Meet The Anderson's
Hey guys, I just want to say thanks very much for the reviews, favourites, and follows after the last chapter, it's awesome to know that you still enjoy reading this verse. Anyway, I figured as Glee is ending tonight I'd try and get this up, so I hope that you enjoy it and let me know what you think!
I kind of have a rambling love note to the show that I felt the need to get out so feel free to just skip it, but with posting this tonight especially it just felt right to put it on this chapter.
Completely unpopular opinion but I really am not a fan of the first season of Glee, I switched off halfway through and had no intention of watching it again until my best friend told me the second season was less focused around Will. From there, I found a show that had me falling further in love with it every single week. Were there moments of yelling and threatening to be done with the show? Of course there were, but that's just Glee. The show started when I was in high school and I've now graduated university, so it has been a huge part of some of the more important years of my life so far. Partially it was growing up, but relating to the many characters of Glee, and being able to find bits of myself in each of the characters from time to time has helped me to become more confident over the last few years, and to actually go for what I want rather than just tell myself that I'd never get it so going for it would be pointless. The show got me back into writing, and feeling courageous enough to post it online, that was a big thing for me for a while, albeit I go much slower than I'd ideally like.
Glee's not perfect, never has been, never would have been, but to me, it's been inspirational in reigniting my imagination and it has helped me to become the person that I am. It's my happy place and I'm damn well not ready for it to end, but all good things come to an end I guess? And it's only the end of canon, from here Glee still has the chance to go in a million different directions through fiction, amazing artwork, and people's incredible video editing skills. Mostly though, all I can say is thank you Glee. Thank you to the creators, the cast, the crew, and everyone else behind bringing this show and these characters to life, they've been inspirational for so many.
On our way
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE TWINSIES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"
Bentley glared mutinously at the crowd of people stood in the doorway. Everyone from Cooper down through the brothers, and Ollie and Adam, to Warblers and past Warblers, New Direction members and former New Directions members, were presently stood in the open doorway, Burt and Carole's echoing from another room. "Blaine make them go away," He whined, rolling over and pulling the pillow over his head.
Blaine mumbled an unintelligible response, his blankets already pulled up over his head, a chuckling Kurt climbing into the bed with him. Kurt carefully kissed the blankets over the top of Blaine's head, hugging the boy close to him. "Happy birthday baby," He murmured gently, Blaine snuggling into him on instinct.
Austin and Pippin meanwhile had climbed up onto the top bunk and were doing their best to jump on it, pulling Bentley's blankets away from him and singing 'Happy Birthday' again at the top of their lungs. Bentley whimpered, clinging to the bed frame as they continued to scream in his ear and attempted to pull him from the bed.
"How come Blaine gets woken up nicely with Kurt and I'm stuck with you two imbeciles?" The older twin groaned, pushing Austin from the top bunk onto Kurt and Blaine below and climbing down himself.
Blaine's groan of pain resounded around the room moments later. He shoved Austin away from his feet and sat up, the blankets falling from him as he scooted backwards into Kurt's arms and glared at his snickering brother. "I hate you all with a passion."
"That's just mean Blainey." Austin pouted up at him from the floor, "And what's with everyone pushing me today? Neither of you are very nice I'll let you know." Pippin rolled his eyes, pulling Austin to his feet and letting Cooper frog-march them from the room.
"Carole's put a big breakfast on downstairs guys, I'd hurry up before the locusts descend," Jude grinned, taking Ollie's hand and following everyone else downstairs to devour Carole's amazing cooking.
"I hate them," Bentley yawned, climbing into the bottom bunk on Kurt's other side and leaning his head on his shoulder.
"This is so weird," The blue eyed boy muttered, eyes flickering between the two heads of wild curly hair resting on his shoulders, the twins giggling tiredly.
