"Good news," Carson announced several weeks later, smiling triumphantly as he pushed his way into the flat, laden down with a box full of purchases from the liquor store. "I've got us fully stocked for the party." Both boys' universities were being blessed with a long weekend, and they had decided to throw a little get-together at the flat on Friday night, both to celebrate the freedom and to mix their two groups of new friends. Well, Carson assumed Kurt had new friends, anyway. What Carson had were mostly casual acquaintances and regular customers who knew to come to him for pot, but all he'd had to do was tell Hayley about it, and suddenly a whole lot of people were planning to show up. That girl may have been annoying, but she was popular and had a big mouth.

"Great," he heard his twin call out approvingly from the kitchen. Carson headed in there, setting the box down on the counter as he surveyed the sight of Kurt, a white apron tied around his impeccable outfit, busily stirring something in a giant, blue mixing bowl.

"What are you making?" Carson asked curiously, crossing over to him and peering over his shoulder into the bowl.

"Cookies," Kurt replied happily. "They're for the party. I don't think it's ever a good party without baked goods."

"Yeah, but usually there's pot in them," Carson said teasingly, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders and placing a soft kiss on the top of his hair.

"You're so hilarious," Kurt replied sarcastically, even though Carson could hear the smile in his voice. "These are my famous chocolate chip cookies, I'm not going to spoil them with pot."

"It's an enhancer," Carson insisted.

"No."

Carson sighed, pretending to be pained by Kurt's stubbornness. "Have it your way, then."

"I will, thank you," Kurt said with exaggerated haughtiness. "By the way, I talked Sebastian into taking care of the Jello shots."

His words gave Carson sudden pause as he felt the overwhelming urge to let out a frustrated whine. "Sebastian's coming?" he asked, barely bothering to hide his disappointment.

"Yeah," said Kurt. "Didn't I tell you? I thought I told you. Anyway, it would feel rude not to invite him."

Carson didn't reply. He was too busy inwardly screaming at the thought of having to watch Sebastian make bedroom eyes at Kurt all night, especially when there was alcohol involved. Great. Exactly what I fucking needed. God, can't he start travelling again so I can have, like, five minutes of peace without having to deal with his pathetic lovesick simpering around Kurt? I don't think I ask for very much.

"You ok?" asked Kurt.

Carson just sighed and rested his chin on the groove between Kurt's neck and his shoulder. "M'fine," he mumbled grumpily. "Can I try the dough?"

"You can lick the spoon once I've put the dough on the sheet," Kurt said.

"Ok," Carson said, reaching over Kurt and grabbing a handful of chocolate chips out of the bag his twin had set next to his baking sheets.

"Carson!" Kurt yelped in protest. "Go easy on those, I have to make another dozen cookies after this one."

"Relax, babe, there's plenty," said Carson as he shoved the entire handful into his mouth.

"You take one more chip out of that bag and you'll be sorry," Kurt warned him, turning around and shaking the batter-covered spoon for emphasis.

"I'm scared, so very scared," Carson teased, slowly inching his hand back toward the bag.

"Carson Phillips, I'm warning you."

"Oh? What do you plan to do?" Carson inquired, grinning cheekily as he slipped his fingers inside the bag and came away with a solitary chocolate chip. "Spank me with the spoon? Oooh, actually, that sounds awesome, you should spank me with the spoon."

"Carson, put the chip back."

"No," Carson said defiantly, enjoying the way Kurt sighed with frustration at the same time as he was having a hard time hiding the way the corners of his mouth were turning up in amusement.

"Put it back or I'll have to take it from you."

"By force? Kinky."

"Carson, I swear to god….."

"Come and get it if you want it!" shrieked Carson gleefully as he bolted out of the kitchen and into the living room, Kurt hot on his heels. He felt strong arms tackle him to the couch, wrestling with him as his twin tried valiantly to pry the chocolate from his fingers.

"Carson, give it!"

"Never," Carson declared, holding his hand aloft so that the candy of contention was just out of Kurt's grasp as his brother wriggled clumsily on top of him. Which felt super awesome, and wasn't something that Carson necessarily wanted to stop any time soon.

"Come ooooon," Kurt whined, making grabby hands in the air.

"Kurt, seriously, my hands have been all over it," Carson pointed out. "Are you sure you really want to put it in a cookie now?"

