Klaine Advent Day 22 - vodka
[G, 178 words]
A/N: I've never actually had a hangover before so I'm not entirely sure if coffee, Advil, or toast help but I've heard they do so let's just go with it. :)
"Kurt! Kurt! Dance with me!" a very drunk Blaine shouted.
He made his way over to Kurt, shaking his hips.
"No honey, I'm fine," Kurt replied from the couch.
"Pleeeaasssseee!" Blaine begged, taking another swig of his vodka.
"Jesus, Blaine, how much of that have you had?" Kurt exclaimed.
"Not thaaat much," Blaine replied slurring a little.
"Oh B, you're going to have the worst hangover in the morning," Kurt told him.
"No I won't. I'll be fine," Blaine protested weakly.
***
"Morning sweetheart," Kurt said, opening the blinds and shaking Blaine awake.
Blaine rolled over slowly and squinted at the light.
"My head," Blaine groaned.
"I warned you about that hangover," Kurt said. "Lucky for you, your fiancé is amazing."
He handed Blaine a warm cup of coffee, some Advil and two pieces of toast.
"Oh you're the best," Blaine said.
"Yeah, I know," Kurt smiled.
Kurt settled himself next to Blaine and brushed the curls away from his face.
"Thank you," Blaine said leaning in.
"You're welcome," Kurt whispered against his lips before crashing them together.