So I slept until 8:30pm tonight which is fantastic for someone on shift work. I woke up to find a Chris Colfer sex riot on Tumblr had just pretty much finished. Sigh.

Anyway, I did reach my 350 followers and posted that Tumblr exclusive story. If anybody missed it, PM me and I'll link them to it.

Oh, and by the most recent of spoilers (which I'm not going to name), I feel the appropriateness of this chapter. I really do.

From AliceinWarberland97: What if Kurt and Blaine went to a party of some kind(you could make if another Warbler party?:D) and Kurt got really drunk but Blaine only a little. When Blaine gets Kurt back to his room, he tries to get him to go to sleep and Kurt says he only will if Blaine gives him a kiss? Blaine, thinking Kurt won't remember in the morning, agrees.

Drunk

It really was all Blaine's fault.

He should have known when Kurt said he didn't want to go to a party with alcohol, there would be a reason. But he had insisted, telling Kurt that he didn't have to drink after all and after a lot of persistence, Kurt had finally agreed. And once they had arrived at Nick's house and Jeff had pulled him away to hog the karaoke machine, Kurt had seemed very happy to be there. So much so that Blaine felt confident enough that he could accept a drink from Wes and engage in the conversation with the other boys. Kurt would be fine.

After half an hour, Blaine began to realize that maybe he should check what Kurt was up to and politely excused himself to head in the direction he had last seen Kurt. He wasn't sure what to expect but it definitely wasn't the sight of Jeff, Nick, Cameron and Kurt all taking tequila shots and laughing uproariously. "Blaineeeee!" Kurt yelled and Blaine winced; Kurt was only a few feet from him. "Come join us!"

"How much has he had to drink?" Blaine asked Jeff who appeared the most sober.

Jeff frowned, looking up at the roof. "Four shots and a few drinks heavily spiked with vodka. And he consented, before you ask."

"Was that before or after he knew the punch had vodka?" Jeff's mouth opened but he stopped, looking sheepish. "That's what I thou- Kurt?"

Kurt was draped around his shoulder, his head resting up against Blaine's cheek. "You need to get drunk, Blaine. It's so much fun!"

Blaine shook his head, guiding Kurt through to the other room and seating him on a couch. "Someone has to be able to drive us home and that's definitely not you. Or… anybody else here," he realized, glancing around at all the half-drunk Warblers.

Nick had followed them, swaying slightly but definitely in better condition than Kurt. "Didn't I tell you? You're all more than welcome to stay the night." He raised his voice above the music for the rest of the room. "There's room for all of you to stay tonight!"

Cheers rang out and Blaine saw a couple of the Warblers who had been avoiding the alcohol quickly make their way over to get drinks. Blaine was tempted to follow suit but another glance at Kurt told him that the two drinks he had already had would be more than enough. "Has he had more than you guys?" Blaine asked Nick who was sitting on the arm of the couch, surveying the party.

Nick glanced down at Kurt and snorted. "Less actually. He's a lightweight."

"I know," Kurt sang out. "This is why I don't drink, Blaine. I can't hold my li - that stuff that tastes good. Threw up on someone's feet last time."

Blaine subtly moved his feet as far away from Kurt as possible - not that he needed to be subtle, Kurt was definitely out of it. "Okay, we might keep you away from the alcohol for the rest of the night, hey Kurt? You can stick to water."

"But water's booooring!" Kurt attempted to grab the cup out of Nick's hand and overbalanced, falling off the couch. Blaine immediately grabbed his arm and tugged him back up, but Kurt refused to sit down, instead taking off in the direction of Wes who was also starting to look a little worse for wear. With a sigh, Blaine stood and followed, resigning himself to being Kurt's caretaker for the night.

Well, at least he's having fun.

Blaine stared around the room at the drunken Warblers, shaking his head. Yes, they had had a fantastic time but everybody would have killer hangovers in the morning and Blaine would probably end up taking care of them all, regardless of his own impending hangover which, thankfully, would be less severe. Blaine also knew he would be the one taking care of Kurt who had been sneaking alcohol any chance he could get throughout the night and was well and truly drunk. Speaking of Kurt…

"Blaine, I think you might want to get Kurt to bed." Jeff perched on the edge of the chair and nearly fell off, Blaine catching him quickly. "He's gonna pass out any minute… or make out with my boyfriend and I can't be held responsible for what I do if he does. I'm drunk after all."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Jeff, you're the most logical drunk person I know." He sighed and stood, making his way across the room to where Kurt was practically lying in Nick's lap. Nick was laughing at nothing which was always amusing to watch, but right now Blaine needed to do something about Kurt. "Okay, Kurt, it's time for you to go to bed."

It took Kurt a few moments to focus in on Blaine. "Blaine!" he said happily, holding his arms out and clearly expecting Blaine to pick him up. "Carry me?"

"Oh… really?" Kurt nodded enthusiastically and Blaine sighed. "Come on then."

The height difference made it a little difficult but Kurt was a lot lighter than he looked and before long they were making their way along the hall to one of the guest rooms. Blaine chose the one next to the room he normally stayed in, checking to make sure nobody was already occupying it before awkwardly flicking on the light with his elbow and gently depositing Kurt on the bed. "Where's my phone, Blainey?"

"In your bag. I guess you need to tell your dad you're staying the night?" Kurt nodded. "Wait here then." Blaine quickly returned to the other room and grabbed Kurt's bag, not trusting Kurt alone in his current state for long. But when he came back it was to find Kurt standing in the corner with his hands over his eyes, clearly trying not to laugh. "Um, Kurt, I can see you."

"No you can't!"

