A/N: So much to say, so little time. Ugh - I'm leaving for a week and I totally thought I posted this, but obviously not. Not going to have computer for the week, however I will be writing so when I get back you'll get some more Klainey goodness. This should tide you over until then :P

Rating: G/K - Underage drinking is totally not illegal... :P

Blaine spun around the room in a drunken haze, giggling to himself. Kurt was perched on the couch, watching him. Wes, Nick and Jeff were with them, dancing around with Blaine.

They had all been drinking.

A lot.

Blaine collapsed on the couch next to Kurt as the song ended, a silly grin plastered on his lips.

"Why'd you not come join us?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's hand.

"As much as I'd love to make a spectacle of myself…" he was grinning – the alcohol wasn't taking full effect just yet.

Jeff laughed as Wes fell over a couch cushion. A cheer went up as the next song started. Blaine pulled at Kurt's hands, who swatted him back playfully.

"Come dance," he pleaded, getting up.

Kurt shook his head, earning a pout from Blaine. Quickly over it, he joined Jeff and Nick, who were all but grinding to Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie'. Kurt's eyebrows rose almost to his hairline as he watched Blaine, participating in dancing that really should be classified as illegal on all levels.

A strange feeling in his gut passed, and he looked down at it with a frown. Was that jealously? Nick and Jeff were definitely straight – why did Kurt suddenly feel so worried. Blaine had left the grinding session and was doing his own rendition of the song, moving his hips so inappropriately that Kurt actually blushed and forced himself to look away.

"I…need some air,"

Kurt turned and headed onto the balcony, overlooking the suburbs. Wes' house was amazing.

Another song blasted from the speakers; Kurt heard it through the closed glass doors. He wondered why the neighbours hadn't complained. With Wes' parents out for the weekend, there was no stopping the five Warblers.

Of course, the party had been raging for hours – only they were left – and the alcohol hadn't been consumed until after the other party-goers had left.

Kurt wasn't expecting this reaction to seeing Blaine with other guys. Hell, they'd only been dating a week, although it felt like they'd only had their first kiss a few hours ago.

Maybe it was just seeing drunken Blaine with other guys. Kurt remembered the I-could-be-bi fiasco that Rachel brought on, and he remembered the panic that he felt in his gut the night they went on their date. He couldn't handle that again – he'd get an ulcer.

But then he remembered the burst of joy he felt when he saw Rachel's face as Blaine walked away – the rejection before the epiphany. It rose in his chest and spread like wildfire, a grin lighting his face. How could one man make him feel this way?

He returned to the warm air of the room, convincing himself not to be jealous. Blaine was his.

Unsurprisingly, the four Warblers had found Wes' mum's makeup supply and were thoroughly enjoying plastering themselves up like dolls, laughing and giggling like toddlers. Kurt's eyebrows were once again at his hairline as Blaine supported heavy blue eye shadow, large red lips and blush on half his face.

Wes, Jeff and Nick didn't fair too well either – Jeff's platinum hair was actually streaked with what looked like lipstick.

"Kurtie," Blaine started, almost looking alarmed as the foreign words erupted from his giggles. "Come down here, I want to paint your face,"

Kurt wondered how much more these guys had had to drink. Kurt didn't even feel the slightest bit tipsy. However, he complied with his boyfriends' wishes and sat down, cross legged, in front of him. Blaine actually scrutinised his face for a while, a thoughtful frown on his face. Kurt actually began to think that he'd been distracted by shiny thoughts when Blaine grabbed the blue eye shadow and smothered his own finger in it.

Leaning in very close to Kurt – closer than necessary, he grinned.

"You smell like…vodka," Kurt whispered, and Blaine very gently closed Kurt's eyelids with two fingers.

Gently, he applied the blue eye shadow – somehow getting it everywhere but his eyelid at first. When he was satisfied, he located the same shade of lipstick he used for himself, smearing it onto his own lips again. Kurt raised an eyebrow but was silenced by a kiss, transferring the lipstick over onto (and around) Kurt's lips. They pulled away, both of them laughing.

