A/N: We've got some fics coming out from that episode...so stay tuned for them :) But this is just some fun we got out of a prompt. I just want to let you all know, that we WILL get through these seven weeks, and we're going to do it together. Be Strong guys. :)

"Wait, who's getting drunk off their face?" Blaine asked, glancing around the table.

Rachel laughed. "Puck and Finn."

"What, are they having another drinking competition?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yup. Brittany bet them that they couldn't hold their liquor like she could…so last man standing is the winner."

"Why wasn't I invited." Blaine pouted, and Kurt laughed.

"Because you're already drunk and I didn't fancy having to pour you into bed later."

"But Kurt…what if I want to play?"

Kurt gave a little sigh. "They're only two shots in. If you hurry…"

"Yes please." Blaine made grabby hands at the bottle.

"Well, if the hobbit wants a turn…who else wants to play?" Santana asked, looking around at the table.

So far, she and Kurt were the only relatively sober ones – they'd been encouraging the others to drink more than they'd been drinking themselves. The others at the table nodded eagerly.

"Everyone?" Finn laughed, gesturing a waiter over and ordering shots for them all.

"Which shots?" the waiter asked, amused.

"All of them." Rachel replied, her eyes wide.

Kurt smirked.

"Anything, just make sure they're varied, and keep them coming."

The waiter gave them a concerned nod, before disappearing.

"I want to dance." Rachel announced, standing up.

"No you don't." Kurt hauled her back down, doing a quick head count,.

The aim of the night was to not lose anyone, and so far he and Santana were doing well. The waiter returned, carrying a large tray and setting it down. Kurt thanked him, handing the shots out.

"Wait, wait…how do we know who wins?" Brittany asked, blinking at them..

"Well, if you can't keep up, you lose. If you throw up, you lose. Get the picture?" Santana asked, glancing around the table.

There was a chorus of yes' and Santana smiled.

"Ready…Set…SHOT!" Rachel laughed, downing hers as the rest of the table followed.

^.^

Five shots later, Finn, Brittany and Rachel had already given up. In their defence, Brittany and Finn had been drunk to start with, and had abandoned their shots in favour of arguing about the importance of dental hygiene in felines. For Britt, it was actually a pretty tame topic.

Rachel had given up because she'd been drinking both Kurt's and her own shots – and she was kind of a light weight.

Santana and Sam dropped out at the next round – mostly because Sam had passed out on the table and Santana was trying to get Brittany to drink some water – and stop trying to strip.

Nobody really understood how Blaine - small, compact, light Blaine - was getting so far into the game - but Kurt knew. Each shot, he swallowed at least three quarters of Blaine's shot without anyone noticing, handing him the almost empty shot glass.

Puck was starting to look green, and started mumbling something about not being able to drink tequila after some incident with someone. He stumbled to the bathroom shortly after.

Kurt's hand closed over Blaine's as he tried to take the next shot.

"No more."

"But I want to win." He mumbled.

"You did win…"

"But you're still drinking!"

"Blaine…I'm the designated sober person." Kurt smirked. They were all walking home - there was no way he was going to let himself drive.

"Oh." He mumbled stupidly. "So I win?"

Kurt chuckled. "Yes babe…you win…"

Blaine tried to focus, his eyes narrowing in thought as he took in this new information. Finally his blurred eyes fixated on Kurt, his lips turning up into a smirk.

"Do I get a prize?"

A/N: It's Friday (Where I am) and so that means I'm sleeping over Claire's place - which means you'll hopefully get shitloads of fics by Sunday :) Byee!

EDIT: Sorry about that guys, we obviously uploaded before we were properly awake this morning.