Types of Drunks: 2/2
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Kurt awoke as the morning sunlight streamed into his bedroom and washed upon his face. Suddenly, his head exploded as he felt his hangover at full effect. This was the worst he's felt in a long time. He stretched lazily and froze as he felt a pair of arms tighten around him. Oh god, he thought. He had completely forgotten about last night. He was too afraid to open his eyes but he knew he had to get up. He could sneak into the shower and hopefully by then his partner will have woken up and left. He was nervous to see who it was. Please don't be Finn, please don't be Finn, he chanted in his head as he peeked an eye open. His face was about an inch from another boy's who was definitely not Finn. He opened his other eye and moved back to get a better look.
The boy had dark brown curly hair that looked like Kurt played it with too much last night and thick triangular shaped eyebrows. His lips were bruised but incredibly soft looking and he had a strong jawline. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Kurt had never seen this boy before and he wondered who he was. He looked exactly like his type and from the way he body was positively aching (the good kind from a great night of sex, not the hung over kind) he knew he was great in bed. He wanted to stay in bed just a little longer, in the warm arms of this beautiful man but then he remembered that he probably looked like shit. He refused to look improper before this man and quickly hurried off to the shower.
When Blaine woke up, he felt like he was going to puke. Goddamn all that alcohol. But he got what he wanted. A drunken night and a one night stand. He didn't need a relationship. He was completely fine living for himself. However, when he opened his eyes to find a completely empty bed and bedroom, Blaine felt his heart sink. He curled back into the pillow and sighed. He would have rather woken up to a girl in his arms than to wake up alone again. He missed being held and being loved. He just needed to feel a warm body next to his, kissing his cheek and whispering cute words in his overly sensitive ear.
He got up slowly, willing his headache away. There was no point lying alone in someone else's bed alone when he had an apartment to clean up. He found his clothing, including his now button less top, and threw them on quickly. He tried to flatten his hair but he decided that he really didn't care if this girl thought his hair was out of control.
Blaine stepped into the kitchen to find a man making pancakes. Blaine's heart stopped. The man was cute- very, very cute. He had short brown hair that was styled neatly away from his forehead, fair skin, and light blue eyes. He was tall and thin with a slight feminine stature. He wondered what his relation was to the girl he slept with. A boyfriend or brother?
The boy looked up from the griddle and smiled shyly. Suddenly, a better quality memory from last night hit him. He didn't go home with a girl last night. He came home with this man. This gorgeous man who he had never met in his life. What was Blaine thinking? One night stands were not his thing. He was a relationship kind of guy. He needed to feel loved, not used. Staring wide eyed at the man who saw him completely vulnerable last night, Blaine just wanted to leave.
The man opened his mouth but Blaine ducked his head and made a beeline to the front door. He muttered a quick goodbye as he slammed the door shut behind him and ran down the hall and down the stairs. He left the building and, with a great sigh of relief, recognized where he was and walked the five blocks down the street to his new apartment.
Blaine was not surprised to see David and Wes inside his apartment. They were cleaning up the empty vodka bottles and the red cups littering the floor. When he entered the apartment both of them shot him a dirty glare. "Oh there you are," Wes said darkly. "We were you had disappeared to."
Blaine shuffled into the living room and awkwardly started to pick up the trash off of the floor, "I got really drunk and…"
"Yeah no shit," David muttered.
"And I went home with some guy."
Wes and David both paused. "Wait you went home with a guy? You're a straight drunk. How did that happen?"
Blaine blushed, as more and more parts from last night became clearer, "I was dancing by myself and this guy jumped at me and asked me to dance. He was skinny and had a somewhat feminine body so I thought he was a chick and he was a great dancer so when he asked me to go home with him I said yes."
"David and I know all the dudes that were there last night," Wes said. "What was his name? What did he look like? If he's gay and single, we can hook you two up."
