A/N: This just happens to be another of my favourite ones. It's a continuation of the last few. (I promise there's only one more after this one). I've noticed in previous chapters, there's been a bit of an issue with formatting - after I go into italics, it seems to lose a space. I don't know why.
Rating: T
"Cheek!" Jeff exclaimed, offering the salt to Blaine.
"That's boring!" Blaine laughed, but pulled Kurt's face towards him eagerly. "Lime?"
"Mouth. Always mouth." Jeff clarified, pushing the lime into Kurt's awaiting mouth.
They poured the tequila into a shot glass and Blaine giggled, licking a long, wet strip up Kurt's face and shaking the salt onto it.
Kurt made an interesting sound, and Blaine grinned, kissing the bottom of his jaw.
"Ready?" Blaine giggled.
"I'm not sure I'm the one that needs to be ready." Kurt was slightly more sober than Jeff and Blaine.
"Oh right. I forgot." Blaine said with a shrug, holding Kurt's face in the right spot, before licking up the salt, tossing back the shot and leaning forward to bite the lime, kissing Kurt as he did so. Pulling back, Blaine smiled brightly, looking at Jeff.
"Neck." he told him, pushing the salt back. Jeff shrugged, licking a strip up Nick's neck, covering it with salt.
The shots kept going, all four of them taking turns as they licked further and further down their boyfriends' bodies. Kurt ended the game when Jeff suggested they go below the belt, still slightly more sober then the other three.
"I think music." he suggested, smiling when Blaine jumped up immediately, swaying slightly.
"Jeff, we need music." Blaine insisted.
Jeff laughed, getting up and stumbling towards the stereo, fumbling with the controls for a good five minutes before he produced actual sound. Blaine cheered at the accomplishment, getting up and dancing. Kurt laughed at his boyfriend – he was dancing wildly to music that wasn't even wild-dancing-able.
"Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine laughed. "Come dance! Now!"
Kurt shook his head, laughing as Nick and Jeff started grinding to the slow music.
Blaine frowned. "It sounds like you need another drink!"
Blaine pranced towards the cabinets, going through every single one until he had to climb onto the benches to reach the top cupboards.
"Aha!" he triumphantly grinned, jumping down with a giant thud.
"Earthquake!" They heard Jeff cheer, and Kurt laughed.
"Drink this." Blaine insisted, pushing the bottle into Kurt's hands.
Kurt looked at the label. "Blaine…"
The determined frown Blaine had on his face was too hard to resist. He wanted Kurt to have fun.
"Fine…" Kurt moaned, unscrewing the cap and taking a giant swig.
He started dancing a couple of swigs later, laughing his head off as the four of them found a different station and started singing loudly.
"See?" Blaine slurred, having taken a few sips of whatever Kurt had. "Alcohol is ah-may-zing!"
"I know!" Kurt giggled, passing the bottle off to Jeff, and watching open mouthed as he guzzled from it.
Jeff had started drinking quite a bit, probably in an effort to forget, and Nick was drinking almost as much, taking Jeff's half-finished drinks off of him and drinking them himself.
Jeff swayed, leaning heavily against Nick.
"No more music. Time for cuddles." he mumbled, reaching for the stereo. He finally managed to turn it off, pulling Nick into the lounge room while Kurt and Blaine continued to dance to the non-existent music.
"Hey." Blaine complained, when he finally noticed.
^.^
Sometime after that, Kurt and Blaine found themselves upstairs, not entirely sure how they managed to get there. Blaine was kissing the underside of Kurt's face, absently mumbling things into his neck. He backed Kurt into the wall of the hall, making a little trail along Kurt's jaw.
"No hickeys." Kurt mumbled half-heartedly, his hands clutching at Blaine's strong arms.
Blaine mumbled something, sucking determinedly on his neck.
"Blaine…" Kurt whined, hands flailing pitifully.
Kurt gave up when Blaine started biting and nipping at the same spot, instead just petting at his head gently, moaning and whimpering whenever his bites got a little too hard.
"Bedroom." Blaine mumbled, and the rational side of Kurt's drunk brain reared up in panic.
"Okay." Kurt breathed.
