Kurt felt eyes on him. Blaine was looking on from across the room. He looked concerned. Kurt saw the curly topped boy turn and say something to his table partner Wes and headed in Kurt's direction. He stumbled a couple times, but there were a lot of people around to bump into. He stomped his way up to Kurt and swung his arms around him, pressing his body close. "Don't fall for him," he slurred into Kurt's ear. "He's a player and you deserve better."

Kurt rolled his eyes and held onto Blaine. Holding him up was a more accurate description, but it was comforting to be so close to him, alcohol or not. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Cloud nine now that I've got you where I want you. Jesus you smell fucking good."

Kurt's heart fluttered. Maybe there was some truth to what Thad had said about Blaine. "Are you having fun?"

Blaine gave Kurt a peck on the cheek. "Wanna get out of here?" Blaine's breath reeked of beer.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere! C-Can we go somewhere alone? You're skin is so soft." He kissed his cheek again. "Did I tell you how amazing you look tonight?"

Kurt blushed wishing that this moment wasn't being created because of alcohol. He'll regret this in the morning. "How about I help you up to your room before I head home?"

"Home? No, you can't leave. I hate it when you leave. I'm happier when you're around."

Kurt ignored the words. "How 'bout that help to your room."

"You're awesome, Kurt. What would I ever do without you?"

"Lucky for you that you don't have to know the answer to that." Kurt held up Blaine for most of the way to his room. Blaine blathered on about Sectionals and Thad being gross and not the right guy for Kurt. He dropped compliments here and there and kissed Kurt on the cheek some more. They reached Blaine's door when Blaine pinned Kurt to his dorm room door.

"You're so beautiful, Kurt," Blaine cooed. His face looked pained.

"How much have you had to drink?" Kurt wasn't afraid of Blaine hurting him, but he was afraid of letting Blaine do something he would regret in the morning and that would hurt Kurt more than any abuse Blaine could, but wouldn't dish out.

"I don't know. I wasn't keeping track. I did do some shots…and I played beer pong twice or four times. I can't remember. Were you there when I played Waterfall or Flip Cup? I think I may have done a beer bong or two." He paused looking like he was deep in thought. "Haha. Wow I really drank a lot, didn't I?"

Kurt plastered on a fake smile to appease Blaine. He wasn't upset that Blaine drank so much at all. He's a big boy and can make his own decisions. He was more upset that Blaine was taking this time to hit on Kurt as if being drunk meant 'go find the nearest warm body that might concede and fuck it.' He put his hand in Blaine's pocket and fished out the drunkard's dorm keys.

"Wait," Blaine interjected. Kurt stopped and looked intently at Blaine. "I'm sorry."

He didn't know what Blaine was apologizing for. "It's okay. Let's get you in the shower. Maybe that will help sober you up."

"Mmm. I love showers. Hot water is the best thing ever invented." Kurt opened the door and watched Blaine as he stumbled his way to the adjoining bathroom.

"I'll be right in to help you, Blaine. I just need to make a phone call."

"Okay." He sounded sleepy.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed his home number. His father picked up the phone sounding like he had been wide awake and waiting for his son's return from his first high school party. "Hello?"

"Dad."

"Hey, are you on your way home yet? You will miss curfew if you hadn't. Don't think I don't know what's going on at that party of yours."

"Yes, Dad, I know you know, but here's the thing…"

"Were you drinking? I'll pick you up."

"No Dad. I didn't have a drop like I promised, but it's Blaine. He drank WAY too much and I'm afraid to leave him. I can help get him in bed and make sure he's on his side, but Dad I've seen too many Lifetime movies to scare the crap out of me and make me think that he's going to roll over and choke on his own vomit."

"What are you asking, Kurt?"

"I can't leave him. Can I please stay the night and make sure he's going to be okay in the morning?"

"No! Absolutely not! You're not having a slumber party alone with another gay guy."

"Dad it's not like that! He's really messed up. Here I can prove it." Kurt hurried into the bathroom to find Blaine staring absently at the shower. He handed his phone to Blaine and told him to say hi to Burt.

"Mr. Hummel! Hey! How's it going, Sir? Hey, you should know that Kurt is so sweet. He helped me up to my room and *burp* ah sorry." Kurt took the phone way.

"See? He's wasted and he can't remember what he says. We had the same conversation three times on our way up here. I had to carry him, Dad." Kurt walked back into the bedroom.

"I understand that you want to help, but how do I know he's not faking?"

"If you won't let me care for him here then let me take him home and you can see for yourself. I'll make sure he's ok from our house."

Burt thought for a minute and came to the realization that Kurt wasn't lying if he was offering to drive a drunk teen over an hour just to prove a point, then he had bigger things to worry about. "No, that's not necessary. I believe you. You can stay. Just… be safe. And I expect you home tomorrow afternoon."

"Thanks, Dad. Really."

"And Son?… I'm proud of you for keeping your promise to me and for being responsible."

This meant the world to Kurt. "Thanks for trusting me."

"I love you. See you tomorrow."

"Love you too, Dad." Kurt ended the call and tossed his phone on Blaine's desk. "Blaine!" he called. "You need to turn the water on." Kurt heard the shower turn on as he rummaged through Blaine's things to find a towel and his toiletries. He also took out a t-shirt and lounge pants for Blaine to change into later for bed. He stopped when he opened the drawer that contained his boxers and took a deep breath when he saw that Blaine wore tight fitting boxer briefs. The short ones that stop just below the cheek.

His face flushed at his own embarrassment that now, of all times, he was getting turned on by the thought of Blaine in his underwear. Now is definitely not the time, he thought and shook the goose bumps off.

Kurt turned and saw steam coming from the bathroom. He gathered Blaine's things and walked in the bathroom expecting Blaine to already be in the shower so Kurt could just hand him his toiletries. He was stunned to find Blaine standing in nothing, but a pair of black Calvin's like the ones he had just picked out.