"First things first," Cooper smiled when the twins eventually emerged from their room, Kurt half pulling half pushing them. Smiling softly at the baby brother's that he had always been fiercely protective of, Cooper pulled each off them into tight hugs, "Happy eighteenth baby boys, you're all grown up now." Pulling away he ruffled their hair, ignoring their protests and the other brothers laughter. Kurt shot Cooper a look which effectively stopped him in his tracks as his hand reached out to ruffle Kurt's hair.
"Try it and you'll lose it," Kurt growled, Blaine snickering softly as he ducked around the oldest Anderson and started to fill three plates with the food laden on the table.
Cooper blinked slowly, shrugging then grinning at the twins again, pulling two large white envelopes out of his back pocket. "You two know what these are I'm guessing?" The duo glanced quickly to each other before nodding swiftly, avoiding Finn, Sam, and the rest of the New Directions curious gazes, the Warblers and their brothers shooting them sympathetic smiles. "You have full access to them as of 2:48 this morning when Bentley originally decided to grace the world with his presence. Look after them, don't lose them, and there are still other papers that we'll need to go to the lawyer's at some point to sign." Handing them over, he smiled sadly when each of the twins gingerly reached out already glaring at the envelopes like they contained their enemies.
Bentley frowned steadily at the envelope, feeling the outline of the debit card that it held and shuddering to think just how much was contained in what suddenly seemed like an entirely too small package. Feeling the need to get the offending item out of his hands, he quickly tossed it down, wincing when it landed in a pool of tomato ketchup. Blaine quickly followed suit, tossing his on top of Bentley's and accepting the plate of food Kurt pressed into his hands. Cooper meanwhile groaned quietly burying his face in his hands.
"Why do you all do this?" He glared around at his nine innocent looking brothers, "Every eighteenth and twenty first I tell you to be careful with these things and do any of you listen? Do you hell."
"Coop, Coop, Coop, calm down brother dearest." Reed smiled angelically at his older brother, stuffing a piece of waffle into his mouth, "Those things are basically indestructible regardless of what we do."
"What the hell's in them?" Puck said, eyes never leaving the two envelopes.
"Nothing," The ten brothers chorused, quickly glancing around at each other, an uncomfortable silence flooding the room.
"Present time?" Austin grinned, grabbing the last strawberry from Jude's plate amidst Ollie's protests.
Pippin nodded enthusiastically, "Hell yes! We got Blaine that super freaking awesomely cool 'Mulan' watch like months ago."
"You're an idiot," Austin deadpanned, watching Pippin with a close look while the rest of the room exploded into laughter around them.
"Why what'd I d…" Realisation flooded Pippin's face at the same time that Austin's hand connected with the back of his head and he blushed profusely, "Sorry Blainers."
"Hey Blaine?" Kurt called from the kitchen causing Blaine to pause his conversation with Jude and wander through the downstairs, smiling gently at the pictures of Kurt and Finn growing up, along with the newer ones depicting their now much larger family.
"Yes sweetheart?"
Kurt snorted, turning to flick water and soap suds at Blaine from where he was washing the many dishes from the large cake that the makeshift family had devoured an hour earlier. "Make us sound like an old married couple why don't you?" He laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek when he hopped up onto the black granite bench beside where Kurt was working.
"That's the aim isn't it?" Blaine grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.
"Yes but not at eighteen and nineteen."
"Fair enough. So…what's up Buttercup?"
Kurt shot him a glare before dissolving into a fit of giggles. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?"
Blaine beamed, reaching over to pull Kurt into a chaste kiss. "We've been over this before. You love me, just as I love you. Especially when you've already had champagne with my brothers for breakfast and are ridiculously open and giggly Kurt Hummel."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Blaine scoffed, shaking his head at his boyfriend with a smile. "Sure you don't. Seriously though why did you pull me in here?"