"Especially since last night was a disaster with you and Kurt," David growled. "Blaine what happened? I thought you were excited to meet Kurt!"
Blaine felt dizzy from his hangover and flopped down on the couch. "I'll be honest… I didn't want to meet him. I realized that I've never been single since I came out and I wanted to try to live for myself for a while before I went and tried to live for someone else again. But when I woke up this morning alone in a bed when I thought I'd be in someone's arms… I was really lonely. I don't want to be alone anymore. I've spent my whole life in a relationship and I don't think I can function without someone besides me." Blaine sighed loudly, "Does that sound pathetic or what?"
"Blaine, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be in a relationship," David said, sitting next to him on the couch. "Some people like to be with someone and others don't. There's nothing wrong with the way you want to live your life. Now tell me about this lover from last night and Wes and I will see if we can figure out who he is."
"I don't know his name," Blaine confessed, picking at the bottom of his shirt. "When I realized he wasn't a chick and how shitty I felt because it was a one night stand, I kinda ran out. He was tall and skinny with brown hair and blue eyes."
Wes and David quickly went through the guest list in their head but neither could recall a specific person. "That's kinda vague, Blaine," Wes said. "Can you say anything else?"
Blaine shook his head sadly. "That's alright if you can't remember anyone. I'm sure he doesn't want to see me again. I'm pretty sure I asked him where his vagina was yesterday."
Kurt couldn't get that boy out of his head even six days later. That morning, after the boy had left so quickly with such a shocked expression on, Kurt ate the pancakes for them to share by himself and realized this boy must have been straight. He was told he looked like a girl when guys had a few drinks in their system so this guy must have thought he was a girl last night. He knew he heard something about looking for a vagina.
Still, he couldn't hide his disappointment.
Kurt hated to admit it but he never realized how lonely he was until he woke up in a pair of warm arms. He really wanted a boyfriend. Mercedes chewed him out for getting smashed and refusing to meet Blaine but once she saw how upset he was about losing this straight guy, she backed off and promised she'd find Kurt a new man.
And for once, Kurt didn't mind that his friends were meddling in his love life.
Tina had called him asking if she and Mike could come over and two hours later they were on his door step.
"I've found him!" Tina squealed, throwing her arms around Kurt's neck. "I found your future boyfriend!"
"R-really? Who is he?" Kurt asked excitedly.
Tina paused then cursed, "Ohh, I forgot his name! Mike, do you remember?"
Mike opened his mouth, "Ummm… no."
Tina pouted but pushed Kurt to the couch, "Well, we'll figure it out sooner or later." Tina sat next to Kurt on the loveseat and pressed their knees together, their intertwined hands on top. Mike sat across the coffee table in the armchair. "As you know, the Asian community is super close, especially in New York." Kurt nodded. "And this past Tuesday was our usual two week meeting. Our friend Wes brought in one of his friends who just recently moved into the city. He's not fully Asian. His mother was…"
"Filipino," Mike answered.
"Yes, Filipino! He's cute, he's single, and he's gay. We already talked to him and told him we have the perfect boy for him! That of course is you!"
"You already talked to him about me?"
Tina nodded excitedly, "And he's totally excited to meet you. I didn't give him a lot of details about you."
Mike laughed, "That's an understatement. You didn't even tell him Kurt's name!"
Tina blushed, "Well, I wanted them to kinda go into this blind. If I tell you two too much about each other you'll make prejudice ideas. Kinda like how in college you never look too far into your future roommate's facebook."
"Tina, you went through all of Rebecca's photos," Mike said. "All two thousand of them."
"And this is why Rebecca and I didn't work!" Tina replied. "When I moved out and into Sandy's room, I didn't once look at her profile and now four years out of college and we're still super close! Because I didn't allow her facebook or what other people said to form my opinion on her. And that's what I want for you, Kurt. I want you to walk into that coffee shop tomorrow and greet this Asian without prejudice!"
