"Blaine, I am really not comfortable with this." Kurt whispered as the two entered the bar.
"Oh come on Glinda, Your from New York. Your telling me you've never been to a bar?" Blaine responded at normal volume, heading towards the bar.
"Hey Blaine!" The beefy bartender called, "Usual?"
"Yeah Bernie. I've got us a newbie." He gestured with his thumb to Kurt.
"Nice job. He's a purty one." Bernie comment, pulling a glass out from under the bar. "And what can I get you beautiful?" He asked Kurt, smiling charmingly.
Blaine's sences flared up, He could tell that the bartender was flirting with Kurt, and for some reason that irked him. "He'll take a margarita on the rocks. Come on baby, Lets dance." He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to the dance floor and started grinding close to Kurt.
"Jealous were you Harry?" Kurt asked seductively.
"Extremely so." Blaine growled.
"That's sweet." Kurt said.
Blaine pulled away and grabbed their drinks, handing Kurt his. "Cheers." He took a swig and gestured for Kurt to do the same. Kurt sighed and raised his drink, "Here's to responsiblity." and took a drink, gasping as the liquid rushed down his throat.
"How's it taste?" Blaine asked, whirling him back to the dance floor.
"Believe it or not, I've had a drink before." Kurt told him, pulling Blaine closer.
"Coulda fooled me." Blaine snorted.
"Just dance with me." Kurt breathed, tangling his hands in Blaine's curls.
The two danced slowly, holding each other close. They danced for hours and drank a little bit too much. Bernie smiled, seeing the two of them stumble by him. He atleast knew Blaine was getting lucky tonight.
Kurt was now laying on Blaine's bed, breathing deeply. Blaine was beside him, running his fingers through Kurt's chestnut hair.
"Tonight...Was the best night...everrrr." Kurt slurred.
"Baby, Your such a light weight." Blaine said.
"I am...not!" Kurt said, climbing into Blaine's lap.
"Wow, You sure are a clingy drunk." Blaine laughed.
"Kiss me." Kurt replied, straddling Blaine's lap.
"I'd rather not kiss you when your so wasted." Blaine said.
"Kiss me you stupid mother fucker." Kurt swore.
"Clingy AND sassy." Blaine mused.
"Damn it Blaine!" Kurt yelled.
"Your really turning me on." Blaine said, pulling Kurt's face closer to his. Kurt leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Blaine full on the lips. He tangled his fingers in Blaine's curls, wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist. Blaine pulled away, his eyes gleaming. "Baby, Your Drunk, Don't do anything you will regret."
Kurt didn't respond, pushing Blaine back on the bed and kissing him roughly again. This time Blaine didn't protest, tangling his hands in Kurt's hair. Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine with a expression that he had never seen Kurt make before. He dragged his finger down Blaine's throat before stopping at the edge of Blaine's button down shirt. He smiled seductively and yanked the shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. Blaine smirked as Kurt was left breathless at the sight of his perfectly toned abs.
"Like what you see darlin?" Blaine drawed.
"I love it." Kurt growled.
"Dang, If I'd of known getting you drunk was all it took to get in your pants, I woulda taken you to scandals ages ago."
Kurt grinned, and quickly undid the button to Blaine's pants with his teeth, staring at the throbbing bludge. Blaine smirked and looked at Kurt, "It's not fair that I'm almost completely naked and your still fully clothed."
Kurt smirked and wiggled his ass. The door then burst open revealing a frantic Rachel, She didn't even seem to notice her brother was wearing only boxers.
"Blaine, Demitria isn't in her room. I looked everywhere for her. But I did find this." She thrust a piece of paper towards him, in which Blaine hesitantly picked up.
It was the picture of Finn.
