Rise Above The Ashes

Chapter 6

Waltzing into Scandals, Blaine headed straight for the bar ordering three shots of tequila and two beers, not even bothering to seen if the others were following him or not. Downing the shots he sighed and turned to find Sam, Artie, Joe, Jake and Ryder watching him with curious expressions.

"What?" He smirked grabbing one of the beers and passing it to Sam before stalking out onto the dance floor to find a willing partner.

"Boy's going to be drunk within the hour," Artie murmured with a shake of his head.

"I think that's the point," Sam sighed, shaking his head and ordering another four beers for the guys. Gulping the rest of his beer, Sam followed Blaine onto the dance floor and grabbed his hips, baring his teeth at the guy who looked to be at least in his fifties ogling Blaine's writhing figure. "Blaine one of these days you're going to get into serious trouble and I'm not going to be there to pull you out of it."

Blaine laughed freely turning around in Sam's hold. "And I'll knee them in the balls if anyone touches me that I don't want, although right now I'd let just about anyone do most things."

"That's the problem," Sam groaned, chuckling as identical college aged twins hit on Ryder.

Blaine pouted, "No fair, I've never had twins."

"And that's something you don't need."

"Agree to disagree," Blaine muttered letting his eyes roam over the tall, brunette twins as Ryder's disinterest started to piss them off and they turned away from him.

"Just be safe," Sam murmured, "I worry about you."

"Don't," Blaine whispered harshly, flouncing over to the twins.

Muttering under his breath Sam headed back to the table Artie and Joe had secured.

"The talk with Blaine went well then?" Artie asked, watching Blaine lead the twins into the bathroom with a wince.

"No kidding," Sam glowered, ordering another round of beer and shots.

"And we're out," Sam sighed manoeuvring Blaine over his shoulders, one hand clinging to his leg and the other holding his arm, glad that Blaine was so tiny.

Blaine grunted in displeasure, "Let me down you, you he-heathen!"

"If I let you down are you going to come home?"

Blaine giggled, hiccupping slightly. "Abso-hic-fucking-hic-lutely not."

"Then no," Sam laughed letting Joe shoulder the door open. "And god knows I hope Kurt gets here sooner rather than later."

"Is he on the way?" Artie asked rolling alongside.

Sam nodded, "And he's pissed, like super pissed."

"Kurt's –hic- scary when he's –hic- pissed."

"Enough from you drunky mcdrunkerson," Ryder chuckled hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

Jake danced along in front of them, phone out filming the incredibly drunk Blaine as he babbled to himself across Sam's shoulder's barely lifting his head up. "Hey Blainers sing along." Switching the camera to his other hand, Jake bounced up and down as he started to sing, "Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still, I'm still Jenny frim the block…"

Blaine hiccupped again, "Helloooooooo from the other siiiiiiiiide!"

"Dude you're messing it up…" Jake whined stopping the recording once more. "Children growing and women producing, men go working…We're doing JLO, not Adele."

Ryder sniggered, "Dude I can't believe that you know that whole song."

Jake nodded bopping along and trying to restart the recording again. "JLO's my girl, she rules. Blaine please! This was damn hilarious the last time you did it," Jake giggled.

"What last time?" Blaine giggled, lifting his head slightly.

"Where's Kurt?" Sam whined wriggling Blaine again and moving to push Ryder back onto the sidewalk where he was deeming it acceptable to wander down the middle of the road in zigzag patterns.

"Aha!" Jake cried triumphantly pressing the right button while Sam shot the camera a dirty look.

"Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got. I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block," Jake sang, barely slurring despite how much he'd had to drink.

"I sti- hic-, I sti- , Jen from block," Blaine giggled, squirming on Sam's shoulder as a pair of headlights picked them out.

"Oh thank God," Artie murmured, rolling over Joe's toes to get him to stop jumping from the sidewalk to the road and back again.

"No kidding," Sam grinned, the grin dropping from his face as he took in Kurt's furious face when he pulled up.

"Are you guys fucking kidding me?" He growled jumping out of the Navigator and glaring at the group.

"Kurt's mad- hic -."

"No shit Blainers," Jake mumbled helping Artie into the back of the Navigator and attempting to fold his wheelchair up before climbing in himself.

Kurt's gaze softened as he took in Blaine still hanging over Sam's shoulders. "Give him here," He murmured gently, helping Sam get him down and promptly sweeping him back off of his feet when he teetered dangerously. "Alright everyone in, Blaine's in the front."

"Yaaaaaay my seat – hic – it'sa mine." Blaine cheered sloppily.

Rolling his eyes fondly, Kurt motioned for Sam to open the car door and carefully lifted Blaine into the seat, climbing up and reaching over him to strap him in carefully. Blaine's eyes watched him closely the entire time, Kurt trying not to wrinkle his nose at the smell of stale sweat and booze.

Blaine sighed happily, "Love you Kurt, nanight." He promptly closed his eyes and was snoring in seconds, leaving Kurt and Sam watching him with shock written over their features.

Kurt blinked back the tears filling his eyes, reaching down and pressing a quick kiss to Blaine's temple brushing the long curls back from his face. "Love you too."

"You really do, don't you?" Sam questioned quietly as Kurt climbed down and shut the car door softly.

"Always will," Kurt smiled sadly.

"He's not the same guy that he was Kurt. He's been really, really hurt."

Nodding the blue eyed boy shook his head slightly. "I know Sam, but he's in there, and I'm going to find him and pull him back to the surface kicking and screaming."

Sam watched Kurt climb into the drivers' side sadly. He loved Blaine and Kurt like brothers, but he knew that Blaine wasn't the same guy as he was when Kurt left Lima, and nothing Kurt did was going to change that. Shaking his head of his sober thoughts he clambered into the car behind Blaine's seat and pressed his forehead to the cool window glass. He could only hope that Kurt would find at least something of his old friend in the 'new Blaine'.