"Well, thank you, Tina, Mike, I really… wait. Did you say coffee shop tomorrow?"
Mike slapped his forehead and Tina giggled, "Did I forget to mention? Your first date is tomorrow at two at the Bean Peddler."
"You're so lucky I'm free tomorrow."
Tina hugged him and switched topics. She told him about how annoying her next door neighbors were and how Mike keeps complaining about living so far away from Chinatown. Kurt wasn't paying too close attention though. His eyes kept wandering to the shiny diamond around her ring finger and he wondered if he'll ever get the chance to wear one.
Blaine wasn't about to lie and say that he wasn't excited for his date because he totally was. He had spent the past few days picturing what he looked like and how he would react to Blaine's love for the Titanic. Nate never wanted to watch it with him so Blaine either watched it alone or with Wes and David via Skype. He cursed Tina and Mike for giving him nothing to work with because the more he tried to picture this boy the more he pictured the boy from the party.
Why couldn't he get him out of his head? Oh yes, that's right. He was gorgeous and he was wonderful in bed. David nearly shrieked when he saw the bloody scratch marks on Blaine's back. However, Blaine thought they were wonderful. They reminded him of the blue eyed cutie. At the same time, he cursed this boy. He was half afraid he was going to compare his new date to him and the new boy just wouldn't be able to hold a candle to him. It was stupid, he told himself. It was stupid, Wes and David told him. He had met this boy once. Technically, he never met him at all.
A few times Blaine found himself five blocks down, near his apartment complex. But then Blaine would get embarrassed and leave quickly. The boy probably wanted nothing to do with him anyway.
So instead, Blaine focused on the date he had in thirty minutes. He was fresh from the shower and stood in only a towel as he flipped through his clothes in his closet. The weather was hot, as was expected in June, so Blaine chose a black tank top, an orange flannel cover and jean shorts. He shoved his feet into a pair of leather flip flops and grabbed his keys and wallet on the way out.
The Bean Peddler was a good twenty minute walk from his apartment and thankfully he didn't have to walk past the boy's complex. He would probably arrive a little early but Blaine hated to be late. As he passed a Chinese restaurant, he remembered how excited Wes was when he told him he accepted Tina and Mike's offer. He and David had been really worried about him for the past few days when they saw how depressed and lonely he was. As they searched for a new man for him, David had mentioned that he wouldn't try Kurt again because Mercedes had said he didn't seem all that interested in him.
Blaine didn't know whether to feel offended or to find it funny.
He arrived at the Bean Peddler slightly ahead of schedule. The shop was nearly empty with an elderly couple and a middle aged woman as the only other patrons. Blaine knew what he wanted but stared at the menu hanging behind the counter out of sheer boredom. He felt his phone vibrate.
He will be a little late. Order a low fat mocha iced coffee for him.
Tina added a little heart at the end. Shrugging, Blaine walked up the barista and ordered his date's coffee and his own medium drip. The barista looked stoned and made their coffee at an annoying slow pace. Blaine didn't want to tap his foot but he couldn't help but want to signal him to work a little faster. Finally, he handed over two cups and Blaine sat down at one of the tables in the back, waiting for his date to arrive.
Kurt did not do physical activity. He did not enjoy running nor did he look graceful doing it and the wheezing it left him in was extremely unattractive. Instead, Kurt sped walked to the Bean Peddler. He cursed to himself and at his knuckle headed stepbrother. Who seriously needed help setting up a blender? Kurt knew Finn wasn't the shiniest piece of jewelry but was he seriously that clueless that he couldn't work the same blender he had for three years without his wife? No matter how much Kurt kept telling him he had to leave at right now or he would be late, Finn would not step begging. His stepbrother always sounded so pathetic when he begged so Kurt sighed and helped him step up his blender over the phone.
His phone vibrated and he opened his text from Tina as he walked around slower pedestrians. Told him you'd be late and he got you your coffee. She added a heart and Kurt quickly typed back a thank you without losing stride.