Kurt glared at him, his eyes murderous as Carson brought the chocolate chip to his mouth and popped it inside, chewing and swallowing quickly as he gave the other boy a shit eating grin.

"You are such a dick," Kurt grumbled, his eyebrows furrowed into an adorable frown.

"I would think you'd be used to that by now," said Carson. "I've been a dick since the moment the egg was fertilized."

"Uuuuuuugh, you are so frustrating!" exclaimed Kurt, glaring at Carson even though his body was still on top of him, and it didn't appear that he planned to move.

"Aaaaw, poor Kurtsie Wurtsie," teased Carson in a sing-song voice. "Bet I know how to turn that frown upside down."

"Act like a normal human for five minutes?" suggested Kurt.

"Nope. This way," said Carson, and with lightning speed, he flipped the two of them over so that he was now the one pinning Kurt to the couch instead of the other way around.

"If you think you're going to buy your way out of this with sexy times, Carson Phillips, you can keep dreaming, because...oh my god!" Kurt suddenly shrieked, his chest rattling with laughter as Carson started tickling his sides. "Hahaha… fuck…. ha...stop it….oh my god I hate… ahahahaha…" he gasped, fighting and flailing in vain as Carson relentlessly continued his assault.

"Say the magic word and I'll stop," Carson said cheekily, varying his touch so that it was lighter and, therefore, more torturous.

"F...f-f-fuck you," Kurt gasped as he writhed underneath him.

"That's not the word, but I like your sass," Carson teased him, his hands never relenting even the slightest bit.

"S-s-s-stttttop."

"Magic word, Kurt. Say please."

"Ugh… PLEASE."

Carson ceased tickling him, and Kurt immediately seized the opportunity to whack him hard on the arm.

"Such a dick!" his twin repeated as he gasped for air.

"I did get you to smile, though," Carson pointed out with a grin. "You showed all your cute little teeth and everything."

"Fuck you," Kurt grumbled, and Carson suddenly noticed that he had yet to be pushed angrily aside so that Kurt could get up. The other boy wasn't making any effort at all to move, actually, and it took Carson a few seconds to register that his brother's hands were actually resting gently on his arms. Kurt's ocean-blue eyes were staring up at him, the irritation they had previously contained slowly softening into a look of begrudging adoration.

"I hope you learned your lesson," said Carson haughtily as he locked eyes with Kurt. "Never stand between me and chocolate. It won't end well."

A brief, amused smile crossed Kurt's lips. "God, shut up," he said with a sigh, surging his lips up to press against Carson's. A sudden, glowing warmth began to spread from the tips of Carson's toes to the roots of his hair as he got over his surprise and began melting into the kiss, returning it with equal fervor.

He felt Kurt grab his waist and pull him down, closer to his body, and Carson brought one hand up to cup the side of his twin's face as the kiss grew more intense, the meshing of lips and teeth causing him to fully blank out on anything that might have been happening around him. All he knew was that he and Kurt were so very close, and it felt so fucking awesome, and…

The ringing of a phone jarred him rudely out of the moment, and their lips parted as Kurt looked up at him guiltily.

"It's me," he said sheepishly, contorting himself so that he could retrieve the ringing phone from his jeans pocket as Carson sat up to give him room.

"Hi, Sebastian," Kurt said into the phone as he slid it open, and Carson quickly looked away so that Kurt couldn't see the fury that he was sure was probably clouding his face at the moment. God fucking dammit. I don't know how much more of Sebastian I can take. It's like he fucking KNOWS when I'm in a good mood and he has to swoop in and ruin it in order to feel alive, or something.

He was so busy thinking dark thoughts about Sebastian, he didn't even realize that Kurt had eventually hung up the phone until his brother was getting up off the couch and removing his apron, setting it down on the coffee table and running his fingers through his hair in the nearest mirror.

"That was Sebastian," he said, stating the obvious as he primped himself. "He tried to get creative with the Jello shots and fucked up, so he needs my help."

"It's Jello mix and vodka, how fucking hard can it be?" Carson grumbled irritably. "Hasn't he ever heard of Google?"

"Hey," Kurt protested gently. "He's our friend. And he's being cool enough to bring them to the party, the least I can do is help him. Or else we might end up with terrible looking shots, and everyone will laugh at us."

