New Years

Cooper Anderson was a bad influence. A fun, bad influence, but a bad influence all the same. When he arrived in the City on New Year’s Eve, Blaine knew he was in for a … eventful night. The only problem was, Blaine couldn’t quite remember how eventful it was.

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When Blaine arrived at The Bean a couple of days into the New Year, Kurt had a smirk on his face.

“What?” Blaine stopped, looking slightly alarmed as he started wiping his face with the back of his hand, trying to catch a glimpse of himself in the window.

“Nothing, it’s nothing honestly. I was just thinking of something” Kurt assured him, the smirk still on his face.

Blaine sat down, patting at his hair, just to make sure. Kurt pushed Blaine’s coffee towards him, before asking:

“So how was New Years? Your brother was in town right?”

“Yeah! He flew in New Year’s Eve. It was fun ... I think”

“You think?” Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“Well, I don’t actually remember a lot. My brother, he lives in LA, so he’s pretty into the whole party scene, so I think we hit a lot of New Year’s celebrations all over the city”.

Blaine’s head really was fuzzy still, Coop just dragged him to party after party, charming his way through security and filling Blaine with so many free drinks, Katy Perry herself could have danced with him and he would have been none the wiser.

“How about you? Did you hit the town, Kurt Hummel style?”

“It was uneventful” Kurt shrugged “My family flew home that morning , so I wasn’t really in the mood to party. I just had an early night. So anyway how much do you actually remember?” Kurt spoke quickly, eager to get back to the subject of Blaine.

“Errrr, well I remember leaving my apartment, tequila shots at the first bar, something about a goat and then waking up at my apartment the next morning, fully clothed – sans bowtie – with Coop sprawled across my couch with Gibson asleep on his face. How he managed to breathe I don’t know”. Blaine laughed, it really had been a strange morning; he later found Coop’s shoes in the refrigerator and a whole cheesecake with a – oh that’s where it went – bowtie tied around it, atop his piano. Like he said; strange.

“So you remember nothing?” Kurt persisted.

“Nope”

“Nothing at all?”

“Kurt” Blaine laughed, looking confused.

“So you didn’t by any chance take up my offer of a phonecall?”

“What?” Blaine continued to laugh before stopping abruptly. “Oh god” His eyes widened “Did I call you?”

Kurt fiddled with his coffee cup before replying nonchalantly “I may or may not have received a lengthy voicemail when I woke up on New Year’s Day”.

“What did I say?” Blaine was getting worried.

“Think” Kurt said, a smirk appearing on his face again “Think really hard, it’ll come to you”.

Blaine was puzzled. How could he not remember calling Kurt? Surely that’s something he’d remember.

Ok lets’ see; tequila shots, they much have moved on from that bar if a goat appeared at some point. Oh yeah, they were at that weird rodeo themed party. But they must have left there. All Blaine was seeing was lights and dancing and drinking, lots of drinking. Oh but they were at that bar overlooking Times Square.

They watched the Ball Drop! Yes!

He’d got his phone out to take a picture. But he dropped his phone. It was all starting to become clearer to Blaine now. He bent down to pick it up, but overbalanced, underestimating the effect alcohol had on him. He fell, crawling to sit watching the city party below him. Grabbing his phone he clumsily scrolled through his contacts, Kurt’s name catching his attention. He dialled.

Oh….OH!

Blaine rested his head in his hands, remembering exactly what he’d said.

“And Bingo was his name-o!” Kurt patted Blaine’s head. “It’s okay, everyone has drunk-dials at some point”.

“Kurt” Blaine was shaking his head “I’m so sorry – I didn’t mean –“.

“Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s a lie until proven sober”. He patted Blaine’s hand, but that didn’t help Blaine’s embarrassment.

Because he’d meant every word of what he’d said.

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“You’ve reached the phone of Kurt Hummel. Please leave a message after the tone”.

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“Hey Kurt! It’s Blaine! You’ll never guess where I am! … At a party! … No wait that isn’t the cool part … I’m high! Oh shit. High up I mean! I’m looking over the city! … It’s so pretty Kurt! There are all these twinkly lights and they remind me of your eyes Kurt! … Because your eyes are sooo pretty. And they sparkle! And I’m with all these people Kurt, all these rich people in their expensive clothes and fancy hair styles – but none of them look as good as you do. None of them! Their hair isn’t magical and their buts don’t look as good in their pants as yours does! Because Kurt … you have a nice butt. B…but most of all Kurt, out of allllll the people in this room – and there’s a lot of people – maybe too many people … ummm …  oh yeah. Out of all the people, there is no-one I’d rather be with right now than you, Kurt! You are beautimous! NEW WORD! BEAUTIMOUS! And I love you! I do!  I love you way more than Cooper – who’s just walking over – HEY COOP!  Shit! Coooooop, don’t take my phone … wait… gimme, no … fu –“

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