Kurt's brow furrowed for a moment in deep thought causing Blaine to study his new watch to keep himself from laughing at his boyfriend. "Oh yeah," Kurt suddenly beamed, pulling Blaine out of his thoughts as he tilted his head towards the window. "Benny looks like he could use someone right now and I figured that you'd be the best person for the job." Blaine followed Kurt's gaze until his eyes landed on his brother sat on Kurt's ancient swing set at the bottom of the garden, one foot gently pushing himself backwards and forwards as he stared at the ground. "He needs you," Kurt smiled, nudging Blaine gently with his shoulder.
Frowning, Blaine tilted his head to watch his brother closely before giving a decisive nod. Pecking another quick kiss to Kurt's lips, he smiled forlornly at his boyfriend, "I'll be back soon."
Plunging his hands back into the chilling water in front of him, Kurt watched Blaine slide open the glass door and hop down the few steps of the back porch, walking slowly down the garden towards Bentley. Reed arrived to join Kurt in the kitchen soon after Blaine's departure, automatically picking up the towel and starting to dry the dishes as Kurt placed them on the side. The two worked in a companionable silence, watching Blaine and Bentley out of the window.
"I've always wondered why there's a swing set in the garden," Bentley murmured, not bothering to look up from the slip of paper in his lap when Blaine dropped onto the swing beside him, pushing himself off from the ground lightly.
Shrugging, the younger Anderson brother smiled softly, "It was Kurt's from when he was little. Burt said he threw a fit and refused to move without it."
Finally raising his head to look at his brother, Bentley quirked an eyebrow up tilting his head to the side with a smirk. "That sounds divaish even for Kurt."
Blaine brought himself to a stop, turning sideways on the swing to smile sadly at Bentley. "He used to play on it with his Mom all the time. They used to have who can jump the furthest and who can swing highest competitions." Gently pushing himself from side to side once more the younger brother shrugged slightly. "Kurt said that she always let him win and he knew it, but it was just one of their things. She helped his Grandfather build it for him."
"Oh," Bentley sighed, his eyes leaving Blaine's searching ones to focus on the ground once more, "I wish that Mother had done that sort of thing with us."
"Yeah…" Blaine rested his forehead on the cool metal chain, knowing that dreaming about what they could have had had they had parents like Elizabeth and Burt Hummel was pointless, but unable to stop his mind wandering nonetheless.
"Blaine, I don't know if I can handle this," Bentley whispered, voice trembling, drawing Blaine out of his own head to watch his brother once more. "I'm eighteen years old and I'm a millionaire. That's fucked up. It's seriously, seriously fucked up. What am I going to do with two million dollars Blaine? There are people out there starving and dying. People who've worked all their lives and have nothing to show for it because of crappy pay rates, loans, credit cards, god alone knows what else hanging over them. I'm eighteen and I have more money than a lot of people will ever see in their entire lifetime, and I don't know how to handle it." Bentley was panting by the end of his rant, pacing back and forth in front of the swings, his hands tearing at his hand.
"You can," Blaine said softly, Bentley whipping round to glare at him with a fire burning in his eyes.
"Are you freaking kidding me Blaine? I'm losing my mind and all you're saying is 'yeah that's fine, you can handle it'. Are you seriously kidding me right now?"
Shaking his head, Blaine calmly stood and pulled Bentley's hands from his hair, sitting him carefully on the ground and dropping down beside him. "Benny, we've known our entire lives that this was coming. It's weird and insane and utterly ridiculous, but we've known it was coming since we could understand the concept, what's got you so rattled now?"
Bentley picked out some of the grass, opening his hand to let the wind carry it away before repeating the process. "I decided to be a smartass and check my bank balance at the ATM when I was out with Coop before. It stands at two million and forty three dollars. It's never been above three hundred before and I think it just royally freaked me out. No one should have that many digits on their bank balance."
"It's why I'm not looking until we decide what we're doing with it," Blaine smiled, nudging Bentley slightly. "We've always known that we don't need all of this Benny. What we do need is money to survive college, although we're both determined to get jobs so even that amount declines, if we manage to get something, and something to set us up for the future. Other than that we have what, three credible charity ideas floating around that we've always wanted to set up, right? Or have you had a change of heart about them?"