"Heaven forbid, we wouldn't want precious Sebastian to be made fun of, no," Carson said sarcastically.

Kurt sighed and turned away from the mirror. "You are so dramatic, honey. I'll only be gone a few hours." He crossed over to the sofa and leaned down, using his finger to prop Carson's chin up and make him lock eyes with him. "You wanna pick up where we left off after I get back?" he whispered seductively, placing a firm kiss on Carson's lips, and Carson shivered in spite of how irritated he was.

"You should get going," he said as a non-response, clearing his throat pointedly. "Wouldn't want to keep Sebastian waiting. I have homework to do," he added. "Research and shit."

Kurt gave him a careful look and sighed, standing up and heading back to the kitchen, where Carson heard him putting the mixing bowl in the refrigerator. "I'll be back soon, Carsey!" he called out, and the sound of the door opening and closing echoed throughout the apartment as Carson was finally left alone.

He sat there on the couch for what felt like a very long time, letting his mind wander to some very unpleasant places. He imagined Kurt and Sebastian in Sebastian's fancy fucking kitchen, giggling over the pan of jello, getting all touchy feely, offering each other sips of the vodka. He imagined them both getting drunk enough to lose any inhibition, letting their hands wander more, Sebastian thinking he'd landed the ultimate prize as their lips inevitably met. He imagined Sebastian leading his brother to the bedroom, and then he tried to stop thinking about it, because he felt like he was going to go insane if he dwelled on it for one more minute. He grabbed a pillow off the side of the couch and buried his face in it, letting out a loud, forceful scream that was muffled almost entirely by the fabric surrounding him.

Fucking Sebastian is ruining my life again, and I can't deal with this, I can't, I don't have it in me.

He needed a distraction, and he needed it yesterday. Preferably a chemical distraction, the better to allow his brain to focus on something that wasn't the idea of Sebastian Smythe trying to seduce his brother.

He had to get out.

"Ok," said Kurt, wiping his hands on a dish towel and nodding approvingly as Sebastian placed the finished Jello shots in the fridge, to set until the party the next night. "We now officially have a well-mixed variety of shots to suit every palate and personality. Though, I'm pretty sure the rainbow ones will be the biggest hit."

"No way, it has to be the orange slice ones," Sebastian argued as he shut the fridge door and met Kurt's eye with a sly grin. "They're definitely the prettiest. And I'm not at all saying that just because they were your idea."

Kurt snorted. "Ok, those have the extra presentation factor, true. Not that I think a bunch of drunk students will much care about that."

"Well, fuck them," said Sebastian dismissively. "Those shots are fabulous."

"Yes," Kurt agreed. His eyes caught a glance of the digital clock above the stove, and he winced as he realized how late it had gotten without him realizing it. "Uuuuungh," he groaned. "I should probably be getting home."

"Oh," said Sebastian, sounding slightly disappointed. "Yeah, I guess it's late. Let me just get my coat and I'll drive you, ok?"

"You don't have to, Seb. I can walk," Kurt insisted.

"Yeah, you could, but it's late, and it's cold, and it's dark, and god only knows what kind of weirdos and perverts are running about on the streets right now," Sebastian replied as he opened a hall closet and grabbed a jacket out of it. "I'll feel better if I know you got home safe."

"Aaaaw," teased Kurt. "Well, I was never one to refuse good, old fashioned chivalry."

"Good," said Sebastian with a smile as he grabbed his keys. "Come with me then, fair gentleman." He opened the apartment door and held it, waving Kurt out with one hand as he bowed his head.

"You're a fucking dork," laughed Kurt as he walked through the open door.

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Sebastian as he stepped outside and shut the door behind him. "Now, let's get you home before your McQueen turns to rags."

They made their way outside and into Sebastian's car, Kurt shooting off a text to Carson on the way to let him know he was coming home. He received no reply for the duration of the drive, but decided that his twin was probably in the shower or something. Or had his ringer off.

"Home sweet home," Sebastian announced when they finally pulled up in front of Kurt's building. Kurt undid his seatbelt and put his phone in his pocket as he turned to smile at him.

"Thanks for the lift," he said gratefully, leaning over to give Sebastian a small hug. He thought he heard the other boy gulp slightly as he returned the embrace.