Wes, Jeff and Nick had moved on, now trying to copy the moves of the dancers on MTV. Kurt and Blaine sat in their own little world, just staring at each other. More kisses were shared, and more insane giggling. Okay, so the alcohol had finally gripped Kurt.

The two of them talked, about nothing in particular. It was mostly memories, exaggerated due to the memories. Hours later, they found themselves still in Wes' house – the three others passed out on the floor.

It was three in the morning – Kurt yawned sleepily.

"Time for bed?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded.

Forgetting to turn the TV off, the two of them commandeered a couch, sleeping so close they could be mistaken as one person.

^.^

"Ugh," was the first words out of Kurt's mouth. He said it even before he opened his eyes.

The TV blared at an unreasonable level for the morning – Kurt refused to open his eyes as the sunlight streamed in directly onto where he was lying. His head hurt – but not so much that he couldn't function. He was still pressed into Blaine, who, as far as he could tell without opening his eyes, was lying with his face pressed into a pillow.

Lucky…

Kurt cracked an eyelid open and stared at the hurricane of last night. Pizza boxes, makeup, rubbish, drinks, confetti and streamers lay scattered throughout the room. Jeff, Wes and Nick still were asleep, oblivious to the sun directly on their faces.

Blaine woke up a second later, blinking stupidly as his hand went straight to his head.

"Some night," he grumbled, sitting up and consequently jolting Kurt enough to almost make him fall. Kurt clung onto Blaine for life until he righted himself and the two of them sat side by side on the couch.

"Dear lord," Blaine muttered, staring at Kurt's face. Kurt's eyes widened as he remembered their experimenting, and he stood a little shakily.

Blaine was on his heels as they continued to the bathroom, hopping over the three on the floor. They stood at the mirror and immediately burst into laughter, staring at their faces. The eye shadow had since faded and spread even more onto their faces, combining with the lipstick which had done the same.

Kurt shook his head. His face was going to kill him for this.

After his shock of the morning, Kurt began to feel his mind closing – as it usually did in the mornings. He felt the grogginess come back to him. Blaine looked surprised at his sudden decline into I'm-not-a-morning-person mode.

"Coffee?" Blaine asked, even though his own head was pounding.

"For the love of god, yes,"

They entered the living room again, and Blaine turned down the TV considerably. "I hope that was fun for the neighbours at five in the morning,"

Kurt managed to slump onto the couch again, getting poked by Blaine. "Hey, if I have to deal with this hangover and get you a coffee, you have to stay awake,"

Kurt froze, "I'll get it, if you don't want to,"

Blaine let out a laugh and pulled Kurt into a hug. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have offered. I was only teasing you,"

Kurt kissed him and followed him into the kitchen, where he searched for the kettle.

"I may as well get some for the boys," Blaine laughed. "They drank a lot more than I did,"

Kurt got to work making bacon and eggs, after a brief inspection of their fridge.

"You know how to cook?" Blaine asked as Kurt expertly cracked an egg over the fry pan with his left hand, preparing the bacon with his right.

Kurt simply nodded as he found a spatula.

The smell of coffee and greasy food roused the three boys. They stumbled into the kitchen, bleary eyed and groaning.

Before any complaining could be done, Blaine thrust mugs into their hands, and they gave a satisfied hiss as the caffeine made its way into their systems.

The four of them perched on the benches, watching Kurt expertly flip eggs and dish their food out for them. Blaine wrapped Kurt into a hug.

"Groggy, hung-over and definitely not a morning person," Blaine grinned as he kissed him. "And you're still the best boyfriend in the world,"

A/N: This hasn't been edited or reread or anything, so excuse the mistakes. I don't have time :P Thanks for the amazing reviews that you've all left, you guys are all amazing.

PS: Can you tell that I love Wes, Nick and Jeff? They appear all the time :P