"You still want to do them," Bentley breathed, eyeing Blaine incredulously.
The younger twin scoffed, looking slightly offended by his brother. "What did you think I suddenly had all this money and had changed my mind about something that we've discussed almost our entire lives? Thanks Benny. Thanks a lot."
Bentley laughed, rolling his eyes at Blaine's dramatics and leaning his head on Blaine's shoulder, prodding him in the side when he continued to look away from Bentley. "Come on Blainey. You know I didn't mean it like that. It's just been one hell of a day is all."
"It's been as terrifying for me as it has been for you Bentley. I'm fucking scared," Bentley's head whipped up at Blaine cursing, taking in his trembling hands. "I mean how the hell do we know what to do? How much should we keep and how much do we put aside? How much do we use to set up a charity? How much do we give to existing ones? What do we do?"
Taking his brother's hands gently, Bentley grinned, feeling more confident than he had all day. "I suppose that's where having eight older brothers comes in useful huh? They've all been through this before. I know for a fact that Jude, Elijah, and Pippin at least have been waiting for us to come of age to start setting up a charity." He snorted indelicately, "Let's face it Cooper would have had anyone's heads if they squandered that money away, and he's not about to let us do anything stupid either."
"Except let us sweat on it for a few hours, right?" Blaine muttered dryly.
"To be fair, I think he's done that to everyone." Bentley tilted his head to the side, a grin filling his face. "Remember when Luc turned eighteen and he kind of just wandered around holding his card at arms length and glaring at it the entire day muttering about how no one should hold that much power and how we should keep him off of the Barnes and Noble website?"
"Or when Austin wouldn't stop screeching about not wanting to grow up and going to live in Neverland so he didn't have to be responsible?"
"What about Noah's refusal to go to the lawyer's offices when he handcuffed himself to the stairs in protest of receiving the card?"
"Those assholes!" The twins chorused, realisation dawning on the pair of them fits of laughter taking them over.
"So we go to New York in the summer. You're heading for Columbia and I'm heading to NYADA and we are going to take that city by storm. We will stop freaking out about what's going on because we'll be fine and we'll be able to help people," Blaine grinned, feeling lighter than he had all day. Holding his pinkie out, his grin widened further when Bentley immediately hooked his own little finger around his younger brothers.
"Spit shake on it?" Bentley beamed, pushing up the grey sleeves of his 'Fall Out Boy' hoodie.
Blaine shrugged, pushing his rolled up shirtsleeves further up his arms. "Of course for old times sake." Both boys spat into their own hands before smashing the two together in a handshake, laughter flowing freely.
"Please tell me that I didn't just see that?"
The twins whipped around guiltily to face a disgusted looking Kurt walking down the garden towards them. His nose wrinkled up and he shook his head in fond amusement when he reached the duo.
"That is disgusting," he muttered with a shudder, the twins laughing at his very blatant revulsion.
"Well we already pinkie linked on it, so a spit shake was the only way to complete the deal," Benny shrugged, standing up and dusting off his pants.
"Come here," Blaine smiled, reaching out to tug Kurt close.
"Uh uh, no way in hell," Kurt grimaced jumping backwards, "Not until you've washed and sanitized your hand, that is utterly gross."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but Blaine's spit laden hand should be something you're intimately acquainted with by now," Bentley smirked, inspecting his finger nails and refusing to look up at the two boys throwing his exceedingly dirty looks.
Blaine rolled his eyes at his brother and stood up from the floor, glancing to Kurt innocently.
"Blaine no, no don't you dare!" Turning on his heel, Kurt started to run away from his boyfriend with a screech, Blaine hot on his heels. Bentley watched them go with a laugh before jumping back onto one of the swings, pumping himself higher and higher. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling the wind brush against his face as he flew through the air.