"Any time," Sebastian replied as he hugged him back. "Thank you for helping me with the shots. I would have fucked them all to hell."

Kurt giggled as he pulled away from the hug and smiled at him. "No trouble. I'll see you tomorrow night, yeah?"

Sebastian nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. 'See you then."

Kurt opened the car door and got out, waving as Sebastian pulled the car away and onto the road. He shivered in the cool night air, suddenly grateful that he hadn't had to walk, and headed for his flat.

"I'm home!" he announced when he reached it at last and swung the door open. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him and hanging his coat in the small hall closet. The place was unusually quiet. He didn't even hear the usual quiet tapping of computer keys as Carson worked on an assignment.

"Carson?" he called out, peeking into the kitchen before heading into the living room. He found Carson in there, stretched out on the couch with his eyes closed, clearly fast asleep. Kurt smiled to himself, walking closer so he could gaze down at his twin's sleeping face. He always loved how angelic Carson seemed when he wasn't awake, his features relaxed into an adorable, perfect face that showed no hints of the usual frown that was always present during his waking hours, even if it was only slightly.

Kurt gingerly sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning down and stroking Carson's hair as he watched him sleep. Carson made a noise deep in his throat, and Kurt thought, at first, that it was just an average sleep noise. It took him a moment to notice the fact that his brother kept doing it, his shoulders convulsing as a guttural noise eminated from his throat. Kurt's stomach dropped, his mind beginning to panic as it registered that something was wrong.

"Carson," he said, getting up and kneeling to Carson's level so he could shake him. "Carson, wake up….. Carson!" he repeated, his voice getting increasingly loud as he was unable to make Carson respond to him, all the while his twin was making that awful choking noise.

Oh god, what if he IS choking? Kurt thought, in full blown panic mode now as he shook Carson harder and desperately tried to wake him up.

"Carson!" he cried out, tears starting to fall as desperation set in. "Carson, oh god, wake up!" He acted as quickly as possible, recalling all the first aid lessons he'd ever received in health class, and turned his brother over on his side. Carson seemed to finally respond to all the screaming and shaking, his face scrunching up as he leaned forward and vomited on the hard, wooden floor.

Kurt paused as he witnessed this scene, tears streaking his face as he silently thanked whatever was responsible for Carson's response. "Carson," he whispered, carefully reaching out to touch his brother's shoulder as Carson seemed to finally realize he was awake, making a face when he tasted the vomit in his mouth.

"Uuuugh," Carson groaned, flopping back onto the couch with a pained expression. "Fucking gross."

Relief flooded through Kurt as he rushed forward, wrapping Carson in a tight hug, heedless of the smell of vomit that clung to him. "Carson, oh my god, are you ok?" he asked tearfully, his mind refusing to entertain the thought of what might have happened if he'd arrived home any later.

"Ugh, Kurt, I'm fine, you're squishing me," Carson complained, and Kurt lessened his grip a bit while still refusing to let go.

"You should have told me if you were feeling sick," Kurt admonished him. "I would have stayed home."

"M'not sick," mumbled Carson weakly as he curled up on the couch in exhaustion. "Took too much, not sick."

His words were a trigger for Kurt to finally pull away, his eyes steely as he looked into Carson's face and began to put the pieces together. "What did you take?" he asked firmly.

"Just a bit," replied Carson, rubbing his face with his hand. "Just wanted to get a little high, ugh, but it was shit, it didn't work."

Anger quickly replaced the relief and leftover panic inside of Kurt as he suddenly realized exactly what had happened. Carson had taken too much of some fucking drug and passed out. And, apparently, had almost choked on his own vomit in the process.

If I'd come home any later….

"Carson, I can't believe you!" he exclaimed furiously as he stood up and glared down at his brother, who was holding his head in pain at the sudden loud noise. "Are you fucking stupid? What the hell did you take? You know what, I don't even want to know. How could you be such an idiot?"

"Stop yelling at me," Carson shouted back weakly.

"I will yell at you all I want, you could have fucking died, Carson!" shrieked Kurt, feeling nothing but blind fury. "You were fucking choking and you could have died. What would have happened if I hadn't gotten home in time to help you, huh?"

Carson glared up at him. "I don't know, Kurt, I guess probably Sebastian would have been waiting in the wings to comfort you for your loss."

