"Not your scene?" Joe asks as he hands another beer to Blaine and surveys the dance floor where Kurt gyrates happily amongst a large group of girls.

"It's not that," he replies, nodding his thanks as he takes a mouthful. "I just want this evening to be about Kurt and his friends, not about me."

"He's crazy about you, you know," Joe says with a smile.

"I know," Blaine grins at Kurt's arms rising high above his head as he twists and turns. "But we can't just be about each other all the time. He needs friends."

"Oh he has them," Joe confirms. "Especially the girls. I think it's the impeccable fashion sense that does it. I'm gonna keep close by his side at all times. Chicks gravitate towards him."

Blaine laughs at this and the two drink their beers in companionable silence for a while, until a grimace passing across Joe's face alerts Blaine to Adam's presence by his side.

"I thought you weren't coming?" Blaine says sharply.

"He sure as hell wasn't invited," Joe murmurs, but loud enough to be heard over the music.

"I'm here with some friends actually," Adam says as he points towards another group of students. "I just thought I'd say hi."

"Well you've said it," Blaine points out.

"Kurt looks like he's having fun," Adam remarks as the crowd clears, giving the three men a clear view of Kurt's Gangnam Style.

"He is."

"Can I ask, does the age thing bother you? I mean you're what... Twenty years older?"

"Fifteen," Blaine gets out through gritted teeth.

"My mistake," Adam says with a smile. "Still. Doesn't it worry you, that when you're forty he's gonna be this stunning twenty five year old with guys and girls falling at his feet?"

"Nope," Blaine says confidently. "Kurt and I don't want anyone else. We've been together over two years. I have no reason to doubt that we always will be."

"Really? You think that at eighteen Kurt can commit to a lifelong relationship?" Adam says with a sneer. "Do you not know how many high school relationships fall by the wayside because one or other of the parties wants to experiment?"

"Kurt's different," Joe interjects with a reassuring hand to Blaine's shoulder. "He was confident and secure enough in his relationship with Blaine to move here with him. He's already told me he sees marriage and kids in his future."

"And you've known him what? A week?" Adam laughs. "Of course he's gonna want to live with his sugar daddy and have all he wants lavished upon him. Who wouldn't? But doesn't it bother you Blaine, that if- and I really mean if- you and Kurt make it, by the time he's ready to be a father you're gonna be ready to retire?"

"I'll wait as long as Kurt wants," Blaine says as he grips his beer hard to keep from punching him.

"And what if that's not until he's thirty five? You want to be a first time daddy at fifty? How is that fair to a kid?"

"Adam." Blaine stands, placing his bottle on the bar and turning to face him. "Fuck off." He turns back to Joe with a smile. "Excuse me. I'm going to go and dance with my boyfriend while my hips can still move." And with that he weaves his way across the dance floor, heart pounding with rage until he sees Kurt's face light up as he holds his hands out to him.

"Hey!" a tipsy Kurt cries happily. "You okay?"

"I am now," Blaine replies truthfully as he nuzzles into Kurt's neck.

"What did Adam want? I saw him talking with you."

"Ugh. He was just being a jerk as usual. Don't worry about it. Are you having fun?"

"Yeah, but you've been kinda distant."

"Because tonight is for you have fun with your college friends," he says as he kisses his cheek sweetly. "But I'm here now." He pulls Kurt tighter, making sure to glare at Adam as he looks over Kurt's shoulder, daring to run his tongue out and lick along his neck. He smiles in satisfaction as Kurt throws his head back and moves his hands to grip Blaine's ass.

"You sure are," he gasps happily. "You know... We could always blow this off."

"Time for that later," Blaine laughs.

"You could get me off in the bathroom," Kurt tries.

"I could not!"

"Old men are no fun," Kurt pouts. His eyes sparkle with jest but Blaine swallows and stares at the floor.

"Sorry."

"Hey, no," Kurt says as he lifts his chin gently. "I was teasing you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," Blaine says with a smile of forced brightness. "Yeah it's okay. Come on. I promised Joe we could do Tequila."

"More!" Kurt yells happily as Blaine circles his arms around his waist.

"Kurt, honey, you've just done four shots in a row. When that stuff hits you're gonna be reeling. No more."

"Yeah, more!" He shouts again.

"Ignore your boyfriend," a girl calls- Anna- Blaine thinks it is. "He's just being old and grumpy."

The students down more tequila happily, Kurt slamming his glass down and gasping for breath as the liquor hits the back of his throat before he turns to Blaine with a predatory smile. "C'mere sexy," he slurs as he uses his tie to pull him close. "I wanna do body shots."

"No, not here," Blaine says firmly as he places Kurt's hands back by his side, "and I told you, you've had enough."

