AN: So yeah. All events in the chapter below are obviously made up and the effects that occur within are a result of my imagination and may not necessarily reflect reality…so yeah. Don't be upset if it's slightly unrealistic. Enjoy!

Chapter 29

The lights were all on and there were cars lining both sides of the street. Blaine pulled into the driveway behind Kurt's car and the boys opened their doors, eyes widening as the music from inside was clearly audible outside of the house.

The two walked up to the front door and opened it to see a mess of McKinley students inside. Kurt turned to Blaine, eyes narrowing. "I'm going to find my stepbrother. You'll be my alibi if I kill him right?"

Blaine shook his head, angry himself. "No killing. Maiming is okay but no killing."

Kurt gave Blaine a small smile and the two split up to try to hunt down Finn. Kurt circled through all the rooms downstairs and didn't see Finn. Deciding to wait him out, Kurt went into the kitchen and cleared out the few people in there. Feeling a headache coming on, he pulled his orange juice out of the fridge and drank a glass.

Blaine made his way upstairs, first popping into Kurt's room. He threw out the couple that had been on Kurt's bed and then hid a few of the more private items in Kurt's room. After doing this, he decided to clear out the other rooms upstairs. He then made his way down to Finn's room, banging loudly on the door. "Finn! Get out here!"

A few seconds later, a disheveled Finn pulled open his door. "What's up dude? Little busy."

Blaine gestured around him at the mess of people and asked. "What are you thinking? Kurt is going to kill you and then Burt and Carole are going to bring you to life and kill you again. They come back tomorrow!"

Finn just laughed and moved back in the room. "It's no big deal. They'll be gone before tomorrow. Calm down." He then shut the door. Blaine heard a girl giggle inside the room and decided against opening the door to continue the confrontation. Instead, he went downstairs to find his boyfriend.

He moved through the living room and watched as various people from McKinley chugged down beers and mysterious drinks from red cups. He went over to the stereo system and turned the volume down a bit, hoping to prevent the cops from getting called. He spotted a few football players in the corner and watched as they tried to outdrink each other. Shaking his head, he went into the kitchen. Kurt was inside, holding a glass in his hand, talking with a drunk looking Sam and Mercedes.

"You two are just so cute together. Did you know that? You should know that. I mean, you're just so cute." Kurt rambled, taking another gulp from his cup as he finished rambling. Mercedes just giggled loudly while Sam swayed back and forth.

Blaine marched up to Kurt and took the glass. He pushed Kurt into a chair and went to wash the glass. He then grabbed Kurt and walked him out the door. All the while, Kurt spoke. "Blaine, I love you. Soo much. Why are we going? Let's just stay here and love each other forever."

Blaine ignored him and buckled him into the passenger seat of his car. He then pulled out and headed for his house. Kurt, growing aware of Blaine's silence, got teary-eyed. "Don't you love me anymore? I knew it. You're too good for me and you're just going to leave me. I'm sorry."

Blaine pulled into his driveway and turned off his car. Sighing, he turned to Kurt. "I do love you. I'm just really upset right now. Why were you drinking? How could you think that would be okay?"

Kurt looked at Blaine confused, his words slurring even less now. "I wasn't drinking. I don't drink Blaine."

Blaine raised an eyebrow at him and got out of the car. He walked around it and opened Kurt's door. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he asked. "So how is it that you aren't sober right now? You say you don't drink and yet I find you in the kitchen with a cup in your hand, acting drunk." As he said this, he pulled Kurt up to his empty house.

When they got inside, Blaine shut the door and turned to Kurt. Kurt was still staring at him, confused. Blaine just shook his head and brought Kurt upstairs, pulling out some sweats for both of them to wear. He then tucked Kurt under the covers and left the room, turning the light off.

He went downstairs and sat on the couch with his legs crossed, watching the television. He was really upset and just couldn't deal with Kurt right now. He had been drinking. Blaine was incredulous at the thought. Kurt didn't drink. He had heard the story from his sophomore year and knew Kurt had been planning to not drink again until he was legal. After the lecture he got from his dad, Kurt had sworn off underage drinking. As Blaine thought of all of this, he grew less angry and more confused. What would possess Kurt to drink like that? And he had only been away from him for about half an hour. He had to have had a lot in a short time to get as drunk as he did.

Blaine was startled out of his thoughts as Kurt walked into the room, sniffling. "Blaine? Are you mad at me?"

Blaine sighed and patted the couch next to him. Kurt hurried over and cuddled next to him. "No, babe. I'm just trying to figure out why you were drinking."

Kurt looked at him. "I wasn't drinking. I swear."

Blaine looked at him. "Don't lie to me. I was right there. You were drinking."

"No I wasn't! Why aren't you listening to me?" Kurt said loudly, getting angry. He stood in front of Blaine. Blaine stood up and made eye contact with Kurt, getting angry at him lying.

"Kurt. Stop lying to me or you are going to be in trouble. Got it?" He gritted out, taking deep breaths so he didn't get mad at Kurt.

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "No."

Blaine said quietly. "One."

Kurt scoffed. "I'm not scared. I didn't do anything wrong. Why aren't you listening?"

Blaine answered back. "I am listening to you. But you are claiming to not have been drinking but that is clearly not true. Tell me the truth. Two."

Kurt started getting teary eyed again. "But I am telling you the truth. I didn't have any alcohol. I swear." He looked at Blaine pleadingly. Blaine looked into his eyes and tried to strengthen his resolve. He had caught Kurt drinking. So why wasn't he just admitting to it?

Shaking his head, he said "Three" before grabbing Kurt's arm. He walked him upstairs and tucked him into the bed once more. Giving him a kiss on the forehead, he wiped a tear away from Kurt's face as he said. "Babe, I don't understand why you are claiming to not have been drinking. I saw you do it. When you are ready to talk, come find me."

He then turned off the light and started heading out of the room, his own eyes watering. He didn't want to be the bad guy but Kurt was lying to him right? He stiffened as he heard Kurt sobbingly call out "Red".

AN: Sorry! It was the only good stopping point. Don't hate me? Review instead and tell me if the writing was okay. And don't hate on Blaine. He is confused.