Neither of them moved, Blaine continuing to suck and kiss at Kurt's neck.
"I said bedroom." Blaine frowned, stopping his kissing and giving his neck a sharp bite.
Kurt yelped and Blaine kissed his mouth in apology, dragging Kurt towards the guest room. They made it into the room without incident, before Blaine pushed Kurt down on the bed, crawling on top of him.
"You're so fucking hot." Blaine mouthed over his ear, running a hand down Kurt's chest but not straying below his bellybutton.
Kurt's breathing hitched. It was almost all too much to take. But fuck, he was enjoying it. Blaine mouthed down Kurt's neck, moving just enough to tug pitifully at Kurt's shirt, trying half-heartedly to pull it off.
Kurt laughed, pushing Blaine off and tugging his shirt over his head. A warm blush rose to his cheeks, but Blaine had already started to kiss down Kurt's chest and he really couldn't be bothered to feel self-conscious right now. But holy hell. Blaine's mouth. Kurt let out a small moan and distinctly felt Blaine's lips turn upwards in a smirk.
"Less smiling, more kissing." Kurt insisted, tugging Blaine's hair. Blaine gasped. My god did that feel good.
"Y-yeah" Blaine giggled, kissing along Kurt's collarbone and down his chest.
Kurt closed his eyes, letting out a few moans as Blaine made his way down his chest.
He didn't know if they were being loud - he couldn't really care, but he suddenly imagined Jeff and Nick hearing them. He burst into laughter, and Blaine looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
"Really?" Blaine asked. "Laughing at a time like this?"
"Sorry." managed Kurt. "But what if they hear us?"
Blaine sighed, nuzzling his head against Kurt's chest.
"Really? That's what you're thinking about?"
Kurt giggled, and suddenly Blaine's hand was on his thigh. His thigh.
"You should be thinking about this." Blaine growled into his ear, his hand sliding up to cup Kurt where he was hard and straining against his jeans.
Holy Fuck.
"Blaine" Kurt gasped. "Blaine, stop." he said, pushing him away.
Blaine rolled off of Kurt, lying next to him, both of them panting a little as they tried to calm down.
"Kurt…" Blaine whined.
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered. "I just..." he sighed. "I don't think I'm ready to go that far yet. And I don't want..." his voice trailed off as he blushed. "I don't want our first time to be while we're drunk."
"I'm not drunk." Blaine protested, prodding at Kurt's chest again, trying to straddle him.
"Blaine." Kurt snapped, and immediately he backed off.
Blaine sighed, throwing an arm over his eyes and leaning back against the pillows. "I'm sorry."
Kurt sighed, moving to kiss him gently, making certain that the only place they touched were their lips.
"You are drunk." he whispered gently. "But so am I, and I don't want to take the chance that either of us would forget. I want it to be special." he admitted.
Blaine bit his lip thoughtfully.
"Special." he repeated, letting Kurt kiss him again. "Special."
Kurt chuckled, shaking his head and thankful that his boyfriend was wonderful.
"Special."
Kurt frowned. "You okay baby?"
"Yeah...just...special..."
Kurt giggled. "Not that special, I mostly just want to be able to remember it. As long as I'm with you it'll be special." he admitted in a rush, ducking his head to hide his blush.
Blaine cocked his head to one side, smirking slightly. "Special. Really special. You know what would be really special?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Our wedding night."
Kurt's eyebrows rose to his hairline. Their wedding night? What? Not that Kurt didn't want to marry Blaine, but... what?
Blaine yawned sleepily, oblivious to the fact that Kurt just died from shock beside him.
"Saving ourselves until our wedding night..." Blaine continued, seeming to think it through, nodding to himself. "That'd be the most special-est thing ever...and I'd do it for you." He said, looking at Kurt earnestly, moving to cuddle into his side. "And I'd do it too, I'd save myself for Kurt." he mumbled, seeming to just be talking to himself now, his words turning inaudible at some points.
Kurt finally managed to find his voice. "What?"
Blaine yawned again, wrapping his arm around Kurt, holding the other boy to him securely.
