~VioletCherry342~


"Now if you'll excuse me."

Kurt snorted as David went back to leaning on the bar, and went back over by Blaine, who immediately fell on the arm Kurt extended his way.

"I love this place!" He said, hugging the limb to his chest. Kurt giggled at how cute he looked, and took note of the two shots glasses that were on the counter, one empty and the other surrounded by Sebastian's palm. Kurt kissed Blaine's ruffled up hair, trying not to gag at how bad he smelled, sticking another cherry into his mouth to distract him.

"You fit right in, Blainey." Sebastian smirked as Blaine started snickering, and Kurt added a harsh POP! to the conversation when he yanked the stem off the piece of fruit between his teeth. Blaine grinned up at him and pecked his cheek. Kurt smiled until Blaine sighed, and he coughed. "Okay. You're done.."

"Aww, no," Blaine whined, pouting his lower lip. Kurt knew he was very out of it then, because Dapper Little Blaine Anderson would never pout so openly while in public, nor would he whine...ever. Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's waist, pulling him up, letting him literally fall on him.

"Cra-" Kurt cut off the insult and cleared his throat. "Sebastian? Come on.. He needs to go home.."

"You think I can drive right now?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"Guess you'll just have to leave me and Blaine in the backseat and drive us home," He said, grabbing the loop of Blaine's jeans and yanking him backwards against him. Blaine stumbled, whining again, and Kurt grabbed the shorter boy back just before he got settled. Blaine hid his face in Kurt's shoulder, dizzy from all the back-and-forth.

"I'm not driving you anywhere," Kurt snarled, taking Blaine a few steps away from him. "C'mere, baby."

"Kurt," Blaine whimpered, stumbling by Kurt. He maintained his balance, somehow, and Kurt set him down on the bench outside. Blaine ended up falling down, lying horizontally on the icy cold bench and pouting like a child. Kurt rolled his eyes, calling one of those stupid taxi numbers.. Basically 1-800-repeated number for the next seven digits. His dad would not find out. His dad would not find out. His dad would not. find. out.

"Hello. I need a taxicab at Scandals in Westerville, Ohio." Blaine listened to the bumbling coming from the other end, and heard Kurt continue, "Bradley Andrews."

"Thanks." Kurt hung up, letting out a soft sigh, and just as he slipped his phone back in his jacket pocket, he felt two hands, two strong hands squeezing his back pockets firmly. Kurt squeaked, jumping away from the touch, his gray eyes filling with confusion when he saw it was Blaine standing there, his eyes glazed over, darker than usual. "Blaine, you should really sit down."

"Mm, you sound so sexy when you're bossy," He said, grabbing at Kurt again, this time by his tie.

Whatever happened to I have zero sex appeal? Kurt thought. "Blaine, c'mon, just sit..."

"I don't like it when you dance with Karofsky like that.." Blaine said, completely ignoring Kurt.

"I don't like it when you dance with Sebastian like that," Kurt retorted, trying to get his boyfriends sane mind back. "Now sit down-Ow!"

Kurt yelped as Blaine shoved him over a hood of a car behind them, which Kurt figured out was Sebastian's car after a moment. He had parked right out front, which Kurt did not like much now. Blaine had him so far up the hood, his feet had to pick up and rest on the bumper, as to not pull his back out. "Blaine, stop it."

"Oh, Kurt, come on," Blaine said between hot, uncomfortable kisses to Kurt's throat. "Don't you love me?"

"That has nothing to do with this, Blaine!" Kurt said, his hands gripping Blaine's shoulders and trying to shove him off. If he could just stop shaking. He wasn't sure why Blaine was scaring him so much, but the fact he wasn't listening to him at all, and how hard he was against him, forcing him down on the car, giving him just enough room to shake and squirm uselessly, really had him startled. Didn't Blaine understand how uncomfortable he was with this? He'd lied and told his dad he'd read the brochures, but really, he'd skimmed, his face flushing at some of the statements they used, and it was not in an aroused way. More like Holy-Sweet-Mother-Of-Gaga-I-Just-Walked-In-On-My-Parents-Having-A-Three-Way-With-The-Neighbor-Girl blushing. "Please get off."

Blaine pouted. "You'll love it baby, I swear."

"How would you even kno-Blaine!" Kurt scolded, swatting at Blaine's hand fiercely when it grabbed at his belt, trying to unhook it with one hand.

"Kurt, fuck!" Blaine shouted, startling the smaller boy further. Blaine had never even said Hell, had it not been in song he never swore, especially not so violently, and at Kurt. It caused him to shake harder, his eyes widening. "Would you stop being so prude? What am I, beneath you?"

"Blaine, no, I-" He was cut off by a bruising kiss, and he whimpered, trying again to push him off as he clamped his eyes shut.

Only this time, he moved.

Kurt's eyes shot up, and he flew back against the glass of Sebastian's car. He looked Blaine up and down, seeing how he swayed and fell against someone's larger chest, and how the arm wrapped around his waist to hold him up, almost like a cousin would hold someone, like this was very awkward but he had no choice.

