A/N: I like writing.
Obviously during 'Blame It On The Alcohol'
With one arm around his drunken schoolmate, Kurt Hummel shuffled home, not daring to drive. He wasn't sure of the limit, or how far over it he was, but the fuzziness around the edges of his sight terrified him.
Blaine was warm against him, his energy creating more body heat. He had stopped screaming into the night like a wild horse, and was now mumbling lyrics.
"We're almost home," Kurt told him, and he nodded almost absently.
Kurt stumbled over a bump in the pavement, sending them both sprawling. Blaine kept them off balance, and he fell onto the hard pavement, swinging Kurt so he landed on the grass.
"You okay?" Kurt asked, feeling the back of Blaine's head.
"I'm not that drunk," he said softly, almost soberly.
"Yeah you are. This is just a lapse," Kurt picked himself up, brushing the grass from his coat. He helped Blaine, who was still lying down. "But I wanted to know how you were after the fall. Did you hit your head?"
"Don't think so," he muttered. He was really drunk.
Supporting him again, Kurt practically dragged him. It was only a few houses more. As they walked, Kurt fished for his keys. His dad was out with Carole, he wouldn't be home until late.
Kurt froze.
Where was Finn?
They stood at the door, Blaine holding the railings like they were the hand of god.
"We going in?" Blaine asked softly, glancing at the door.
"Blaine…where's Finn?"
Blaine barely blinked.
"Dunno…said something…" his eyes squeezed tight before he let out a giggle. "After me and Ray sang…the song. He left. Remember?"
It came back to him. Finn slipped out early, he was probably already in bed. His minor panic attack over, Kurt unlocked the door and lead Blaine inside.
"You're sure…it's okay if I stay here?"
"Yeah, Dad won't mind,"
"Awesome," it came out as a high pitched note, and Kurt laughed.
Kurt led him upstairs, and Blaine let out a low whistle.
"Nice place," Blaine giggled and Kurt flushed.
"You can take the bed," Kurt offered, and Blaine shook his head.
"I aint taking your bed," Blaine slurred, pulling Kurt down onto the bed with him.
Kurt's eyes widened as he fell on top of the Warbler. "Whoa…"
Blaine just laughed and pulled Kurt closer to him. "You're so warm,"
Kurt was uncomfortable – and it wasn't just because Blaine's belt was digging into his stomach. Kurt froze. He hoped to god that it was his belt.
Blaine rolled them over until they were side by side. Blaine's lips were right there. Kurt only had to breathe heavily if he wanted to kiss him.
He didn't.
Before Blaine could make a move, Kurt sat up. Blaine looked slightly confused for a second, before sitting up next to Kurt.
"I'm tired," he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
Kurt only smiled and stood up.
"Take my bed. I insist," Kurt muttered, moving away from the bed.
"Where will you sleep then?"
"Somewhere else," Kurt muttered. He didn't actually know. "I'll figure something out,"
Blaine shook his head. "You're sleeping here,"
He pulled Kurt back onto the bed, not hugging him so forcefully. Blaine let go of him and settled into the pillows, snuggling down tightly.
"You have a comfy bed," he muttered, and Kurt laughed.
He was stiff and tense next to Blaine – he barely dared to move.
"Relax," Blaine muttered after a few minutes.
Blaine rolled over and threw his arm over Kurt's chest, pulling him close. Well, that didn't help. It only made Kurt tenser. Eventually, Kurt managed to roll onto his side, Blaine's arm curving with his body. The Warbler was now fast asleep, but Kurt couldn't concentrate.
In, out.
In, out.
Blaine's breathing was as steady as a drum.
His fingers twitched irregularly.
Annoyed grunts and moans occasionally slipped from his mouth.
His left leg had moved twice.
His right leg didn't move at all.
Kurt knew he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
A/N: Not too Klainey, but that's okay :P It explains why the other half of the bed was rumpled - and why Kurt was applying face cream (I know he does it anyway, but shush) - it was to cover his dark eyes from the lack of sleep :P