"Don't drag Sebastian into this, Carson, this is about you. About us," Kurt added angrily. "It's about how you don't have even the slightest consideration for others, and even worse, you have none for yourself."

"Isn't it about Sebastian, though?" retorted Carson. "I need drugs just to cope with him constantly being around."

"God, what is your fucking problem with Sebastian?" shouted Kurt. "He's our friend."

Carson let out a rueful laugh. "Oh yeah, sure, he's such a friend," he said spitefully. "Such a friend, he eye fucks you every chance he gets and has probably already planned the fucking wedding. But yeah, I'm sure he totally sees you as a friend."

"He is my friend!" Kurt insisted, even if something about Carson's words made him slightly uncomfortable, and not just because he was pissed. "Nothing more than that."

"Really? Are you sure of that? You're constantly hanging out with him. Every time I turn around, there's Chipmunk Teeth all up in your ass," spat Carson. "Besides, the last time you were just friends with Sebastian, I seem to recall that you sucked his dick in front of everyone we knew."

"Oh my fucking god, Carson, that was years ago, I can't believe you're still bringing that up!" yelled Kurt, beyond pissed off now. "That was a mistake, I regretted it, and I've been fucking paying for it ever since, so don't try to throw that in my face when the real issue here is that you don't give a shit about anyone but yourself! And I doubt you even care about that."

"I care enough to have made some changes and cut out some of my worst habits, if you care. And you're seriously telling me you don't think of Sebastian as anything but a friend?" said Carson calmly. "Not even a little. Just super bestest friendsies all the way."

Kurt hesitated only a second before he glared at Carson and crossed his arms angrily. "Not that my friendship with Sebastian is any of your goddamn business, but no."

"Ok, you know what, I'm done with this conversation," muttered Carson as he stumbled to his feet, swaying a bit, and Kurt fought the urge to help him steady himself. "I have to shower and clean up all this shit."

"Fuck you, Carson!" Kurt screamed as Carson staggered away from him. Tears pricked at his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He was too angry to cry. All he wanted to do was go to bed.

In the guest room.

The next day was awkward and tense between the boys, to say the least. Kurt was pissed and refusing to speak to him, and even though Carson did feel slightly guilty about making Kurt worry the night before, he was mostly still pissed off. What right did Kurt have to bitch about Carson not having any consideration for him, when he was constantly spending huge amounts of time hanging around the same guy who had ruined their relationship the first time? Such as it had been, anyway.

And, well. Maybe he was still being slightly unfair, since it wasn't like he and Kurt had an official thing going on right now, either.

But I've been trying. I've been getting there. It's taken a lot of time, but I was getting there.

Ok, so he was pissed off and confused.

The planned party, however, didn't care about his feelings, so by the time it began that night, he was determined to at least try to enjoy himself. He even counted it as a small miracle that Sebastian had arrived slightly after a bunch of other people, meaning that Carson hadn't had to deal with it being just the three of them in the apartment, which would have been awkward as fuck after last night.

Maybe Kurt would have loosened up enough afterwards for them to, sort of, forget the fight had even happened. Maybe.

Apparently, Kurt's plan seemed to go a bit beyond "loosening up," because he had started drinking almost as soon as the first guest arrived, and hadn't stopped since.

"I feel alive!" he shouted gleefully somewhere around the party's third hour, a bottle of vodka swinging from one hand as he danced around in clumsy, staggering circles. Carson caught a glimpse of Sebastian watching him with amusement, and the familiar jealousy started brewing within him as he grabbed a Jello shot to deal with it.

"Great party, Carson," said Hayley as she sidled up to him, red cup in hand, and patted him on the arm. "M'so drunk. Anyone... innyone ever tell you that you have, like, super awesome muscles? Cause damn."

Carson ignored her, focusing all his attention on Kurt, who was swinging the now empty vodka bottle around lazily, humming under his breath as Sebastian said something to him that made him giggle and wrap his arms slackly around the other boy's neck. Of course when he gets drunk the first thing he does is hang all over Sebastian. Why am I not even surprised?

He watched as his brother abruptly let go of Sebastian and climbed onto the coffee table, staggering around for a minute as he had difficulty keeping his balance. "Hey… hey ever...everyone, I'mma….I'mma do a thing that's gonna fucking freak you out," Kurt announced to the room, his words slurring together as he struggled not to fall. "I'mma climb that chandelier."