Bentley bounced over to the corner beside the stairs, raising an eyebrow at a pouty Blaine and an irritated looking Kurt with his arms folded across his chest, his drink dangling uselessly from one of his hands. "What are you two pouting in the corner for?" Drinking the last dregs from his bottle he quickly grabbed Kurt's cup and replaced it with his now empty bottle, smirking when Kurt tried to protest. "I'm the birthday boy Kurt are you really going to deny me a drink on my birthday?"
Kurt gritted his teeth, shooting Bentley a look that could easily kill. "One of the birthday boys," He said but made no effort to take the cup back, choosing instead to stare moodily across the living room.
"Seriously what's up with you two? It's a party."
"Kurt leaves tomorrow night," Blaine sighed sadly, Kurt reaching out to take his hand gently.
"Wait you're only here one night?" Bentley's eyes widened, seriously having expected Kurt to be staying until Monday or Tuesday at the earliest.
Turning back to Bentley, the older teenager nodded with a sad smile, "Yeah there's far too much work at NYADA at the minute for me to justify being in Lima for longer than the night. I have a performance to prepare for on Monday, so Rachel, Tana, and I are on the ten a.m. flight tomorrow, god help their hangovers for that." Scowling, Kurt pulled Blaine closer, watching Rachel happily giggling with a bunch of Warbler's, Puck, and Finn, a bottle of tequila making the rounds of their group while Santana made out with Brittany in the corner, the blonde quite contently sat on her lap.
Bentley smirked watching Kurt's fingers flex on Blaine's hip before digging in slightly, his brother shivering slightly under the touch of his boyfriend. "So you guys are horny then?"
"Bentley!" They both yelled scandalized and quickly waving off the attention they'd received from the various groups in the room, namely Sebastian and Reed eyeing them curiously from where they were surprisingly closely intertwined on the loveseat closest to the trio. When the two of them finally turned back to their own conversation Kurt shook his head faintly at their obliviousness to their own feelings before glaring at Bentley who was now sniggering openly.
"What the last time you were here, Blaine was in meltdown mode after the shooting thing," All three of them winced heavily, Kurt drawing Blaine closer still, "And the last time Blaine was in New York was ages before that, so it's kind of the obvious conclusion."
"Okay fine yes, yes we're horny. Are you happy now?" Kurt snapped, arms dropping from Blaine and a pout filling his face.
"Kurt!" Blaine yelped, turning wide eyes on his boyfriend as Bentley howled with silent laughter.
"What? It's the truth and it's damn well painful." Kurt muttered eyes blazing as he leaned back into the wall with a huff. "A laptop and a phone can only do so much Blaine."
Bentley snickered softly, Blaine shaking his head with a small smirk on his face and leaning back onto Kurt, the blue eyed boys arm automatically wrapping around his boyfriend and pressing a small kiss to the back of his neck.
"I'll take one for the team. I just have the one condition and that is stay the hell out of our room and stick to Kurt's room. Seriously I don't need to stumble in there later and find you two on round gazillion and one."
"Benny what are you talking about?"
Bentley smirked at them, "Just get ready to run upstairs while I create a distraction and keep them busy. I reckon I can give you an hour, maybe an hour and a half." Pulling a lighter from his pocket he grinned at the puzzled couple. "Count this as part of my birthday present for you Blainey Boo, also you are going to owe me big style." Winking, he turned away from them and cupped his hands around his mouth. "Hey Austin, Pippin want to play real ring of fire? I just need you to find the vodka." The twins' heads instantly popped up from where they had been crawling towards Wes, fully with the intentions of swiping his gavel key ring to give the Warblers more entertainment for the night. Their eyes sparkled mischievously, a silent conversation being held before they turned back to Bentley and nodded with matching grins, starting to crawl back towards the bar, keeping low to avoid Cooper's questioning gaze. Bentley grinned as Elijah and Noah finally processed what he had asked the twins to play and started to edge around the room, eyes focused on Austin and Pippin's movements. Turning back to his own twin, Bentley smirked triumphantly. "I have them distracted, do what you need to do, but do it in Kurt's room yeah?"