"Night baby." he mumbled
Kurt lay frozen. Blaine would wait for their wedding night? He'd wait however long that would be for him?
Kurt smiled, snuggling into Blaine, tugging the blankets up. He sleepily kissed the top of Blaine's head.
Sometimes he seriously loved Blaine.
^.^
Kurt had officially decided that hangovers weren't fun. Of course, he already knew that, but his brain seemed to constantly remind him with each throb.
He opened his eyes painfully, glaring at the intruding light from the windows. Whatever was wrong with his head didn't stop it from being a really nice day.
But then he saw Blaine, and he felt his stomach drop. Blaine was very drunk when he said those things last night, and while Kurt didn't remember half the things they said, he did remember one thing. One very important thing.
I'll wait until our wedding night.
Kurt's mouth went dry and his stomach hit a bottomless pit of depression. Blaine wouldn't remember.
Blaine mumbled sleepily beside him. "Rings. We should get rings."
"What?" Kurt asked, confused. Surely Blaine wasn't...
"Promise rings." Blaine clarified, moaning as he moved his head, burying it back under the pillow.
Kurt smiled, looking down at his hands, stretching his fingers out.
He imagined a ring - thick and silver, glistening across his ring finger. In his head (which was pretty damn accurate, even with a hangover), it looked amazing. Knowing it was going to come from Blaine...
"So...you remember...?" Kurt asked softly, and Blaine mumbled in response.
"Mostly. I tend to remember important things. Now shh."
Kurt smiled, curling back around Blaine. Sleep sounded like a good idea.
Kurt's stomach grumbled, and he moaned. No, really...sleep sounded so good. He groaned as his stomach gave another violent shudder, practically begging Kurt to put something in it other than alcohol.
"No, no no no!" Blaine whimpered, his voice muffled from the pillow. "Please don't get up."
Kurt groaned, turning to face him. "I have to. I'll starve."
"But then I'll have to get up..."
Kurt smiled, "Okay then. Hurry up if you're coming."
Blaine moaned. "I don't want to get up. Come back to bed?"
Kurt sighed, his stomach growling again. "What if I make you two cups of special coffee and a greasy, fattening breakfast full of bacon, hash-browns and bread-rolls cooked in butter."
Blaine sat up quickly, his eyes unfocused with a whimper as he decided whether he needed to throw up or not.
"Special coffee?"
Kurt grinned, heading out of the room.
Blaine smiled to himself, re-evaluating whether or not he'd puke if he moved again.
Kurt's special coffee had better be worth it.
^.^
"Oh my god." Blaine hissed as he tasted the first sip of the best coffee he'd had. Ever.
Kurt grinned to himself as he started cooking, the smell and sizzle of the frying pan making him feel less sick already. He'd already downed some tablets - which had already started to soothe his headache.
The smell of the greasy food cooking brought Nick and Jeff downstairs.
"What did you do to Blaine?" Jeff asked, holding his head.
Blaine was cradling his coffee, and Kurt could swear he heard loving words spoken to it.
Kurt retrieved the two other coffees' he had made for Jeff and Nick from the microwave. "This."
Jeff reached for it immediately, all but moaning as he took a sip.
Nick was slightly more hesitant, frowning down at the cup. "What did you put in it?"
Kurt chuckled, flipping a hash-brown.
"Nothing unusual. I promise."
Nick eyed it critically. It smelled like coffee, and a dash of chocolate. Nick gave one last wary look at Kurt before taking an apprehensive sip.
"Holy shit." he breathed. "It's like my tongue met God and they had a party."
"Hangover cure." Kurt said matter-of-factly."Carole taught me it. Never fails."
Nick chuckled and nodded, sitting at the table and nursing his coffee almost as protectively as Blaine and Jeff were. He suddenly looked up, squinting at where Kurt was leaning against the counter, lazily sipping at his own coffee.
"Kurt…" Nick's eyes lit up. "Oh my god, your neck!"
Kurt's eyes widened and he lifted a hand to his neck.
"Other side." Jeff had looked up, stifling a laugh.
Blaine, not really understanding, looked up and found what they thought was so amusing. "Oh my god Kurt…I'm so-….oh god."