Why did Tina pick a coffee shop twenty minutes away? Was it closer to his date's place? Sure, it was one of the best coffee houses around but he already felt out of breath. Finally the Bean Peddler was in sight and the butterflies in his stomach increased tenfold. He trusted Tina's judgment but that didn't stop him from seconding guessing himself for the past few days. Was he really ready for a relationship? What if Kurt was but this boy couldn't handle his work schedule?
He stopped at the door and took in a deep breath. With a shaky hand, he grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. It was quite and almost empty. He spotted an elderly couple drinking coffee and reading the newspaper and he saw a middle aged woman typing away on her laptop. Then he saw a boy sitting by himself who looked at Kurt the second he walked in.
Their eyes widened in recognition. God, Kurt thought. He was still as cute as he was when he was asleep in his bed. He couldn't believe this was happened. The very boy that hadn't left his head since he left his bed last week was his date. The boy who Kurt swore was straight was actually gay. He shuffled forward, probably looking like a fool under the boy's stunned and intense gaze.
"Hi," he offered lamely.
The boy blinked at him. "Hi," he said equally as stupidly.
"You're the one Tina and Mike are setting me up with?"
He nodded, "Yeah that's me. I got you coffee. Please, sit down."
Kurt slid into his chair and the two of them couldn't help but stare for a little while longer before laughing quietly. "This is a very weird twist of fate."
The boy nodded with a small smile, "I'd say so. I didn't think I'd ever see you again much less be my date."
"From the way you ran out last week I swore you were straight!" Kurt laughed but the boy bowed his head.
"I'm really sorry about that, by the way. I never had a one night stand before and I was so drunk that night and I thought you were a girl only to find out you were a really cute guy the next morning and I was so confused so I kinda just… ran."
Kurt blushed darkly at the compliment, "Wait, so you when home with me because you thought I was a girl…"
"Which I am incredibly sorry for!"
"Don't apologize. It's happened many times before, trust me," Kurt said with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, you went home with me, thinking I was a girl, but you're gay?"
"I'm a straight drunk," the boy exclaimed as he fiddled with his coffee cup. "And you were girlish and all over me so all thoughts sorta went to hell."
Now it was Kurt's turn to apologize. "Oh god, I was all over you, wasn't I? I'm a bit of a man whore when I'm drunk. Oh my gosh, I just told you that and I didn't even introduce myself! I'm Kurt."
The curly haired boy nearly knocked over his coffee. "K-Kurt?" he stammered. "As in… oh my god!"
Suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, Kurt bit his bottom lip. "Is… is that bad?"
"Kurt, I'm Blaine," he laughed.
Kurt gasped. "Blaine. As in David's Blaine. As in the Blaine he and Mercedes tried to set me up with but I refused to so I got really, really drunk in hopes he would hate my man-whorish ways and ended taking home a boy that I had sex with who turned out to be you? THAT Blaine?" Blaine nodded. "Oh god… oh my god! This really is a very weird twist of fate!"
Blaine laughed, "If you want to know something really funny to add to that. Those are the exact words going through my head. You are the Kurt David and Mercedes tried to set me up with but I really didn't want to date so I got really, really drunk knowing that I turned straight and ended up going home with a boy who I thought was a girl who is, in fact, you."
They stared at each other, both bewildered but amused. They grinned and laughed. Kurt kept thinking how insanely adorable Blaine looked when he smiled. "You know," he said. "When both Mercedes and Tina told me that they had the perfect guy for me, I thought they were both lying. But it seems that fate really wants us to be together."
Blaine's right hand left his coffee and laid palm up on the table. Kurt put his hand inside and Blaine squeezed it.
Journal,
Kurt and I have been planning for two weeks how to tell David and Mercedes we're dating. We were pretty sure they'd find it as positively hysterical as we did that we still ended up together despite our initial protests. Wes, Mike and Tina had thought so and were warned to keep this quiet from David and Mercedes. Kurt and I wanted the pleasure of seeing their faces first.
