(A/n: some warnings for this chapter: mentions of vomit and mentions of alcohol!)
After retching again in the toilet, Blaine slumped back, into his boyfriend's lap, and whined softly. Kurt leaned forward, just enough to flush the toilet, before wrapping his arms around Blaine, rocking them gently.
"Let's get you back to bed," Kurt murmured, starting to stand them up.
Blaine whined again and leaned heavily into Kurt as they walked towards the bedroom. With a pout, he whispered, "Hurts, Daddy."
Kurt wanted to laugh, but he didn't, he knew it'd offend "little" Blaine. Instead, he just rubbed a soothing circle into Blaine's hip and shushed him again. After graduation, all of the glee club managed to get together and party. Kurt happily took the title of designated driver. Blaine, on the other hand, took a shot with every other senior and whoever else he could find. Although Kurt tried to stop him at five, Blaine snuck his way to at least eight shots. Today, he was paying the price. Kurt had never seen his boyfriend so hung over.
Blaine had woken up in extreme pain and discomfort, cuddled up to Kurt. Before he could say or do anything, he was sprinting towards the bathroom to vomit. The two had taken several trips to the bathroom since then, Blaine falling further and further in to his headspace the more Kurt took care of him.
Once Blaine was back in bed, Kurt kissed his forehead. "Baby, I'm going to get you some Gatorade and a little bit of breakfast."
"No!" Blaine protested immediately, wincing at his own volume.
"You don't tell Daddy no," Kurt said firmly. He continued, "But yes, I'm going to get you some Gatorade, it'll help keep you strong. And you can take something to make your head hurt less too. And for breakfast, just some toast. I need you to get something into your tummy."
Blaine whined in protest and turned onto his side, pulling his Margret Thatcher dog into his chest, but didn't protest any further. Satisfied, Kurt leaned down to kiss his cheek, told Blaine he loved him, and left for the kitchen. He found a bottle of red Gatorade, which he knew Blaine liked most, made some toast with a small amount of jelly, and got Advil. When he got to his bedroom, he transferred the Gatorade into a sippy cup for Blaine and then joined him on the bed.
Blaine looked up when he felt the weight shift. Kurt smiled gently. "Hey cutie."
"Hi," Blaine mumbled, pouting.
"Hey, baby boy. Don't be so pouty. Daddy's got some magic breakfast." Kurt hummed softly.
Despite Blaine's insistence on not wanting to eat, he couldn't help but perk up slightly at that. "Magic?"
"Yes. Magic." Kurt grinned.
"How?"
"Remember Tinkerbell's fairy dust in Peter Pan that helps people fly?" After Blaine nodded, Kurt continued. "Tink has a friend who has special fairy dust just for making people feel better. And guess who just happens to know Tink's friend."
Blaine smiled a little, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Kay. I try."
"Good boy," Kurt murmured, kissing the top of Blaine's head. Getting him to drink some Gatorade wasn't hard. Getting him to take the pills caused quite a bit of wining, and halfway through his toast, he was huffing and pouting, pushing the plate off of his lap violently. Kurt ended up holding the toast to Blaine's mouth, using soothing words as he fed him.
Magically, Blaine was feeling much better within the next two hours. He wasn't bouncing off the walls, but he was more talkative and started playing and hadn't puked once more. He even asked for more "red juice" and even some lunch, which he ate on his own.
"Okay baby," Kurt said softly as he stroked Blaine's hair, as Blaine sat colouring pictures in his colouring book. "I think we should discuss a new rule."
"New rule?" he asked, pouting but not looking away from his colouring book.
"Yes, new rule, sweetheart," Kurt murmured. "I don't want you drinking as much as you did last night."
Blaine whined and shook his head. "Uh-uh. I was big 'nd it was special 'cassion and I can't be in trouble!"
"You're not in trouble," Kurt reassured softly, "But last night was dangerous and I don't want that to happen again."
Blaine put his crayon down and tossed the colouring book onto the floor angrily.
"Hey!" Kurt said sternly. "No tantrums. Or you will be in trouble, little boy."
Blaine glared at Kurt, crossed his arms, but didn't say anything else. Kurt sighed and wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him in to cuddle. Blaine resisted, but Kurt kissed the top of his head and told him everything was okay and almost immediately, Blaine was relaxed in his arms.
"Good boy," Kurt whispered. "The new rule isn't bad, sweetie. First of all, never ever drink when little, but I think we both knew that. Second, no drinking without Daddy's permission, and when you do drink, if Daddy says it's too much, you're done for the night. Understand?"
Blaine's lip drew into his mouth and he worried it slightly, before nodding.
"Okay, good. We can discuss it more later, then Daddy'll put it on his list." Kurt said with a soft smile.
Blaine shifted awkwardly. He knew he wasn't in trouble, but he felt like he did something wrong last night and he was being chastised, and he didn't like that. He didn't mean to do anything wrong. He closed his eyes and rested against Kurt's chest, letting his Daddy, soothe him. After a little while, he pulled away and looked up at Kurt.
"Daddy," he nearly whispered, eyes wide and innocent. "Can we watch princesses please?"
"Of course we can," Kurt said with a soft smile, kissing the top of Blaine's head. "What movie?"
"Uh… 'Laddin?"
"Aladdin it is."
With that, Kurt got up and put the movie in for Blaine. He brought their dirty dishes from lunch downstairs and came up with a sippy cup of milk for Blaine, but when he got back upstairs, he already saw Blaine cuddling Margret Thatcher, paci in mouth, and enthralled in the movie. Kurt placed the sippy cup on the bedside table, telling Blaine what it was, and then climbed next to his boyfriend, cuddling close to him. Blaine fell asleep for a nap shortly after that, and Kurt followed soon after that. They both had had a long night and a longer day.