"Please Daddy?" Kurt pouts. "You do them then," he says as he tries to push a glass into Blaine's hand- not noticing the way his eyes are darkening in anger.

"Don't ever call me that," Blaine says forcefully into Kurt's ear. "Never."

"Why are you bein' so miserable?" Kurt asks loudly, causing others in the group to turn and look at them. "Less have sex. Make it all better."

"Kurt. Stop."

"Oh go home then," he snaps drunkenly, turning his back. "You said you would, if you didn't like it. S'all too much fun for you."

"I can see him home," a voice offers, "I could help with those body shots too," and Blaine whirls around, seething, to confront Adam.

"Don't you fucking dare," he growls. "Kurt, lie on the table."

"Wha'?"

"Lie on the table and lift your shirt," Blane snaps possessively as he takes the shot glass from Kurt's hand. Joe happily positions a slice of lime between Kurt's teeth and a girl passes Blaine the salt.

"This is gonna be so hot!" she squeals as Blaine climbs on the table astride Kurt's thighs. He decorates Kurt's hard stomach with a line of salt, then turning to Adam with an arrogant smirk, he tilts his glass towards him.

"My boyfriend. Never yours. Just remember that."

He licks the salt from Kurt's skin, downs the shot and then falls on top of him to take the lime from between his teeth, spitting it to one side before kissing him roughly, running his tongue deep into Kurt's mouth as he tangles his fingers into his hair and pulls hard. "Stop calling me old," he snarks as he pulls back. "Now dance with me."

"Wha?"

"You heard," he says as he gets to his feet and pulls Kurt with him. "Dance."

"Jesus Christ Blaine!" Kurt cries as he feels Blaine's fingers digging uncomfortably into his hips. "Take it easy."

"Why? I can dance with my boyfriend if I want."

"Yeah, you can," Kurt says as he staggers slightly and falls against Blaine's chest. "But you're hurting me."

"And you're not hurting me?" Blaine asks, raising one eyebrow and trying to look into Kurt's unfocused eyes.

"I can't be doing with your little mind games Blaine," he drawls as he pushes out of his embrace. "You got a problem with Adam then fine, just go home. I'm gonna go back to my friends."

Blaine doesn't know how much Kurt manages to drink in the time it takes him to use the bathroom, splash cold water on his face and help a drunken girl locate her purse, but when he returns it is to find Kurt weaving around unsteadily, knocking into the shoulder of a guy who promptly spills his drink and stands to confront him.

"Sorry, sorry," Blaine rushes out as he pulls Kurt tight to his side. "Here," he says as he thrusts a twenty at the guy. "Get some more drinks. I'm taking him home, he's had enough." He signals to Joe that they're leaving and slings Kurt's arm over his shoulder as he tries to drag him toward the exit.

"Here, let me help you with that heavy load," a voice says as much to Blaine's eternal gratitude, Joe takes Kurt's weight on the other side.

"You don't have to."

"It's okay, I was gonna leave now anyway. I'll help you get him in a cab. He's quite the drinker, huh?" Joe comments as Kurt's head lolls forward and they finally make it outside.

"He's not usually," Blaine says with a rueful smile. "In fact I've only seen him really drunk once before tonight. But I was too, so it was kinda fun. When you're half sober it..."

"It sucks ass," Joe fills in. "My girlfriend got really drunk after senior prom and tried to make out with two of my friends."

"Oh. Ouch."

"Yeah. At least you know Kurt wouldn't do that."

"No, I trust him. I just don't trust Adam."

"Adam's British!" Kurt cries suddenly lifting his head and coming to life once more. "If I had sex with him it would be like...like havin' sex with the Queen. Ugh."

"He's a fucking obnoxious drunk," Blaine says to Joe as they start to look for cabs.

"Yeah. Pretty much. Good luck with that, dude." They manage to manhandle Kurt into a cab and Blaine gives their address to the wary driver before Kurt falls fast asleep with his head in Blaine's lap.

The first thing Kurt notices is someone playing with his hair. He assumes it's Blaine but his eyes seem to be unable to open due to the blinding light beyond his lids. The second thing is that his mouth feels like someone has fitted it with carpet, and he has a thirst which needs the Nile to quench it. Next, which he notices as he sits, are a plethora of things. The sharp piercing pain through his skull, the dull throb from his right elbow and wrist and overwhelming nausea, which forces him to open his eyes and try to run to the bathroom, but Blaine thrusts a plastic bowl under his chin just in time as he heaves until he's dry and spent and falls, trembling with a cold sweat, back onto the bed.

"Am I dead?" he croaks. "I must be."

"No. You should be, the amount of alcohol you managed to consume. But miraculously you're still here. Probably because my shoes, a cab interior and the bathroom floor were on the receiving end of your stomach's contents last night."

