Tell me, baby, do they make a medicine for heartbreak?
Blaine found Kurt sitting on their bed with his computer in his lap. There was a suspicious smell in the room, sharp and strong. "Hey, do you want to hit up a movie tonight?" Blaine asked.
"Not really," Kurt replied.
Blaine was a little taken aback by his fiancée's bluntness.
Kurt took a sip from something in a cup on the nightstand. "I'm busy tonight," he said.
"Oh. What are you up to?" Blaine asked.
"This," Kurt replied, motioning to his computer.
Blaine walked over and glanced at the computer.
Kurt was repeatedly hitting the forward arrow with a glazed-over expression, looking at photo after photo of Finn.
Blaine motioned for Kurt to move over and he sat on the edge of the bed. The smell increased ten-fold. He picked up the cup on the nightstand and sniffed it. He flinched, realizing what he had been smelling all along was some kind of really strong alcohol. "Kurt, what's this about?" Blaine asked, putting his arm around Kurt.
Kurt glared at him. "I have a dead brother, Blaine. A dead mother, and a dead brother. Statistics say I should have turned to the bottle years ago. So nothing's wrong, don't try to help, blah blah blah," he said. He took another swig from the cup and cringed as it went down.
Blaine took the cup and put it out of Kurt's reach. He then took the computer, shut it, and sat with Kurt on the bed.
Kurt was already visibly on the verge of tears.
Blaine wrapped Kurt in a hug and they sat there until Kurt started reflecting just how much alcohol he had consumed. Blaine then spent the night nursing a very emotional Kurt through a terrible hangover, but by morning, Kurt was back to his normal self.