A/N: I kinda wanna take this time to reply to you guys right now. I feel like I should, ya know? So, I'm gonna do that, feel free to skip this stuff and get to some drunk!Kurt reading, because that's pretty fun. xD

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Disclaimer: Still not Ryan Murphy, meaning I still don't own Glee.

Chapter Six

It was just after one AM when Kurt stumbled into Blaine for the first time since their duet. Blaine could tell just by watching Kurt that he was drunk. Kurt looked up and leaned against Blaine, and began giggling.

"Blaine! Shh…" He choked out through a fit of giggles, "The T-Rex is coming-ing to find me! He wants me to go home. B-but, I don't wanna." Kurt grabbed onto Blaine's arm to steady himself, "I've gotta hide!"

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Kurt, it's just Finn. You probably should go home with him. You're drunk out of your ass," he told Kurt, who was still gripping his arm.

Kurt looked at him and shook his head, "I don't wanna leave. I jus' wanna stay here forever an' have some fun!" Kurt threw his arms in the air a little too enthusiastically, and fell backwards on his ass. Blaine shook his head and watched Kurt's eyes widen, "Woah! How'd the floor get here?"

Blaine sighed and helped Kurt up, "Kurt, you need to go home," Kurt shook his head, "Kurt."

"Blaine, I n-need a bathroom," Kurt said suddenly.

"Well, the closest one is-" Before he could even finish, Kurt had run over to the nearest trash can and began to vomit the contents of his stomach. Blaine sighed, he should find Finn. He knew for a fact that Finn and Sam offered to be designated drivers. Blaine found Finn pretty quickly, Finn's height made him easy to spot in a crowd.

Finn turned to Blaine as he walked over, "Hey, have you seen-"

"Kurt?" Finn nodded, "Yeah, he's currently throwing the contents of his stomach up in my trash can," he grimaced. Finn screwed up his face in disgust and groaned, "Listen, since he's currently barfing, I figured he could just stay here for the night, and you and Sam just worry about the rest of them," he said, waving his hand around the room, "I can get Kurt down to your house by the time your mom and Burt get back, most likely."

Finn hesitantly nodded, "Alright, yeah. That sounds fine, I guess," he replied, "I'll find Sam and we'll start rounding people up," with that Finn and Blaine split up, Finn to go find Sam and Blaine to go check on Kurt, who still stood over the trash can, retching. Blaine made his way to Kurt's side and rubbed small circles on Kurt's back as Kurt began puking once more.

It took about twenty minutes, but finally Sam and Finn had finished gathering up all the Glee club, and everyone was in the two cars, ready to go home. Finn said goodbye to Blaine and left. Blaine walked back to the ballroom and looked at Kurt who now sat beside the trashcan, exhausted.

"Come on, Kurt, let's go," he said, helping Kurt to his feet and securing his arm around Kurt's waist to help him walk. He practically dragged Kurt upstairs and to his room, laying Kurt on his bed before grabbing a white t-shirt and a pair of plaid blue pajama pants, and helping Kurt change and brush his teeth with an unopened spare toothbrush. After laying Kurt back in his bed he changed in his bathroom quickly before he began gathering up blankets to make a bed on the floor.

"Blaine?" Kurt called from the bed, "Blaine!"

"Yes Kurt?" Blaine asked, looking back at him from his closet.

"Come lay with me, Blaine," Kurt said, patting the side of the bed flirtatiously, but failing as he slurred his words.

"Kurt, you're drunk. You'll wake up in the morning and think I'm a creep, I'm not laying with you," Blaine said, even though he so badly wanted to lay down with Kurt.

"Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, sitting up and closing his eyes tight before opening them and looking at Blaine, "You come lay with me right now!" Kurt tried to say this roughly, but ended up sounding a bit pathetic, "If you don't… I'll barf on your bed," Kurt's threat sounded slightly less terrifying as it slurred.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "You'll probably barf in it anyway," Blaine retorted, but walked over to the side of the bed and climbed in under the covers. Once Blaine was under the covers Kurt scooted closer to Blaine. Kurt placed a hand on Blaine's thigh, causing Blaine to jump in surprise.

"You know, Santana was right," Kurt said, sliding his hand up and down Blaine's thigh.

"Right about what?" Blaine asked shakily.

"I do like it when you flirt with me, it makes me feel… nice," Kurt confessed drunkenly, "I mean, you're the first guy to say anything like that to me, and you're super-hot, but it's not just that, you really mean something to me. Anymore all I can think about is you, and how badly I want to kiss you," he explained, "And just how badly I want you, Blaine," Kurt stared and Blaine hungrily, and moved to Blaine towards him, but Blaine stopped him and held his arms.