Considering that they didn't have a chandelier, Carson was instantly alarmed and watched, horrified, as Kurt tried bending his knees to grab at an invisible chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He shoved his drink cup at Hayley and took off across the room, arriving at the coffee table just in time to catch his falling twin, who landed in his arms with a giggle.

"I climbed the chandelier," Kurt said with a snort as Carson tried to keep him upright. He was starting to get worried, if he was being truthful with himself. He'd never seen Kurt this drunk before, and the indication that his brother didn't appear to have any immediate plans to stop drinking made him imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios.

"Kurt, I think maybe you've had enough to drink," said Carson as he led his brother over to the couch, Sebastian right behind them. "Why don't you sit down, hmm?"

Kurt gave him an unfocused glare and yanked himself away as best he could. "Fuck off, Crewson," he ordered him drunkenly. "I don't hafta listen to you, or… or nothin'." He pointed a finger at Carson, as if accusing him of something, before stumbling back over to the liquor table and pouring himself another drink, a lot of which ended up on the table and not in the cup.

Carson sighed and gave up. If Kurt wanted to get stupidly drunk and have the mother of all hangovers in the morning, he could be his guest. It wasn't like much could happen to him when he was already at home. Hell, Carson figured he should probably record as much of his brother's drunken antics on video as he could. It was a big brother's job, after all, to make sure his little brother was properly embarrassed to death after a night of bad decisions. It could be one of those things they still laughed about when they were old and gray, long after their fight had been forgotten. He pulled out his phone and activated the videocamera as Kurt grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and started waltzing with it.

"IIIIIII knooooow you, I something something once upon a dreeeeeam," Kurt sang sweetly to the pillow as the people around him giggled at the sight. Carson spent the better part of an hour letting his phone capture every moment as Kurt kept right on drinking, his drunkenness increasing to the point where he was barely making any sense as various people tried to engage him in conversation.

"Like… you know, he, like… hardly ever likes to cuddle me after sex, and I'm just like…. the fuck….the fuck?" he slurred, actual tears streaming down his face, in response to one of his friends, who had asked a completely unrelated question and looked extremely uncomfortable. "Bitch I know you love me, stop… stop being a shitheel about it, you know, just, ugh…" he trailed off, giving his unfortunate friend what appeared to be meant as a slap, but which couldn't have been more than a light tap, at the most.

Carson shook his head and watched through his camera screen as Sebastian approached Kurt once again, whose emotions seemingly turned on a dime as he gave him a big grin and threw himself at him.

"Sebbyyyy," he crooned. "Sebby liked to cuddle, didn't you…. uuugh, Seb… Seburdom, you don't smell nice," he added, his face suddenly contorting, as if he were going to be sick. "I don't feel good."

Sebastian looked alarmed. "Are you going to be sick?"

"I don't… I… ugh," Kurt groaned, going slack as Sebastian caught him and held him upright.

"Kurt… Kurt, babe, you're drunk, ok? Can you hear me?" Sebastian asked worriedly.

"Pancakes," replied Kurt, as Carson let out an amused snort.

"What?" asked Sebastian, confused.

"Rachel can't have the solo, fuck her," Kurt replied in a murmur as Sebastian lost his grip even further because Kurt was clearly about to pass out.

"Kurt… Kur... Kurt, can you hear me?" he asked again, shaking Kurt a little. "Kurt? Kurt, you're going to pass out, we have to get you into…. Kurt? Kurt!" Sebastian glanced around the room, his eyes locking on Carson's as he waved him over. Carson rolled his eyes and crossed the room, phone securely in hand. He might as well film everything, for posterity's sake.

"You rang?" he said dryly over the music blasting from the speakers as he approached Sebastian and his nearly unconscious twin.

"He's too drunk, we have to get him into a cold shower," Sebastian said. "Could you… for fuck's sake, why are you filming me?"

"I'm not filming you, I'm filming him," Carson replied, indicating Kurt. "He's never been this drunk off his ass before, it's going to be hilarious when he's sober again."

"Don't you think it's a little inconsiderate to be filming him like this?" asked Sebastian irritably as his grip on Kurt slipped.

