Here comes the mischief!
Blaine stumbled through the large double doors of Dalton and into the corridors, a drunk Kurt on his back. They had gone to a party at Puck's house that night, and Kurt had gotten drunk. Very drunk.
So, here was Blaine, being the knight in shining armor, dragging Kurt to his dorm room, one of Kurt's arms around his shoulders, and his own arms holding Kurt up by his waist.
Blaine's hand slipped up at one moment, and Kurt jumped a giggled, swatting at Blaine's hand. "Blaaaaine! Tha...that tickles!" He said, still giggling, and Blaine shook his head, sighing.
"You see Kurt, this is why drinking is a bad thing." He said, trying to be quiet, as it was after midnight.
Kurt giggled again and tripped slightly before just barely catching himself. "I kn...know, I-" He blinked and hiccuped. "I thought I learned my l-lesson, but nope!" He said, giggling again. "Second times the ch...charm, h-huh?"
Blaine looked at him curiously. "You've gotten drunk before?" He said, disbelieving.
Kurt nodded his head heavily. "Y-" Hiccup. "Yeah. I threw up on m-my guidance counse...counselor." He said, and Blaine laughed loudly.
Kurt gasped and slapped a hand over Blaine's mouth, suddenly stopping and standing still in the middle of the hall. He looked Blaine in the eyes seriously. "Shhh...sh-shhh..." He stumbled over his words. "It's quiet..." He said, breaking away from Blaine's hold and looking around, hunching his back and holding his hands out. "Too quiet..." He said, looking back at Blaine and cocking an eyebrow at Blaine in such an adorable way that Blaine couldn't help but laugh again. At this, Kurt only pinned him up against the wall, pressing a finger to his own lips, signaling for Blaine to be quiet, their faces just centimeters away. Blaine gasped, because Kurt's lips were thisfreakingclose, and Kurt was being irresistibly adorable when he was drunk.
"Shhh..." Kurt said again, and then, after a long moment of staring into Blaine's eyes, he giggled, and Blaine felt his heart melt at the sound. "You look really cute right now, Blaine..." Kurt said drowsily.
Blaine's eyes widened. "W-What?" He said, and Kurt giggled once more.
He put his elbows on the wall around Blaine's neck, placing his face on his fists. "I said that you look really cute." He leaned in closer, smiling hugely. "I really wanna kiss you, Blaine."
Oh my God he did not just say that! Blaine thought.
"I always do, everyday." Kurt continued, but he dropped his arms then, and looked away, with the most adorable expression of disappointment on his face. "But I never do it 'cause you just wanna be friends!" He said, and pouted, crossing his arms.
Blaine only stared. He wanted to kiss Kurt, too. God, did he want to, but he knew better than that, and he also knew that Kurt was very drunk, and probably didn't even know what he was talking about. He sighed. "Kurt, I really like you, but I just don't want to screw this up..." He said carefully.
Kurt looked up. "But, if I...I like you and you like me, then it w-wouldn't scre-hew things u-up." He said. "We w-would just be ha...happy toge-gether." He said, and Blaine's heart dropped and the sad tone in Kurt's voice.
It was quickly turned around however, when a huge, goofy grin stretched across his face. He reached up and grabbed one of Blaine's loose curls, his eyes filled with childish mischief. He pulled at the curl lightly before letting it go and watching it bounce back into place. "Boing!" He said, and exploded into fits of giggles, literally holding himself and clutching his ribs. Blaine stood there, blinking, but then shook his head, giving a breathy laugh.
"I think we should get you to bed." He said, and took Kurt's hand.
"Mmkay..." Kurt slurred.
-.-
When they reached Kurt's room, Kurt eagerly ran to the bed, and launched himself onto it, bouncing and giggling.
Blaine laughed at the sight, and quietly shut the door behind him. He walked over to Kurt's dresser, and pulled out a white T-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. He walked over to the bed and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him up gently, and gasping a little when Kurt pressed up against him. He cleared his throat and placed the pajamas into Kurt's arms. "Here. Go change." He said, and Kurt nodded.
But then Kurt started taking his clothes off.
Kurt slipped his jacket off of his shoulders, and lifted his shirt over his head. Blaine could only stare at the boy, his eyes widening at the sight of his smooth, creamy skin and the (very sexy) way that Kurt's muscles showed through and rippled. When Kurt unbuttoned his pants, however, Blaine snapped out of it, and caught Kurt's hands.
