home." Blaine said. "I'll call you a taxi." Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him over to the bar stool. "You stay here. Don't move okay." Blaine said. Kurt just giggled in response. Blaine grabbed his jacket and then grabbed a pen. He took Kurt's hand and wrote his cell phone number on it. "This is my number. I want you to call me if you don't get home safely." Blaine told him.
"What if I want to call it for fun?" Kurt slurred.
"Well, I guess that would be okay too." Blaine said with a nervous smile on his face. Together they walked outside and Blaine hailed a taxi for Kurt and helped him into it.
"Bye Kurt. It was nice to meet you." Blaine said.
"Bye Blaine!" Kurt yelled back as he closed the door of the taxi.
"Where to? the taxi driver asked.
"My apartment." Kurt giggled.
"Sir, I don't know where that is." the taxi driver replied.
"Oh right, Baker's Apartment Complex." Kurt said. The driver nodded and sped off. When they reached the apartment building, Kurt clumsily got out of the car and reached into his wallet to pay the driver.
"Don't worry about it. Your lover boy already paid." The taxi driver replied before driving away. Kurt shrugged and stumbled up to his apartment. It was quiet so he guessed that his kids were sleeping. He peeked into each of their rooms and his suspicions were confirmed. So, he went into his room and passed out in his bed for the night. Luckily for him, it was saturday so he didn't need to get the kids or himself out of bed. He slept until eleven o'clock when he awoke with an overwhelming sense of nausea and raced out of bed and into the bathroom, slamming the door on the way.
Hannah, Ashlynn, and Ryan were all in the kitchen when their father raced into the bathroom. "Is Dad sick?" Ryan asked.
"No, he's hungover." Ashlynn muttered. "Glad I babysat so he could go get drunk."she muttered.
"What is Daddy hung over?" Hannah asked.
"Nothing." Ashlynn quickly told her three year old sister. She was too little to understand what hungover meant anyway. Meanwhile in the bathroom, Kurt hung over the toilet as he expelled the alcohol he had drank last night. His head was pounding and every sound was like a gunshot into his skull. He heard a knock on the door and then Ashlynn opened the door with a glass of water and two aspirin tablets in her hand. "Here." She said as she handed the medicine over to her father. Kurt put the aspirins into his mouth and then took a swig of water. He used the rest of the water to wash his vomit ridden mouth out. "So, how did your designs go last night?" Ashlynn said in a annoyed tone.
"I did work on them, but then I went for a drink." Kurt mumbled.
"So, I had to babysit so you could go out and get fucking drunk!" Ashlynn yelled.
"Please be quiet! I'm begging you." Kurt pleaded with his daughter as his head continued to throb and another wave of nausea threatened to take over his body. Ashlynn rolled her eyes and looked down at her father. On the side of his hand, she saw something written in blue pen. It was a phone number.
"Did you get some guy's phone number last night?" Ashlynn asked angrily. "You just divorced papa." She added
"No, this is a client's number." Kurt mumbled and he leaned back over the toilet and threw up.
"Gross." Ashlynn murmured before leaving the bathroom. After Kurt was finished, he wiped off his mouth with a towel and leaned back against the porcelain tub. The truth was he really didn't remember much of last night. He remember going to Garvey's Bar and having a lot to drink. He remembered a pair of big strong arms that had caught him when he fell and a gorgeous pair of green eyes that looked directly into his heart, but nothing else about the man was retained in Kurt's memory. Was he really real? Or was he just a hallucination from way too many shots? Kurt didn't know. But, he was determined to find out.