Kurt and Blaine stared at him open mouthed for a split second before Kurt hurriedly pushed Blaine up the stairs, the birthday boy giggling and happily following Kurt's orders, reaching back to grab Kurt's hand to pull him along. The pair stumbled over their own feet and snickered noiselessly as they disappeared up the stairs and out of sight.
Bentley shook his head, turning round to meet Ollie's sparkling, amused sapphire eyes, a smirk firmly planted on his face as he shook his head and turned back to his husband winking once at Bentley who looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Shock of his brother in law having been watching them vanishing, Bentley laughed once before moving away the stairs towards Austin and Pippin, flicking the lighter up again even as Cooper, Elijah, and Noah descended on them.
Pushing Blaine up against his bedroom door Kurt sealed his mouth over the shorter boys, one hand fumbling behind him to twist at the door handle and the other linking their fingers together. The pair tumbled into the room with a fresh round of giggles; Kurt making quick work of Blaine's shirt and pushing him onto the queen sized bed, swiftly closing the door before turning back to his boyfriend with a wolfish grin. Blaine laughed and clawed at Kurt's own shirt when he jumped on top of him on the bed, attaching their lips once more, their hands wandering without boundaries.
"You're coming to NYC next weekend right?" Kurt mumbled quietly stroking one finger up and down Blaine's bare back, the other arm wrapped around Blaine's hips holding him close.
Rolling on top of Kurt Blaine folded his hands on Kurt's chest and rested his head on them, grinning adoringly at his boyfriend. "Yeah. Benny, Seb, Sam, and I are coming to gate crash for the weekend. The others are staying with Jude though obviously." Catching Kurt's tender beam and raised eyebrow, Blaine's eyes widened and he drew in a shaky breath. Kurt gently rubbed his back when his eyes welled up slightly, his own hands scrabbling to attach to the sides of Kurt's face. "Really, you want to? Like really Kurt?"
Worried amber eyes met blazing cyan Kurt nodding with a faint grin. "Yeah B. I really, really want to do this, as long as you want it too? You're finally of legal age as of today." Taking one of Blaine's hands in his Kurt watched closely as amber eyes flicker all over the room, Blaine's Adam's apple bobbing slowly as he swallowed tightly.
"It's all I've ever wanted Kurt," He eventually managed to murmur quietly, burrowing his face in Kurt's chest and pressing a small kiss right above his heart.
Kurt beamed pulling Blaine as close as he could get him, cupping his face and kissing him softly, "Good, wait will your brothers kill me for this?"
Blaine giggled, burrowing his face into Kurt's chest before looking back at him with sparkling eyes. "Possibly. But Ollie and Jude did it, so why can't we?"
"You two had better be decent!" Ollie hollered before the door crashed open to reveal the older man, his hand slapped across his eyes. Blaine fell from the bed in shock with a resounding thump, dragging all of the covers with him and causing Kurt to yelp as he scrabbled to pull Blaine, and currently more importantly the covers, back onto the bed. "That yelp tells me that you're not boys. Seriously? Practically everyone you know is downstairs."
"Ollie get out of here!" They yelled simultaneously each pulling their own boxers back on, climbing safely under the covers once more, and shooting Blaine's brother-in-law peeved, yet horrified looks.
Ollie slowly lowered the hand from his eyes, cracking one eye open and nodding when he was satisfied that they were decent once more. "Well that was nearly more of my brother-in law and his future husband than I ever wanted to see."
Kurt growled lowly, reaching to the floor and tossing Blaine's purple shirt to him before reaching for his own. Slipping it on, he let the covers fall to his waist and glowered at Ollie, "Well now that you've sufficiently interrupted, what do you want?"
"Well, I can see why Blaine's generally cheerful," Ollie smirked, eyeing up Kurt's bare chest.
Blaine yelped and climbed onto his snickering boyfriend's lap, effectively blocking Kurt's chest from Ollie's view. "Oliver you're married."