Kurt frowned in concern, pressing against his neck and wincing instantly at the slight pressure.
"Fuck that hurts." Kurt whimpered. "What is it? What's wrong?"
Nick shook his head, laughing and Jeff just chuckled.
"Oh Kurt…I'm sorry." Blaine stood up, stroking over the piece of skin gently, wincing when Kurt did.
"What?" Kurt was starting to panic.
"Go look in the mirror, I'll keep an eye on the food." Nick said with a smug smirk, and Kurt frowned, hurrying out of the room.
"He's going to kill me." Blaine hissed at them, before following his boyfriend upstairs.
Fearing the worst, Kurt stepped into the bathroom and faced the mirror, Blaine on his heels.
He blanched when he saw the green, purple and slightly blue mark on his neck, about as big as two fingers. It was even red in some places around, where he had drawn blood.
"Oh my god…" he whimpered, turning around to glare at Blaine. "I said no hickeys! Do you have any idea how much concealer it's going to take to cover this?" he asked, his voice dangerous as he stepped closer to Blaine.
Blaine was wide eyed, backed up against the wall.
Kurt smiled at him evilly, leaning down and sucking on his neck intently. Blaine's head dropped back against the wall, giving Kurt better access.
"Fuck." he breathed as Kurt pulled back, eyeing his neck critically.
When he wasn't satisfied, he returned to the same spot, biting experimentally.
"Ugh…I should give you hickeys more often." Blaine whimpered, tangling one hand in Kurt's hair.
"Shut up." Kurt muttered, pulling off Blaine's neck and grinning at the purple bruise it left.
Blaine looked in the mirror, rubbing his finger over it with a small smile.
"It's your brand." He smiled. "The thing that makes me yours. At least…until we get our rings."
"Yeah, whatever." Kurt rolled his eyes, unimpressed as he gently dabbed at the blood spots with a wet tissue.
Blaine grinned and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.
They walked back out hand in hand, Blaine pressing his fingers against the mark on his neck. Jeff and Nick exchanged glances, grinning.
"Someone's a little dominant this morning." Nick said, smiling innocently at Kurt when he glared at him.
Kurt moved to the stove, poking at the food inside.
"Nick, you let it burn!" he complained, emptying the pan into the bin, ignoring Nick and Jeff's laughter. Something told him they'd done it on purpose.
Blaine sat back down, reclaiming his coffee and sipping it with slightly glazed eyes. Kurt smiled at him.
"Sometimes I swear you love coffee more than me." he told him.
Blaine's expression was shocked.
"No!" he protested. "I have to love you more, because you make me coffee." he told him, secretly proud at his logic until Kurt laughed.
"You love me more than coffee because I make you coffee?" he asked.
Blaine blinked sleepily. "Yes?"
Kurt laughed, attempting to put more food on the stove before groaning. "Can we just go out for breakfast?"
Jeff stood up, pausing a bit to stop his head from spinning, before nodding. "I am starving."
Nick laughed and nodded, taking his boyfriend's hand.
"There's a fantastic breakfast diner a few minutes away. We can walk there!" Jeff said excitedly, and Kurt laughed as he tried to coax Blaine up.
"Come on."
"But…coffee…"
"We can get our rings today if you hurry up." Kurt said softly and almost immediately Blaine was up, draining his cup.
It didn't take them long to get dressed, agreeing to forgo showers in favour of food and more coffee
^.^
They made it to the breakfast diner without incident, none of them speaking until their food was gone. As they paid, leaving, Kurt pulled Nick aside.
"Blaine and I are going to go look around the shops for a while. We'll meet you back at Jeff's later." He told him softly.
Nick nodded, smiling at them both before walking off with Jeff, on their way home to wait for Katelyn to return from Nick's parents' place..
Blaine looked after them in confusion.
"Why aren't we going with them?" he asked Kurt.
Kurt smiled.
"Rings Blaine, remember?"
Blaine almost clapped with excitement. "Oh yeah!"
Kurt grinned, taking his hand and hailing a cab. They rode further into the main town in silence, Blaine bouncing his knee happily.
