"'m not going to the hospital," Blaine slurred, like he was actually going to change Kurt's mind. Kurt knew the second that it happened that Blaine was going to need stitches.

"We're not going to the hospital," Kurt explained patiently. "We're going to get stitches. Stop talking. You're going to make your lip bleed more." Blaine looked panicked, and he reached up to touch his face. Kurt grabbed his hand to keep him from messing with it. "Don't touch it, honey. That'll make it hurt more."

Kurt knew going to the party was a bad idea. It took Blaine three drinks and approximately one hour to go from completely sober to one hundred percent wasted. Kurt didn't have anything to drink for that very reason- he was going to be too busy babysitting his drunk boyfriend.

Kurt had tried to take five minutes to himself to go to the bathroom and get some water, but of course Blaine found some way to hurt himself. Santana found Kurt and dragged him over to a crying Blaine, who had tripped over his own feet and managed to bust his lip open.

Kurt wasn't a doctor, but with how drunk Blaine was, combined with the fact that he wouldn't stop bleeding, made him decide to take Blaine to get stitches. His lip was puffy and awkward, and he could tell Blaine was in pain, so Kurt dragged him to the car to take him to the doctor.

"I can' feel m' lip," Blaine mumbled. He sounded like he was going to cry. Kurt wasn't surprised. Blaine cried a lot when he was drunk since he never really faced his emotions when he was sober. Kurt held his hand and tried not to worry him.

"We'll get it fixed," he promised. "You have to stop talking, though. Talking is what makes it hurt." Blaine grumbled something, but finally shut up.

Kurt drove him to the little walk-in clinic a few blocks from their apartment. Blaine's mouth was still bleeding, but it wasn't as bad as it had been.

"Come on," Kurt coaxed, helping him out of the car. Blaine got tangled in his seatbelt and couldn't get it undone. Kurt led him inside and made him sit down in the waiting room. "Stay here, please. I'll be right back. Don't touch your mouth." Blaine nodded obediently, and Kurt went to sign him in.

Blaine was able to stop crying, and he sat still and didn't poke his mouth while they had to wait. Kurt held onto his hand and just prayed Blaine wouldn't get sick. He had a tendency to throw up when he was drunk, too.

Since there was hardly anyone else there at 10:30 on a Saturday night, they saw a doctor pretty quickly. Blaine seemed kind of freaked out, so Kurt made sure to stay with him. A nurse cleaned up the blood on his face, and the doctor was able to decide after one look that it needed a couple of stitches to help it heal.

Blaine seemed okay with that, until the nurse tried to get him to lie back to get started.

"Kur'..." Blaine moaned, eyes widening. Kurt got up and held his hand.

"It's okay," he told him. "She's going to make it numb so you don't feel anything. You just have to hold still. Let's get it over with so we can go home."

Blaine squeezed his hand tightly, still paranoid about the nurse. Kurt tried to distract him, but whenever she would get close with the needle, Blaine would freak out again, and they were all losing their patience.

"Blaine, come on," Kurt pleaded. He wanted to get home. "Look, you can hold my hand, I'm right here. It's not going to hurt."

Blaine looked up at Kurt like he was about to cry, but he took a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, and Kurt nodded at the nurse. Blaine was silently trembling the whole time, and even once his lip was numbed and he couldn't feel a thing, he was still nervous. Kurt did his best to help him through it, and once the doctor finished and pressed some gauze to his mouth, Blaine instantly became better.

"Come on, let's go home," Kurt told him, leading him down the hall to check out. Blaine followed him like a puppy, and tried to smile at him, but his mouth was too numb, and it wound up hurting him. Kurt just shook his head. He was engaged to an idiot.

"No more parties for you," Kurt told him as he buckled him back in the car. Blaine pretended to be upset, but was too drunk to carry on with the act. Kurt was just glad he'd only split his lip and not broken a bone or gotten a concussion. He couldn't trust Blaine with anything when he was drunk. But thankfully they both learned their lesson. Kurt figured out he couldn't leave Blaine alone for more than a minute, and Blaine discovered that trying to dance while drunk was very, very bad.

Author's Notes:

I had some free time today so I decided to do a prompt yay! I love writing drunk Kurt or Blaine and their awkwardness. They're just so cute!

Anyways, I have class tomorrow and Tuesday, but then a five day weekend! I'm going to try to get some chapters posted and get some prompts answered! Thanks for being patient with me and stuff, you guys!