We had planned that Kurt was going to call up Mercedes and tell her he wanted to introduce his new boyfriend to her when we both knew David would be there. Then he'd bring me and boom! Surprise them. Before we could proceed with our plan, they had found out in a way that was much better than the real one. Especially since it wasn't scripted at all.
Kurt had a rare day off and asked me to join him for a movie marathon. Unfortunately, I was called into my work because my client really needed me to edit their book before tomorrow. I apologized but he said it was no problem and called up one of his other friends. When I got to work, it turned out that the book didn't need to be edited until the following Sunday so I was free to go home. Since Kurt was busy, I decided to drop by David's since I'd been avoiding him since Kurt and I got together.
David looked shocked and slightly nervous when I showed up uninvited to his apartment. I was confused at first until I heard Mercedes yell, "YOU GOT A BOYFRIEND AND YOUDIDN'T TELL ME?" followed shortly by Kurt's laughter. Then I understood why David didn't seem too excited to have me there. If Kurt and I hadn't gotten together and hadn't met at all, I wouldn't have wanted to be in the same room as the guy I got incredibly drunk to avoid who also did the same thing. I pushed through and said, "Oh good! Mercedes is here!"
I walked into the living room where Mercedes and Kurt were sitting on two separate couches. Mercedes was fuming while my boyfriend tried to calm her down. David coughed behind me and both of their heads snapped up. Kurt looked shocked to see me here when I was supposed to be at work and Mercedes had the same nervous expression David had.
"Blaine!" she squeaked. "I wasn't expecting to see you here. How are you? Oh, Blaine this is…"
"Kurt!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. I sat myself down in his lap and kissed him soundly. David dropped his glass of water and I could practically hear Mercedes's jaw drop.
Pulling away, Kurt leaned his forehead against mine. He smiled brightly. "Blaine, you said you had work."
I shrugged, "Stupid writer doesn't know her calendar. As soon as I got there she called and said next week."
"I-I'm sorry," Mercedes started, sounding more confused than sorry. "But what the hell is this?"
Laughing, I slipped out of Kurt's lap and sat thigh to thigh besides him. Kurt explained the whole story from our one night stand to our Asian friends setting us up. Their shocked faces were as wonderful as he had imagined.
After getting over their surprise, Mercedes and David were laughing themselves to tears. Mercedes then wrapped us both in a gigantic hug that nearly snapped me in half.
Dear Diary,
Well, diary, this is it! Blaine and my three month anniversary! Can you believe it's been three months? I can't! It feels like we've been together forever already. We spend nearly every day together and we're already so in sync with one another.
As you know, dearest diary, Blaine and I decided we were going to do this right, despite the fact that we started backwards with sex then names. We decided to wait a little before rushing into bed once more. Although, as you can recall, that didn't turn out as planned because a month into our relationship, at Puck's birthday bash, Blaine and I once again got smashed and ripped off each other's clothes. It wasn't as bad this time because I was only a man whore with Blaine and Blaine remembered I was a boy and stayed away from other girls.
And after that, of course, we decided screw going slow.
Blaine doesn't mind that I work a lot and at various times during the week. He is still trying to get in some more Blaine-time in between his own job as an editor. We both had said that in doesn't matter what our schedules look like during the day as long as we try to get home at night. We sleep over each other's apartments frequently and almost never spent the night alone. We often fall asleep on the couch either watching the Titanic, Blaine's favorite movie, or Project Runway, my favorite show.
And let me tell you, diary, there is nothing like falling asleep and waking up with Blaine wrapped my body. There's just something about it that makes me feel so warm and happy. I don't know if this is love or not but I can easily see it going down that road every morning when he presses a sweet kiss to my forehead.
Woot! And I'm done!
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