"And more than happy thank you very much but it doesn't mean that I can't look. Hell have you seen the dancers that Jude and I have to deal with in class Blainers?"
"I hate you."
Ollie laughed again, "Love you too baby boy." Ignoring Blaine's yelp of horror and Kurt's laughter he continued, "I just wanted to warn the pair of you that Cooper's realised that you're missing and he's looking for you both. If I were you I'd put some clothes on and move those cute butts of yours downstairs ASAP. I can promise you that being caught in bed by Cooper is not fun."
Leaning back on Kurt Blaine's face scrunched up, "When did that happen to you like?"
Shuddering visibly, the older man glanced quickly to the stairs before looking back at the teenagers. "Two months or so after I moved to New York. The asshole waltzed straight into our apartment without knocking. Needless to say Jude and I are still scarred from the experience. I don't think Cooper's much better off either, and that was years ago."
Kurt pulled a face and pressed a quick kiss to Blaine's shoulder. "That sounds horrifying."
"It was, and I'd hurry if I were you two, I can hear his voice getting closer. Also, he will tell Burt, it's Cooper."
Glancing quickly at each other, the couple quickly scrambled from the bed, Kurt sending Blaine's black chinos flying across the room before hurriedly buttoning his own shirt. Blaine meanwhile was hopping around the room tugging his pants up while Ollie cackled at him, doubled over in his laughter. Locating Kurt's skinny light blue jeans, he threw Ollie a glare before flinging them at Kurt, hitting the blue eyed teenager in the back of the head.
"You guys might want to hurry up, I'm almost ready to start singing 'he's on the first step' at you," A British accent drifted down the hallway, moments before Adam stuck his head round the door with a grin. "Caught them in a compromising position then Ols?"
"Sure did," Ollie beamed, laughing when Kurt shoved the pair of them out of the door and down the stairs with a scowl, Blaine following closely behind chuckling quietly.
"Blaine, Blaine, BLAINEY! I DID IT BLAINERS, I TOTALLY DID IT!" Bentley yelled, stumbling across the room to the ensemble descending the stairs, hiccoughing and tripping over his own feet before springing back up right and falling into Adam's arms with a giggle.
"What did you do Benny?" Blaine snickered, taking the red cup from his hand and downing the contents in one with a grimace. "Jeez Bentley that's pretty much straight vodka."
"I know," He grinned dopily, the majority of guests now surrounding the small group and laughing at Bentley's obvious drunkenness. "But anyway, I totally kept them distracted for a whole entire hour so that you and Kurt could get your sexy on."
"BENTLEY!" They both shrieked, blushes flooding both of their faces, Kurt burrowing his face into Blaine's neck with a low whine.
Rolling his eyes with a grin, Lucas gently pulled Bentley out of Adam's arms and tried to get the teenager to stand upright on his own. "Benny you're such a loudmouth when you're drunk."
Bentley's face swivelled towards his older brother, hazel eyes narrowing in contemplation before he stole Lucas' bottle from his hand, "I don't believe that."
Feeling Blaine crash heavily into his side once more Kurt chuckled quietly to himself, instantly wrapping an arm around the boy and turning away from his conversation with Nick and Mercedes. "Hey honey, how're you doing?"
Blaine giggled drunkenly, leaning further into Kurt to press a wet kiss to his cheek. "I'm perrrrrrrrfect."
"I'm sure you are," Kurt laughed, brushing the curls off of Blaine's forehead from where they were starting to curl and break free from their gel hold after his insane dance battle with Reed and Mike. Kurt pressed a tender kiss to Blaine's temple, eyeing the shorter boy in wonderment while Mercedes and Nick smothered their giggles at the boy now inspecting his own dancing fingers.
Blaine's eyes shot back up to look at Kurt, a grin curling around his mouth. One finger beckoned Kurt closer until Blaine's lips brushed against his ear. "Kurt, psst, Kurt, I think I'm a little drunk," Blaine pulled back with a serious expression holding his thumb and forefinger a slight distance from one another, "Like this drunk maybe. But that's not much."