Blaine couldn't suppress a smile. He took advantage of the moment to quickly text Kurt's dad - Hey, it's Blaine, just letting you know Kurt's staying the night at Nick's place. He's already out for the night so I thought I'd tell you. After all, the last thing he wanted was for Burt to think he was taking advantage of Kurt, or that Kurt was drunk off his face. Even though the latter was absolutely true.

"Okay, Kurt, do I have to come and find you?"

"Yeah!"

Blaine chuckled. "Okay then." He quickly crossed the room and pulled Kurt's hands from his eyes. "Found you."

Kurt began to giggle uncontrollably. "Can we play again?"

"Kurt, listen to me." Blaine sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling his head start to spin a little. He knew he would be out like a light the minute he got back to his own room, but right now he couldn't trust Kurt to be alone. "I need you to lie down." Kurt continued giggling, and Blaine couldn't help but notice how incredibly cute it was. "It's time for sleep."

Kurt skipped over to the bed, bouncing onto it. "Are you sleeping with me, Blaine?"

Oh, if only I had a tape recorder... "No, I'm going back to my bed, Kurt." Blaine tried not to read too much into the pout he received as a response - Kurt was drunk after all. "But you need to lie down and go to sleep."

Kurt obediently flopped back, kicking the blankets to his feet. Blaine waited a moment then sighed. "I'm going to have to do everything for you," he muttered, grabbing the blankets and tucking them up around Kurt's shoulders. "Okay, ready to sleep now?"

"No."

Blaine sighed again. "What is it?"

"I need a goodnight kiss."

Blaine choked. "You - you what?" he stammered when he could breathe again.

Kurt shrugged, unperturbed. "I won't be able to sleep unless you kiss me goodnight. Like Sleeping Beauty except... not."

Ah, drunken logic. And really, Blaine couldn't think of a good reason to say no. After all, Kurt wasn't going to remember it... and he didn't specify where the kiss had to be. "Alright, I'll give you one kiss and then you go to sleep?" Kurt nodded eagerly. "Okay," Blaine murmured, before leaning in to kiss Kurt on the cheek.

"Hey, that's not a kiss!" And before Blaine knew what was happening, Kurt had grabbed his hair and pulled him back in, forcing their lips together.

Blaine froze, before instinct took over and he found himself kissing Kurt back. It was sloppy, yes, because of their intoxicated states, but it was still something quite incredible in its own right, and Blaine found himself disappointed when they finally broke apart before remembering the situation. "G'night Blaine," Kurt whispered before curling into a ball and closing his eyes.

Blaine stood, touching his lips lightly as he stared down at his friend. "Goodnight, Kurt," he whispered back before killing the lights and heading off to his own bed.

The loud knocking jarred Blaine into consciousness and his head immediately made it clear that this was not a good thing. "What?" he called irritably towards the door, regretting it a second later when Kurt entered. "Oh... sorry. Just - headache, you know." Then the events of the previous night came back to Blaine and he realized that Kurt did know. Or at least should. "Hold it, how are you not hungover?"

Kurt smiled tiredly, holding up a pill bottle. "These are miracle workers. Got them off Puck when I learned what this party was going to be like - I just didn't expect to need them for myself." He tossed the painkiller bottle to Blaine who scooped a couple out and downed them before struggling into a sitting position.

"So, good party then?"

Kurt chuckled lightly. "I guess you could say that. That's my second experience being drunk and at least I didn't throw up... did I?"

Blaine shook his head before wincing at the action. "No, not that I saw anyway, and I stayed with you once you veered on the wrong side of tipsy."

"Did I make a total fool of myself?" Kurt asked anxiously. "I can remember bits and pieces, but not everything."

Blaine deliberated for a second with how mean to be - after all, the opportunities were endless. Then he realized the truth was probably mortifying enough. "Well, you serenaded Cameron, told David exactly what you thought of his girlfriend and then tried to make everybody else play 'The Floor Is Lava'."

Kurt looked horrified and mildly curious. "Um... the first two are kind of awful... but did anybody play?"

Now it was Blaine's turn to laugh. "We all did. It was a lot of fun."

"I'll bet." Kurt shuffled a little closer, turning his full attention on Blaine. Now that his headache was staring to melt away - and Blaine needed to track down this Puck and thank him - he saw the serious look on Kurt's face. "We need to talk about last night."

Okay, play it cool. He might be talking about something totally different.

"What about last night, Kurt?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "The part where you kissed me."

And… no he's not.

"Well if you want to be technical about it, you kissed me," Blaine said without thinking, before realizing that would probably make things worse. "I mean, I just wanted to kiss you on the cheek but…" He stopped digging his own hole and looked up at Kurt. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, no," Kurt shook his head. "It is my fault, I was the one who threw myself at you after all."

Blaine shrugged uncomfortably. "Well, you were drunk after all," he reasoned, hating himself for not trying, not asking, not hoping. "I know it didn't mean anything."

He glanced back over at Kurt just in time to see something flicker and die in his eyes. "Yeah. Of course. Well… uh, I might let you get presentable and then we can go and see how hungover everybody else is."

Blaine gave Kurt a weak smile. "Not a problem. Just give me a few minutes."

Kurt obligingly left the room but Blaine stayed in bed for a moment longer, allowing himself to drop his head into his hands and have three seconds of self pity before getting up and plastering his best fake smile on. It was time to go out there and be in control and pretend that nothing was wrong other than a slight headache, and ignore the words rolling around in his brain.

Face it, the only time he's going to want you is when he's drunk.

You're never going to get Kurt.

Aw, bb's! I've had people asking if I was ever going to do another kiss which didn't result in them getting together, so here you go.

MusicalEscape:

"I HATE Azimio! I will grind his bones to make my BREAD!"

"Blaine, you're not an evil giant. You're too dapper."

*snicker* "And too short."