"Your shoes?" Kurt whispers, horrified.

"Yes. My shoes," Blaine says stiffly. "Also my pants and one arm of my jacket. But we won't go into that. Let's just say if projectile vomiting were an Olympic sport, you'd win gold."

"Oh god I'm so sorry," a mortified Kurt says quietly as Blaine helps him to drink a glass of water.

"That's not what you should be sorry for."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it," he says, rising from the bed and kissing Kurt's forehead softly. "I'm going to empty this," he says, gesturing to the vomit filled bowl, "Then I'm going for a run. Get some more sleep, I'll make breakfast when I get back."

"Are we fighting?" Kurt pads into the kitchen in his pajamas two hours later to find Blaine making pancakes and pouring coffee into a large mug.

"What makes you say that?" He turns to face him with a tight smile and gestures to Kurt to sit at the table where a large glass of water and painkillers are waiting for him.

"I feel like maybe we are. There's this...atmosphere. Like you're playing at being okay but you're really not."

Blaine, dressed in old worn sweats and a hoodie and fresh from the shower, sets the pancakes on the table and sits opposite, sighing heavily. "I don't want us to be," he says honestly, "but I am upset."

"Can I ask why?"

"Ugh. I didn't like the way you behaved last night," he says as he fiddles with the drawstring on his hoodie. "And I hate myself for saying that, because I can hear how condescending it sounds, and you're probably sitting there thinking that I'm a stupid, miserable old man."

"Did I behave like a brat?"

"You had fun with your friends, which was good, and in all honesty I probably wouldn't be as upset with stuff had it not been for that jerk."

"Adam?"

"I hate him Kurt," Blaine says as he lifts his head. "I really hate him. I mean, he knows we're together. What gives him the right to try and move in on you?"

"You know I wouldn't though, yes? I mean, not in a million years."

"Oh I know," Blaine reassures him hurriedly. "I trust you implicitly and I know that neither of us would ever cheat. He knows that too though, so now he's trying to cast doubt, make me feel insecure in the hope I'll call it a day...and it just riles me. I'm usually fairly placid but Adam...I've never wanted to hit somebody as badly as I do him."

"What was he saying?"

"Just pointing out the age difference," Blaine mumbles as he prods at a pancake, "that when I'm forty you're gonna be in your prime, and by the time you want kids I'm gonna be too old to be a first time father."

"Bullshit," Kurt snaps as he slams his mug down. "It's not his fucking business anyway. That bothers you?"

"Yeah. Kind of. But then you made like...I don't know, four or five digs at my age last night and it all just made me feel..."

"Like shit."

"Well...yes."

"I'm sorry," Kurt says sincerely as he reaches across for Blaine's hand.

"It's okay. I want you to have fun with your friends, I want you to experience college life for what it is.."

"Yes, and thats very sweet of you, but I don't want to do that at the expense of our relationship. I probably took the teasing a bit too far. I think the more I had to drink the more I tried to be the center of attention."

"You don't need to try at that."

"Not with you, no. But I was nervous. I want these people to like me. Not Adam- I couldn't care less what he thinks. But Anna, Jordan and the others. I think," he pauses to clear his throat, flushing slightly as he struggles with his brutal honesty. "I think I teased you about your age to try and prove I was one of them. That even though you're older, and I'm living with you and not in dorms, I can still go out and have fun. And that was inexcusable. I really am sorry."

"Um...well, thank you. I guess. Thank you for being honest, and the apology. But please don't ever do that again. I don't mind you going out with them, I don't mind you getting drunk. I can even tolerate the throwing up but...please don't embarrass me like that again. And never call me Daddy. I know you were trying to be funny but...no. I want my kids to call me daddy and no one else."

"Okay. And Blaine? Just so you know... I think Adam is the biggest jackass I've ever met. Please just try and ignore him. He will never be in my circle of friends, or even vague acquaintances."

"Really? I was hoping we could invite him for the holidays." Blaine smiles as he holds his arms out to Kurt who runs to him readily, falling into his strong embrace and curling against his chest.

"Are we good?"

"Of course we are." Blaine's hands find soft, warm skin under Kurt's pajama top and rub gentle, soothing circles over his back as he kisses his lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'll never recover," Kurt admits. "I really had far too much."

"You did. But it's a lesson learned."

"I'm so sorry about your shoes," Kurt whispers into his hair. "How can I make it up to you?"

"Hmm...You could take me to Kurt Geiger and buy me some new ones?"

"Your shoes were Kurt Geiger?" Kurt cries as he pulls back to look at him, "How did I not know this?"

"No," Blaine says nonchalantly, "I just thought that was how you could make it up to me."

"Jerk," Kurt says affectionately as he kisses him again.

"Your jerk," Blaine answers proudly.

"Always."