Author's note:
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So it took Kurt, like, a whole week to calm down. (with the help of about 20 baked goods. What? Cooking calmed him.) So during that time he had ignored every single (39) calls from Blaine. He'd even accidentally ignored a call from Mercedes because she was on holiday so the number wasn't recognised, and he thought it was Blaine trying to be clever. Mercedes had then texted him a whole paragraph listing the many ways she would torture the jacket she had got him if he did not answer her next call. Of course he was happy to comply. So now he was thinking rationally and had realised that hey, Blaine hadn't actually done anything wrong. Yeah okay, maybe he had said some stupid stuff when he was drunk but that was it, he was drunk! He didn't mean any of it, like he'd said and just because Kurt wished he did, didn't mean he could act like a total bitch when Blaine basically told him he didn't see him like that. So whilst Kurt had used his time to reflect on how he had been in the wrong and Blaine was completely innocent, Blaine himself had came to a completely different conclusion.
"He hates me!" Blaine cried before he took an other sip of the beer he was clutching to like it was a fucking life line. He couldn't remember a time he hadn't had some sort of alcoholic beverage in his hand the last week. When Kurt had left him in the street, crying, he'd stayed there for awhile feeling like a depressed homeless guy, then he finally managed to crawl to his car, get inside and drive back to Dalton. His parents weren't going to be home during the holidays so there was little point of him being there either. He then locked himself in his dorm room with a lot of alcohol and perused to drink himself silly because he remembered how good it felt last time and he just wanted that feeling back. It hadn't worked. He just felt more depressed and desperate to have Kurt back. "I've ruined everything!" He moaned. He didn't know who he was talking to, Wes was on holiday, in Europe, with his rich-ass family and David had gone home. Blaine was alone. Alone in his dorm. Alone in the school. Alone in the world.
Wes was on a high! He'd snogged some Italian chick, got an awesome tan and had partied for most of the time he was there. His high quickly dissolved as he entered his dorm. At first he was surprised to find the door unlocked, but he just figured maybe Blaine had thrown a party and had blacked out somewhere. Wes smirked to himself, evilly Time to wake up the sleepy bird, he thought. "Honey I'm home!" He exclaimed, pushing the door open so forcefully it slammed against the wall with a sudden bang. Wes winced, then took in his surroundings and winced again. The floor was completely littered with beer bottles, champagne bottles, brandy bottles and a hell of allot of other stuff that not even Wes could name. He tiptoed around all the mess to find Blaine face down in the carpet, snoring heavily Wes poked his roommate in the ribs a few times which only resulted in a little twitch and slightly, giggly mumbles of what sounded like 'Haha, Kurt stop it!' Wes raised his eyebrows at this, had Blaine actually told Kurt how he felt? Was this the remains of a out of control celeb party? If so... where was Kurt? "Must of been some party!" Wes said out-loud, chuckling as Blaine groaned and rolled over.
"Huh?" The dazed boy questioned. "Kur - WES!" The confusion on his face was quickly replaced by recognition as he quickly sat up. "OhI'vemissedyousososomuchbuddyyo ucan'timaginehowmuchohmygodilovey ousomuchman!DontEVERleavemeagain!" In the middle of his rushed rant Blaine sprang up and tackled Wes with a bone-crushing bear hug. "You do love me right Wes? I mean we've been best friends for like FOREVER."
"Errr yeah," Wes agreed, trying to detach Blaine's arms from around him. "Are you drunk?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, Blaine wasn't one for public affection, and his breath did reek of the stuff. Blaine gave his a goofy grin.
"Maybe..." He giggled, finally letting go of Wes. Blaine swayed and Wes stuck out his arm to keep him up straight. "Weee!" Blaine beamed, giggling again.
"Dude," Wes sat his drunk, mentally six year old, friend on his bed. "how much did you drink?" Blaine bit his lip and started counting his fingers. He ended up getting confused at three and just gestured around. "What?" Wes' mouth fell open. "All of this?"
"Yeah!" Blaine grinned proudly. Wes gazed around their dorm, wide eyed. There was so many empty bottles, he literally could hardly see the floor. How was Blaine even alive right now? Never mind concious. Then he realised something, Blaine wasn't a drinker. It had taken Wes and David a whole hour just to convince him to take a tiny sip on champaign during the last day party. So why was he suddenly an alcoholic?
"Blaine..." Wes said gently, kneeling in front of the other boy. "What - What happened?" Suddenly Blaine's eyes began to water.
"Kurt left me!" He cried, flinging his arms around Wes' neck and crying into his shoulder.
"Woah there Blaine!" Wes said, feeling uncomfortable "Don't cry." He tried asking about what happened, but it just caused Blaine to hold on tighter and sob louder. Wes held onto him until eventually Blaine's grip loosened and his sobs subsided. He let Wes lie him down on his bed and snuggled down. As soon as Blaine fell asleep, Wes darted for his phone and quickly dialled a number. "Kurt," He looked over at Blaine's sleeping form. "We need you, now."