AN: Inspired by lyrics from "Last Call Casualty" by Bowling For Soup. This would be a future fic as Blaine and Kurt are in the bar legally. Would love to hear feedback.
Kurt walked into the bar. It was easy to spot his fiancé in the near empty bar. Blaine was sitting at the one end of the bar, shoulders hunched, and hands wrapped around a half empty glass. Kurt sighed. As old as this scene was getting, he knew that throwing his hands up and walking away just wasn't an option.
Striding across the bar, Kurt stepped in between the bar stool Blaine was sitting on and the one next to him. "I think you've had enough," Kurt said, reaching out and sliding the glass from Blaine's hands. He got a whiff of the whiskey in it as he did. As usual Blaine had chosen to drown his feelings of rejection from his father in a Jack and Coke.
"Look, isss ma prince in shining . . . something," Blaine replied, glancing up at Kurt.
"Oh, yeah. Definitely had enough," Kurt said, more to himself than to Blaine.
"You the boyfriend?"
Kurt jumped at the sudden question and looked to find the bartender standing across from him.
"Yeah."
The bartender reached into his pocket and took out Blaine's keys. "When he came in here he said I should give you these when he called you to pick him up," the bartender said holding the keys out to him. "At least he was smart enough to turn the keys over before he tried to drown his sorrows."
"This isn't the first time," Kurt commented taking the keys from him. ~And it probably won't be the last,~ he added silently. Blaine's method of dealing with his father since graduating highschool seemed to be drinking. Talking things out would have to wait until Blaine was sober again.
"Come on, damsel in distress, let's get you home," Kurt said, helping Blaine to his feet and drawing one arm across his shoulders.