"You okay, Fancy?"

"I'm fine," Kurt said, leaping down from the car, holding his now nearly unconscious boyfriend in his arms. Blaine lulled against him, suddenly weighing a lot more, his eyes closed. How many shots did he down, exactly, when David and he were dancing?

"You sure?" David asked. He didn't look disgusted or uncomfortable, just curious and worried. "He looked pretty hellbent."

"He would've stopped if I told him to," Kurt stated, not really answering the question. His boyfriend whined, burrowing into Kurt's chest, letting out a soft whimper that could only be fought for Saddest-Sound-Of-The-Year by, perhaps, a dying baby seal. "He's just drunk."

"Off his ass," David extended, sighing. "Look, I'm headed home. You want a ride?"

"I called a taxi," Kurt said, smiling shyly. "Thanks, though.."

Blaine flinched violently when someone in the distance let out a loud wolf whistle, which was followed by harsh guffaws. Kurt knew Blaine was just startled by the sudden sound, but it still made his neck bristle.

David noticed and rested his hand on Kurt's back. "I'll wait with you.."

Kurt nodded vigorously, and took Blaine to sit on the bench again. His boyfriend practically melted, his eyes fluttering open a small fraction, staring at Kurt's knee like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Kurt just watched David, pacing at the end of the sidewalk, waiting for that stupid looking yellow thing to drive up. It took another ten minutes (Such great costumer service) and when it did finally pull up, David helped lift the dead-weight-Blaine up. Blaine whimpered when he was pulled away from Kurt, and clung to him when Kurt stood and touched him again. Kurt felt like he was handling a puppy that knew he did something wrong, knew he was in trouble and that his master was mad at him, but he wasn't sure why or about what. That not knowing moment where you don't know if you're gonna be okay, or if you've screwed up too badly.

Kurt sighed, helping Blaine get into the car, and closing the door. He looked at David, smiled weakly and sighed. "Thanks.."

"He would've stopped," David said, nodding to himself.

Kurt nodded and moved to the other side of the taxi, opening the door.

"Hey," David said, stopping Kurt's action. "We still on for tomorrow?"

Kurt nearly scolded him for saying that in front of Blaine, then remembered he was nearly dead in the back. He then almost told him No, he was okay, and then remembered Sebastian..the whole evening...how he'd been scared...

David lifted a brow, waiting for a response.

Kurt nodded. "Yeah.. I'll see you then."

David nodded once, and then went back to his car. "Text me and let me know you got home okay!"

"Got it." Kurt sat down in the backseat, and saw how bad Blaine was trembling, and he tapped his shoulder. "Baby?"

Blaine looked at him, his eyes glassy when he snuggled into Kurt's chest. "Emsurry.."

Say whah?

"What, Blaine?"

He cleared his throat, looking up at the older boy, whispering, "'M sorry.."

Kurt understood him that time around, and he kissed his forehead, nodding slightly. "I know.."

He laid down, lying his head in Kurt's lap. Kurt gave the man driving directions to his house, and pet Blaine's hair. The black haired boy stopped mumbling apologies when they merged onto OH 161 W / US-33 W, and Kurt just leaned his head against the cool glass of the taxi. Once or twice the driver tried to strike up a conversation, but Kurt just deflected them easily like he deflected the ladies at the gay bar; with awkward, one-word replies. Soon enough, they were home, and Kurt shook Blaine's shoulder gently, waking him enough to help him inside.

Finn was snoring, obnoxiously, in his bed, one arm draped over his eyes and the other dangling along with his leg off the bed. He other leg was propped up, bent at the knee, which Kurt found himself tilting his head and wondering how it stayed up. Kurt shook his head and lain Blaine's limp body under the covers.

He would've stopped.

Blaine let out a sigh and buried his face in the pillow, lying on his stomach.

He would've stopped.

Kurt changed into a set of pajama's, and swiftly switched Blaine into a pair of sweats. If he had been thinking, he wouldn't have touched Blaine anywhere near there, but he knew skinny jeans were insanely uncomfortable when sleeping. In the morning he wouldn't even remember he did it, most likely, his mind too lost in a haze. He knew he texted David, because he winced when the bright light stabbed at his eyes.

He would've stopped.

He would've stopped.

He would've stopped.

...Right?


Now, I know Blaine didn't get this rough, but I was soooo p.o.'d at Blaine for that little episode, I wanted to kick him repeatedly.. -_- Yes I'm still whining over that :P Anyvay...Oh, and there shall be more Kurtofsky coming. Promise. lol :P

Plus: I just had to point out Kurt went OOC in this epi... I remember that episode where Burt tried to have the talk with him, poor boy looked like he was gonna vomit :P So, yeah, he's more uncomfortable with it in this fic...

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gleelover:
Oh dear.. o.o Well, this is a Kurtofsky story, but it will have some more Klaine in it, too, soo...Maybe it'll even out? lol :P