A/N: Inspired by a picture of someone asleep in a retarded place ^^ Hope you guys enjoy ^^
Kurt moaned, pulling the blanket up over his eyes. Blaine had talked him into going out with the ex-Warblers the previous night to celebrate their engagement, Nick and Jeff refusing to take no for an answer.
They'd given him something sweet, promising that it wasn't alcoholic, and Kurt had had three before he noticed how much it was affecting him.
After that he'd lost count of how much he was drinking, but still remembered to drink water in between. Blaine was even worse, accepting every drink handed to him, meaning that he was mixing his drinks and getting rapidly drunk.
The ex-Warblers kept buying them drinks, intent on getting them drunk enough to celebrate in 'style', and Kurt had accepted them after Nick and Jeff promised to stay sober and be their designated drivers.
Kurt didn't remember much after his fifth drink – a neon green, exceedingly alcoholic something – flashes of dancing with Blaine, grinding up against him, and a laughing Nick pulling him up the stairs and pushing him onto his bed. He didn't remember Blaine at all after leaving the club, at least, he didn't remember Blaine after he threw up on his shoes.
"Blaine?" he mumbled, stretching out his arms and only finding empty sheets. He groaned, forcing himself upright, squinting his eyes shut as his head spun.
"Painkillers, then Blaine." He mumbled, staggering to the bathroom.
Three painkillers, two cups of water and a shower later, Kurt came out of the bathroom feeling much much better, though he still had a faint headache.
He went slowly down the stairs, smirking at the sight of Blaine asleep on the banister, precariously balanced.
"Blaine?"
Blaine flailed, falling off the banister and landing on the floor with a loud thud.
"Ow." He said softly.
"Blaine? Are you okay?"
"Ow." Blaine repeated with more feeling. "My head is exploding..." he moaned.
Kurt laughed softly. Blaine opened his eyes to glare at him and snapped his eyes shut again.
"Why the hell is it so bright? I swear the sun wasn't that bright yesterday!"
Kurt laughed again.
"If you get up, I'll get you some painkillers." Kurt bribed.
Blaine sat up fast, clinging to the stair rail as his head spun, and used it to force himself upright.
"Blaine, bathroom. Now." Kurt ordered when Blaine's face turned green.
Blaine bolted down the hallway to the bathroom, and Kurt winced when he heard him throw up noisily.
He followed him slowly, leaning over Blaine to flush the toilet, Blaine was dry heaving – his stomach empty. Taking sympathy on him, Kurt wet a washer, gently wiping his face.
"You okay?"
Blaine shuddered, weakly climbing to his feet and leaning heavily against the wall.
"Toothbrush." He mumbled. "Please?"
Kurt put toothpaste on his toothbrush, handing it to Blaine.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Blaine asked through a mouthful of foam.
"Because I love you." Kurt replied, watching as Blaine rinsed his mouth out. "Sometimes."
"You only love me sometimes?" Blaine asked, a hurt expression on his face. "Painkillers?"
Kurt handed them to him, passing him a glass as well, ignoring Blaine's question.
"Why does my head hurt so much?"
"Because you're hung over?" Kurt replied, smirking slightly.
"Why aren't you hung over?" Blaine whined. Kurt took pity on him.
"Because I'm smart." He said softly, kissing Blaine's temple. "Come on, let's go back to bed and sleep in our nice, dark, room."
Blaine moaned.
"That sounds all kinds of amazing." He said as Kurt slipped an arm around his waist, helping him up the stairs.
Kurt helped Blaine lie down, crossing the room to shut the curtains tight.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, searching for him blindly.
"Shh, I'm here." Kurt soothed, dropping his head onto Blaine's shoulder. He hadn't wanted to admit it in front of Blaine, but his head did still hurt, quite a lot.
"Why did we drink so much?"
"Because Nick and Jeff think it's funny when we suffer." Kurt told him gently, sighing as Blaine stroked his hair.
"I'm never drinking again."
"You say that now." Kurt laughed. "Just wait until the next time they make us come out with them."
"You know you love it."
"Sometimes." Kurt sighed, cuddling further into Blaine.
"Is that your answer to everything?"
Kurt smirked.
"Sometimes."
A/N: To be fair, I'd probably be encouraging their drunkness as well... ^^