"What kind of rings should we get?" Blaine asked softly, paying the driver and helping his boyfriend from the cab.
"Silver." Kurt immediately with a small grin. "Thick and silver."
Blaine grinned. "Not gold?"
Kurt bit his lower lip, preparing himself for a daring move. "Our wedding bands can be gold."
He started walking forward so he didn't have to see Blaine's reaction. He caught up, a wide grin on his face, and Kurt took that as a good sign.
It seemed such a dangerous subject, but since last night, Kurt had come to the conclusion that yes, they both wanted to get married to each other someday. It made Kurt feel giddy and light, and he grabbed Blaine's hand and dragged him to a jewellers.
"Cheap rings are over this way." Blaine said, but Kurt stopped him.
"No…no cheap rings. This is important. Special." Kurt grinned. "I don't mind spending a lot…I have savings."
Blaine grinned, instead leading Kurt to where the middle-priced jewellery was.
They browsed for what seemed like hours – they wanted the same ring but Blaine's was going to have black covering, instead of silver like Kurt wanted his to be. Finally, Kurt slid a ring on and his eyes lit up.
"This is it. This is the ring. Try it on." Kurt exclaimed, pulling it off and thrusting it towards Blaine.
Blaine took it and inspected it critically. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but Kurt seemed to do it each time he picked up a ring. He slid it onto his finger, wiggling his fingers experimentally.
"I love it. It just…sits so well!" Blaine grinned, bouncing slightly as he clenched and unclenched his fist.
Kurt nodded with a grin, pleased with their find. Honestly, Blaine didn't really care what ring they got, but it seemed to matter to Kurt, and he wanted to keep his boyfriend happy. Besides, this ring did feel different from the others. It was special.
They told the assistant and followed her into the back room, where they found thousands of rings in the same model – Blaine had no idea there were so many sizes – and tried on ring after ring until they found the ones that fit them perfectly – with black for Blaine and silver for Kurt.
"Keep it off." Blaine whispered as they paid, wincing slightly at the cost, but happy nonetheless. "I want to do something."
Curious, Kurt followed him out of the store. Blaine didn't say anything, leading him to a nearby park, standing him under a tree.
"Kurt Hummel." Blaine grinned, taking the small box that Kurt's ring was in. "I…um…pledge myself to you. I promise to withhold sex from you until our wedding night." Kurt blushed, but was laughing as Blaine took the silver ring from the box, holding Kurt's hand up. "I promise this because I want this to be special for us both. I want us both to be ready and comfortable, and because I love you."
Blaine finished his little speech by sliding the ring onto Kurt's finger and kissing him. Kurt kissed him back lovingly, wondering how the hell he managed to find someone like Blaine.
"Blaine Anderson." Kurt chuckled, before sobering up and taking the ring from the box. "I also pledge myself to you, to not have sex with you no matter how much you want it." Kurt grinned, a blush warming his cheeks. Blaine poked his tongue out at him, grinning. "I promise to keep this promise, and save myself for our wedding night, because I love you." He pushed the ring onto Blaine's finger, following it with a kiss.
The two broke away with simultaneous laughter.
"That was quite possibly the silliest thing we've ever done." Kurt laughed and Blaine nodded.
"It was kinda sweet though."
"And terribly clichéd." Kurt kissed him again, taking his ring-hand and rubbing their rings together.
Blaine grinned and took Kurt's hand, kissing the ring before holding his other hand and leading him to the road.
"We better get back to Nick and Jeff."
A/N: Giddy, happy feelings, anyone? I swear I was going to say something, but then I totally forgot... hm. Oh yea! Omg. The special coffee mentioned before? We made it the morning after we wrote this - I don't think we had slept? Or if we had, it was very short. Anyway, it's amazing - fill up a cup of milk about 3 quarters of the way and chuck it into the microwave for 1.30 minutes, then stir, then put it in again for 1.30 minutes. Immediately chuck two teaspoons of coffee in, a teaspoon of cocoa (or milo) , any chocolate sauce you can find, and some Jarrah (Or like, mocha mix). If you have cream, chuck it on top and pour some more chocolate sauce on top, and then chocolate powder stuff. You will die from the awesome.