A/N: Oh lord. I don't even know what this is. Enjoy, loves!

"So, what's your major?"

Kurt shares a nervous glance over to where Blaine is apparently knocking back a couple of shots of something as he pointedly removes the girl's hand from his chest. "I'm a double major," coughs Kurt. "In, uh, music theory and FASHION DESIGN." He puts extra emphasis on the last two words, moving her hands this time from around his neck.

"Your eyes," she slurs, the gin beginning to take its effect, "god, they're so blue. Like oceans."

Blaine walks back into the room and sits down on the couch, and sees the girl all over Kurt. He's doubled over with laughter. Kurt shoots him a glare.

"Sweetheart – wait, I'm sorry. What's your name again?"

"Christy," says the girl with a sloppy smile. "But you can call me sweetheart any day."

"No, um, Christy, I, uh –" Kurt is assaulted by the taste of gin and some horrible berry lip gloss as the girl attaches herself to his lips.

"Hi!" comes Blaine's cheery voice from over Christy's shoulders. "You happen to be kissing my boyfriend."

Christy whirls around, and Kurt hastily rubs the lip gloss off of his lips. "Ugh," he mutters under his breath, "now my hand's all sticky."

"That's what you said last night," shoots Blaine with a grin.

"Oh shut up."

"Wait," says Christy. "You have a boyfriend."

"Yep," says Kurt. "I made an honest attempt to tell you about him, but unfortunately your lips were keeping me from making any comment at all."

Christy frowns. "Oh."

"Yeah. Sorry."

"And you guys are boyfriends?" she asks with a strange look on her face.

Kurt's wary of her response when he answers this, and Blaine raises an eyebrow.

"We're boyfriends."

"For real?"

"Yeah," says Blaine. "Yeah, we're together. Why?"

"Can you guys kiss?"

"What?" Kurt asks.

Blaine, on the other hand, grins. "Of course we can kiss," he says, innocent as ever. "I think everyone can kiss, as long as they have lips. Why do you ask?"

Kurt fights back a laugh as he realizes what Blaine's doing. Ever since Kurt had pointed out how oblivious Blaine was, Blaine started milking it for all it was worth.

Apparently this was one of those times.

"I mean like, can you kiss here?" asks Christy, the alcohol leaving her impervious to any embarrassment. "You guys are hot. Your kiss would be hot."

"Really?" Kurt asks, his eyebrows going up. "Really."

"Come on, babe," says Blaine, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist. "We're at an NYU party. PDA is practically encouraged here. And Christy was very polite about all of this."

"Really, Blaine?" Blaine shrugs with that smile on his face that always makes Kurt give in with a laugh. "Okay, fine."

Kurt expects a chaste kiss from Blaine, however Blaine does that thing with his tongue swiping across Kurt's lips and he just melts into the kiss. It must have been an embarrassingly long time before they part, because Christy had left by the time Kurt remembers to open his eyes.

"Well," says Blaine, "that was interesting."

"I can't believe a girl just kissed me."

"Hey!"

Kurt laughs. "I was talking about Christy, you numbskull."

Blaine grins broadly, swaying a bit on the spot. "I know."

Kurt presses a kiss to his cheek. "It was awfully weird though."

"Tell me about it," says Blaine. "I had to watch a girl kiss my boyfriend."

"Hey!" says Kurt with an eye roll. "I had to watch you make out with my best friend junior year. That was horrific."

"Hey, we were drunk." Blaine looks up at Kurt and starts dancing a little bit, and Kurt begins to wonder how much he's had to drink.

Kurt pokes Blaine in the stomach. "Doesn't count, you still did it."

Blaine lowers himself on his knees, peering up at Kurt like it's the end of his life. "FORGIVE ME!"

"Oh my god, how much of that Green Apple Smirnoff did you have?"

"Only like seven shots. S'it's hittin me now. Oh, can I sing you a song? God, wow, Kurt, I love karaoke! Remember," Blaine hiccups, and the still mostly sober Kurt laughs. "Do you member when I serenaded you that firs-that first night you were at your dorm? Was a party, y'know, an the party was in your dorm. And, wow, six shots in a row bad idea, are things spinnin? I think I'm spinning. Anywaysidums," Blaine starts to tip over and Kurt catches him, lowering him down on a chair. "N you invited me to the party, and I drank a little, but you drank more, so I took care of you, and no more Zhenka for you after that, cuz you were so sick, so I sang to you as you were pukin, and I sang…What did I sing?"

Kurt shudders at the memory. "No more Zhenka. Ever again."

"No," says Blaine, waving Kurt off. "No, not the song. Zhenka's the vodka. Zhenka's the vodka that you called Satan's soda."

"I was talking about – never mind. You were singing, 'Teenage Dream,' because I was scared you were going to dump me for some guy in your dorm because I was so sick."

"Yeah," says Blaine, "yeah, that guy's nothing, you're so much hotter. Yeah, think I'm gonna sing Teenage Dream again. Or maybe, no, yeah, I'll sing 'I Kissed A Girl,' cuz you did, y'know?"

"But I didn't like it."

"KURT KISSED A –"

Kurt bursts into laughter and presses his hand over his boyfriend's mouth. "Oh my god, you weren't even this hilarious the night of Rachel's tragic house party!"

"GIRL, HE DON'T LIKE IT!"

"Oh my god…"

That night, Kurt ends up bringing Blaine from his dorm across campus to Kurt's, just to get him away from the alcohol and to a quieter area.

"Kurt, I love you."

"Love you too, Blaine."

"No," says Blaine. "Like I really do. Can we get an apartment together next year for junior year?"

Kurt smiles. "You're not going to remember this are you?"

"I dunno, I've been thinkin it for ages. We should do something fun. Let's make out."

"You're drunk."

"You're a sexpot!"

Kurt estimates that Blaine will be asleep within the next thirty seconds by the way he's acting, and tucks Blaine in next to Kurt, making sure Blaine is next to the wall so he won't fall off in a drunken stupor.

Blaine turns around in Kurt's arms and presses a sloppy kiss to Kurt's lips. "Love you, big spoon."

"You're calling me big spoon again?" laughs Kurt as he smoothes Blaine's hair. "You really are hammered.

"Do you love me too?"

"Of course I love you, silly."

"Call me little spoon."

"Fine. I love you too, little spoon."