"Woah there, Kurt!" He said, and Kurt looked up. "I meant in the bathroom..." Blaine said, and Kurt blushed, and when he looked down, he blushed deeper. Blaine, curious at what had made Kurt blush like that, looked down, and saw that his hands were holding on to Kurt's freaking zipper.
He quickly pulled away, blushing himself now, and to his surprise, Kurt giggled. He looked up into the taller boy's eyes hesitantly, only finding amusement there. "I'll g-go get dressed." Kurt said, giggling, and stumbled into the bathroom.
When he returned, he looked extremely tired. He rubbed his eyes and sat down onto the bed. Blaine looked down at him and smiled. He looked like a little kid, and it was adorable. "Goodnight, Kurt." He said, and started to leave, but Kurt shot up out of bed.
"No!" He cried. "Come s-sleep with me. I don't wanna be alone..." He said, and Blaine started to protest, but Kurt started to pout. He stuck his lower lip out and fluttered his eyelashes, and Blaine sighed. He walked over and sat down on Kurt's bed.
He felt a little uncomfortable, so he stayed on the edge, and was taken by surprise when he felt Kurt's arms wrap around him and drag him closer. He gasped for what must've been the ten thousandth time that night when he was pushed down onto the bed and Kurt crawled on top of him.
Kurt nuzzled into his chest and held onto him tighter. Blaine, wide eyed, cautiously reached down to stroke Kurt's back. He grew more comfortable with the movement after a few minutes, and started to comb through the other boy's hair. At that moment, Kurt shifted, pulling himself up so that he was eye level with Blaine. He placed a hand on the back of Blaine's neck and leaned in close; close enough so that Blaine could feel warm breath on his neck.
"I love you, and I'm going to kiss you, Blaine." He whispered.
And that's exactly what he did.
Kurt pressed their lips together and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering as they shut. Blaine was taken aback at first, but kissed him back. Kurt used his lips to push Blaine's open, working his tongue inside, and their tongues brushed together for the first time.
Blaine pulled away first, and looked away, finding that his hands were now placed on Kurt's waist, and Kurt's were entangled in his curls. "Kurt, we can't do this, I..." He breathed. "I love you, too. But you're drunk. I can't take advantage of that, especially when you probably don't know what you're doing."
He sighed, and tried to get up, but Kurt pushed him back down, leaning forwards to whisper in Blaine's ear. "Can you keep a secret?" He asked, whispering. Blaine shivered. Kurt leaned closer.
"I'm not drunk, Blaine."
Blaine's head shot up so quickly that it looked painful. He sat up just as quickly and practically threw Kurt off of him. "W-What?" He asked.
Kurt regained his balance, an amused smile playing on his lips. He laid on his stomach, only keeping his face inches from Blaine's, and placed his chin in his hand, his legs kicking behind him playfully. "Yup. I'm 100% sober, Blaine. You are so naïve." He said playfully.
Blaine suddenly felt hurt, and stood up, making his way to the door. Kurt turned to him, his face suddenly serious. "Hey, where are you going?" He asked, and Blaine turned.
"My room. I can't believe you did something that heartless, Kurt." Blaine said.
Kurt pushed himself up with his hands, so that his back was arched upwards as he looked at Blaine. "Blaine Anderson, what in hell are you talking about?" He asked, and Blaine walked back over to the bed, upset.
"I'm talking about making me confess my love to you only to have to throw it in my face and laugh." He said, and Kurt caught his hand, pulling him down onto the bed and clutching his arm with his other hand.
"You think I didn't mean it when I said it?" Kurt asked, his voice squeaky. Blaine shook his head, and Kurt, who was sitting cross-legged, leaned forward over his legs and cupped Blaine's left cheek, kissing him slowly and sweetly.
When they pulled away, Kurt pressed their foreheads together. "Well, I did. I love you, Blaine Anderson." He said, and Blaine's heart did a huge flip before getting caught in his throat. Kurt giggled at his expression and kissed him again.
After a while, Kurt fell asleep on Blaine's chest, and Blaine watched as Kurt's cheat moved with every breath he took, and kissed his hair softly.
"I love you, too, Kurt Hummel." He said.
Kurt smiled, his eyes tearing up slightly, making sure that Blaine didn't see it.
Kurt really was an incredible actor.
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Yay for fluff! And, just in case you misunderstood, Kurt DOES love Blaine in this, what I meant by the 'incredible actor' thing was that he was good at pretending to sleep.
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