Kurt laughed again, wrapping his arm tighter around Blaine's waist and turning them towards the stairs, waving goodbye to most of their friends as he led his intoxicated boyfriend away from the party and back to bed. "Oh sweetheart I know that you're a lot bit drunk."
"Not a lot," Blaine whined, Kurt grimacing when he leaned backwards onto him halfway up the stairs, "Just a little Kurt."
Glancing around the downstairs to make sure that everyone was still preoccupied with whatever they had been doing Kurt breathed a sigh of relief before continuing to push and prod his boyfriend up the stairs. "Okay Blaine, just a little bit." Blaine nodded happily and allowed Kurt to drag him back into his room and quickly strip him down to his boxers before pushing him onto the bed.
"Do I still have to be an Anderson if we do this?" Kurt turned to look at Blaine from where he was rifling through a drawer and raised an eyebrow, Blaine watching his every move from the edge of the bed, hazel eyes wide and questioning. Pulling two pairs of sweatpants from the drawer, Kurt quickly stripped and pulled on a maroon pair, holding out his old navy and red Dalton ones for Blaine who shook his head petulantly and stuck out his lower lip, rolling to the other side of the bed to make room for Kurt. "Do I though Kurt?"
Kurt chuckled, throwing the sweatpants at Blaine before diving onto the bed, pulling the pants from where they had landed on Blaine's head and wrestling his wriggling boyfriend into the pants before lying down beside him, panting slightly from the fight his intoxicated boyfriend had put up. Throwing an arm across his eyes, Kurt ignored Blaine's pout and arms crossed across his chest fully aware that the hazel eyed boy was glaring at him, largely due to his aversion of clothing once he'd been drinking, especially when it came to also having Kurt in the bed.
"Kurrrrrt," He sung, Kurt fighting not to laugh at Blaine by biting down on his own forearm. "Do I have to still be an Anderson, Kurrrrrrt?"
Giggling, Kurt rolled onto Blaine, clamping one hand over Blaine's mouth to quiet his singing and pushing his curls out of his face with the other hand, "Not if you don't want to Honey, but everyone will know what we've done if you change your name."
Blaine blinked owlishly at him then licked his hand, Kurt's hand flying from Blaine's mouth with a disgusted yelp making Blaine smirk triumphantly. "What about if only we know and everyone else thinks it's still Anderson? They don't need to know."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine once more, wiping his hand on the covers before going back to twisting Blaine's curls in his fingers. "These are very sober thoughts for someone so drunk Blaine."
"I'm aware of that."
Kurt chuckled again, rolling off of Blaine and pulling the other boy to his chest, breathing in the raspberry scent from the remainder of the hair gel matted in the few plastered down curls." Go to sleep and we'll discuss it if we go through with this."
"Blaine Devon Hummel. It has a nice ring to it," Blaine yawned, snuggling into Kurt's neck, his long eyelashes brushing Kurt's shoulder lightly. He promptly passed out and started snoring peacefully, mumbling the odd word here and there as dreams filled his head and took over his unconscious state.
Kurt sucked in a sharp breath, watching Blaine snore lightly in his arms, the sense of wonderment that this boy was all his, and only his, filling him with a sense of joy and wonder. "Yeah, yeah it does. It sounds incredible," He grinned, one finger sweeping down Blaine's cheek carefully, committing his sleeping face to memory for what felt like the millionth time in their short lives. Kurt chuckled at Blaine's already snoring form and reached over him to switch of the light. The taller teenager cuddled the younger boy closer and pressed a light kiss to his temple, the sounds of the party below melting away to Blaine's even breathing. "Blaine Devon Hummel, I can get used to hearing that one."
As ever, I hope that you guys enjoyed this one and let me know what you thought. I hope that anyone watching the finale tonight enjoys it, well at least as much as we can enjoy it!