Blaine shook his head, "You're drunk, Kurt," he said. He knew it must be the alcohol talking, because how could someone as perfect as Kurt like someone as screwed up as Blaine? They couldn't, it was impossible. Yes, he and Kurt had kissed last night, but it hadn't meant anything, had it? Kurt didn't actually like Blaine, he'd just never experienced being with someone in such an intimate way. That was it, it had to be.

"I'm not drunk! I only had a few drinks!" Kurt denied rather loudly, his words slurring, "I am completely sober," Kurt had removed his hands from Blaine's and was now pointing at him.

Blaine rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Go to sleep, Kurt," he replied.

Kurt shook his head stubbornly, "You have to kiss me first," he half sang.

Blaine sighed, "Kurt, I'm not kissing you, you are drunk. I can't do that to you and if I do and you remember tomorrow, you'll regret it," he told Kurt honestly.

Kurt groaned, "Blaine, I would not regret it! I like you, and refuse to sleep until you kiss me!"

"Kurt I'm not-"

But Blaine couldn't finish because Kurt had already launched himself on Blaine, attaching their lips in a heated kiss, consisting mainly of teeth and tongue. Blaine could taste the alcohol in Kurt's mouth, mixed with mint toothpaste, and somehow, coffee. Kurt held the back of Blaine's neck, his fingers running through and tugging at the small curls that lay there, and Blaine let his hands grip Kurt's hips.

After several minutes, Kurt finally pulled back and looked up at Blaine, "Now I can go to sleep," he said with a grin before lying back down on the bed and tugging Blaine with him. Blaine was breathing heavily, since Kurt had caught him off guard he hadn't had enough time to get a good breath, and along with that, Kurt was an amazing kisser. Kurt snuggled up against Blaine, his fingers gripping Blaine's shirt tightly and his legs tangling with Blaine's. Blaine encircled Kurt in his arms and smiled.

"Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine whispered, reaching over Kurt to turn off his lamp.

"G'night Blaine," Kurt replied sleepily.

It didn't take long for Kurt to fall asleep. Within three minutes Kurt's breathing had evened out, and his grip on Blaine's shirt had loosened. Blaine sighed contently and closed his eyes and thought. How had one boy changed his life so greatly in just one week? He had no clue; all he knew was that he, Blaine Anderson was falling for one Kurt Hummel.

Kurt woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and a nauseous feeling. He felt like he'd just been hit by a bus. He groaned and attempted to open his eyes, but snapped them shut immediately when the blazing sunlight that poured through the window met his eyes. Only a minute after he shut his eyes did he open them again and grab the nearest trash can as he threw up what little he still had in his stomach.

When he was done he sat the trash can by the bed and looked around the room. Blaine was nowhere to be found. Kurt stuck his tongue out in disgust at the taste of vomit in his mouth, and quickly got up and shuffled over to the bathroom. He walked into the room and rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the sink and brushed his teeth. Kurt hadn't noticed the sound of the shower running, or it stop, only when Kurt whirled around to leave the bathroom to find a very wet, very naked Blaine emerging from the showers did he notice that the bathroom had been occupied. Kurt's eyes raked over Blaine's body, which was covered in a light before he smacked his hands over them.

"Holy shit! I am so sorry!" Kurt apologized hastily, "I didn't- oh God."

Blaine's eyes widened as he saw Kurt, and he quickly reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist and looking back up. He chuckled at the blushing boy and shook his head, "Kurt, it's fine," Blaine assured him, walking over to stand in front of Kurt, "I'm covered up now, you can uncover your eyes."

Kurt uncovered his eyes and cracked his right eye open, sweeping it over Blaine before opening both eyes. He blushed and looked to the right of the room, he didn't want to look down at his feet because

Blaine was still very close and he didn't want to see down there just yet, but he also didn't want to make eye contact.

Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt and chuckled. Kurt took a deep breath before speaking, "Blaine, I am /so/-"

"Sorry. I know," Blaine finished for him, "It's fine, Kurt. You didn't know," he said, squeezing the boys shoulder lightly, "Come on, let's go to my room," he ushered Kurt out into his room, and stepping into his closet and Kurt sat on his bed. Blaine changed in his closet quickly before coming out and sitting beside Kurt.

"So, how do you feel?" He asked Kurt, who had his fingers pressed against his temples.

Kurt laughed humorlessly, "Like shit," he replied, "I am never drinking again."

Blaine chuckled and got up, "Hold on," he said, making his way to his bathroom once more. A minute later he walked out with a small plastic cup and two small red pills, "Here," he said, handing them to Kurt, who swallowed the ibuprofen down quickly, and gulped down the water.

"Thanks," Kurt said graciously after he sat his cup down on Blaine's night stand.

