A/N: To continue with the initial theme, have some drunk!Blaine :) This is a slightly older drabble (meaning, about a week ols? one and a half weeks old?)
Kurt was a little late, he knew that. And it wasn't entirely accidental. He just really tried to avoid alcohol, and if he came to the party when everybody was already slightly tipsy, maybe he could get away with not drinking at all. Not that anyone could pressure him into it, but he would feel awkward always rejecting a drink. So yeah, definitely the best idea to show up late.
He knew most of the students at this party, after all it was one of his fellow Warbler's home this party was held at. Still, when he came in, he had to look until he spotted a familiar face across the room.
And apparently Blaine had seen him too, judging by the enthusiastic wave and… oh my gosh… was he… prancing?
Before Kurt could get over the initial shock of this, Blaine was already standing in front of him, flinging his arms around the neck of the just slightly taller teenager - a total surprise to Kurt. "Hey there…" he slurred, "I already started to miss you… you're late!" And he sported the most adorable pout Kurt had ever seen.
"I know, I'm sorry…" Kurt could barely tear his eyes from Blaine's clouded ones. "Blaine, are you drunk?" such a stupid question, why else would Blaine behave in a way that was totally untypical?
"Well.. I may or may not have enjoyed some of the punch… it tastes like strawberry and vanilla! You'll love it" Blaine explained giggling, still pressed against Kurt. "But before that…" with that he grabbed Kurt's collar "…I wanna dance!"
And while a grinning Blaine pulled Kurt towards the "dance floor" in the spacious living room of the mansion, Kurt regretted running late when he could have enjoyed more time with his positively adorable and surprisingly flirtatious best friend.