"So, I told Finn I'd have you home before your dad and Carole got home, but it's almost noon, and you feel like shit, so how about we just lay around, and whenever you feel good enough to get up and move I'll take you home," Blaine suggested.

Kurt was about to nod before he stopped himself, "Wait," he said, suddenly thinking of something, "How are you gonna take me home and then get back here?" Kurt asked, "Your bike isn't ready, and if you drive me back in my Navigator you won't have a ride."

"I am perfectly capable of walking, Kurt," Blaine replied with a shrug.

"No! That's such a far walk, Blaine! And it's Lima, Ohio! Who knows what could happen to you!" Kurt exclaimed.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Fine, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Until then, do you want to watch a movie?"

Kurt nodded, "Sure," he replied, smiling, "I'd like that."

Blaine nodded, "Okay, well, there's a ton of movies on the second shelf on that book stand," he motioned to the left of the bed where the large wooden stand sat against the wall, "So you can look through those and choose what you want. Meanwhile, are you hungry?"

As if right on cue Kurt's stomach gave a loud groan. Kurt blushed, "Uhm… a little," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Blaine chuckled, "Okay well, I'll go down and grab us something to eat and some drinks, you stay here and find a movie you want to watch," he said before heading out the bedroom door and down the stairs.

Kurt hopped down from the large bed and walked to the stand. The movies were unlike what Kurt expected to find in Blaine's room. Instead of multiple action, gore, thriller, and inappropriate comedies, there were multiple dramas, and musicals, along with a few action, gore, thriller, and inappropriate comedies.

After a few minutes of flipping through the movies he decided on Hairspray. There were plenty of amazing musicals to choose from, but Kurt didn't feel like sitting through two hours of, what would most likely be, awkward silence as they watched a serious romance. He didn't need to be reminded of the lack of romance in his life when he was in the same room as Blaine. Granted Hairspray has romance in it, but it was also a very comedic musical.

Kurt grabbed the movie and shuffled over to the television, grabbing the remote and switching it on before grabbing the DVD from its case and putting it into the player. Kurt took the T.V. remote, along with the player's remote, and plopped back down on the bed as the DVD loaded.

The previews had just started to play when Blaine walked back into the room with two plates and two glasses of water. He handed Kurt a plate and a glass before he slid onto the bed with his. Kurt looked down at his plate. It was a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich with no crust, just as Kurt liked it. But how had Blaine known that?

"How'd you know I preferred my PB and J crustless?" He asked curiously, "Wait! How'd you know I like PB and J sandwiches at all?"

Blaine shrugged, "I hear things," was his reply. The menu of the movie popped onto the screen then, and Blaine emitted a chuckled. He swallowed the bite of sandwich he had in his mouth and nodded towards the screen, "Hairspray?"

Kurt looked to Blaine, "I love this musical," he explained.

"Me too."

By the end of the movie, Kurt and Blaine were huddled under the covers, bodies pressed side-to-side. Their hands were lightly grazing each other's, and although neither would admit it, they couldn't get their minds off of each other. Kurt sighed contently and smiled, his eyes falling shut. He would stay like this forever if he could, but sadly he could not for Blaine had just practically jumped from the bed.

"Well, that was… good," he said nervously, his cheeks were tinted a light red.

Kurt nodded in agreement, "Yeah, very… good."

"Awesome even."

"Oh yeah, definitely awesome."

There was an awkward silence as the boys stared at one another. Kurt was still sitting on the bed, but now he was on the edge, his legs dangling off of it, and Blaine was standing a few feet from the edge of the bed.

"Yeah," Blaine replied, watching Kurt, who bit his lip nervously. The small gesture caused Blaine to tip off the edge, and before Kurt could blink, Blaine had attached their lips together in a hungry kiss. Kurt gladly accepted the kiss and laid down, allowing Blaine to move them to the center of the bed and lay on top of Kurt.

With every second the intensity of the kiss increased, and soon Kurt was biting at Blaine's lips, and Blaine's tongue was demanding entrance into Kurt's mouth. Their tongues danced with each other's, and Kurt let out a breathy moan. Both boys were soon losing oxygen, and their lips detached reluctantly. Kurt was breathing heavily, attempting to catch his breath before he was caught off guard and sucked in a sharp breath. Blaine's lips had made their way to Kurt's pulse point, where they were sucking and licking at the pale flesh.

After a few minutes of this, Blaine backed his head away, admiring the small purple bruise that was forming under the teeth marks and saliva. Kurt sighed unevenly, and Blaine chuckled lightly under his breath as he slipped off of Kurt, and fell to the bed, on his back, by Kurt's side.

"Wow," Kurt whispered.

"Yeah."