"No, not really," said Carson. "I've been filmed high on shrooms, it doesn't really get worse than that. This is quaint by comparison."

Sebastian sighed. "Can you stop being a dick for five minutes and help me get him into the bathtub? I'm fucking serious, he needs cold water, he's like two seconds away from losing consciousness."

"And I think he'll be fine," Carson argued. "All you want is to see him wet. Besides, he doesn't want help, he told me to fuck off earlier."

"Ugh, fine, fuck it, I'll do it myself," Sebastian snapped in frustration. He placed his hands under Kurt's arms and clasped them around his chest, trying his best to drag the other boy's dead and weight in the direction of the bathroom as Carson followed behind him, filming every second. It took about ten minutes for Sebastian to successfully drag Kurt into the bathroom and plop him into the tub, by which point Carson was, admittedly, just a little bit worried about what was going to happen when Kurt felt the cold water hit him.

"Will you stop fucking filming?" Sebastian snapped as he fumbled with the water taps.

"Will you just fuck off?" retorted Carson. He watched as Sebastian angled the shower head and successfully got the water started. Drops of cold water began descending on Kurt, whose eyes shot open as he screamed and flailed.

"Aaaaaaagh," he shrieked, trying desperately to climb out of the tub as Sebastian held him in place.

"I know it's cold, Kurt, I know, I'm so sorry," Sebastian apologized. "It's for your own good."

"Let me out!" Kurt yelled, beginning to whimper as he struggled against Sebastian's grip. "Let me out, it hurts, let me out now!"

"Just for another minute, Kurt, I promise," Sebastian replied, his voice shaking.

"I don't feel good," Kurt cried. His eyes caught a glimpse of Carson and he flailed his limbs more, as if he were trying to throw himself at him. "Carson, he's trying to drown me," he whimpered pathetically, his lips forming an unhappy pout. "Help me!"

Sebastian had apparently decided that the water had done its job and turned the tap off, leaving Kurt sitting in the bathtub, soaked through to the bone and letting out small, anguished cries.

"I'm freezing," he sobbed.

"Shhh, babe, I know," Sebastian soothed as he stroked Kurt's hair. The sound of him referring to his twin as "babe" almost made Carson want to shove the camera up his ass. No one calls him babe but me, asshole.

Sebastian finally seemed to remember that Carson was in the room. "I have to go get him a towel," he said. "Stay with him and don't be a shithead." He made his exit and Carson cautiously approached the tub, where Kurt fixed him with a look that wasn't entirely unlike that of a kicked puppy.

"I'm cold," he complained. "You let him drown me," he added accusingly.

Carson sighed, not sure how to answer that one. Kurt's eyes roamed the bathroom, catching on something sitting on the nearby sink, which turned out to be someone's abandoned drink. "Gimme that!" he demanded, pointing to it eagerly.

"You don't need-"

"GIMME IT."

Carson sighed. Whatever. A little bit more won't kill him. He took hold of the cup and handed it to Kurt, who couldn't quite manage to hold it himself, so Carson helped him, holding it up to his mouth while he drank. It was actually sort of comical, the way his twin downed almost all of it in one gulp and then let out a gigantic belch, and Carson couldn't fucking wait to show him that part of the video later.

"Oh my fucking god," said Sebastian, who had returned with the towel and looked boiling mad as he took in the scene in front of him. "You are the absolute worst, Carson. I leave you alone with him for two minutes and you give him more alcohol? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Carson stood and met Sebastian's anger-filled green eyes with his own, resolute blue ones. "Here comes Sebastian to be the big hero," he said mockingly, not bothering to defend himself. "Bet you're eating this up, having Kurt needing you, huh?"

Sebastian glared at him. "Turn that camera off. I have to take care of my… my friend."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"Turn it off NOW," Sebastian ordered firmly. "Your brother is drunk and vulnerable, and filming him like this makes you an asshole. I'm not going to let you do it. Turn. It. Off."

Carson considered arguing, but decided it wasn't worth it. He turned the phone off and shoved it back in his pocket as Sebastian gave him one more glare and turned his attention to Kurt. He took in the sight of Kurt being carefully wrapped in the towel by Sebastian, who was whispering encouraging things into his ear as he helped him out of the tub, and something inside suddenly hurt like hell.

He left the bathroom, spending the rest of the party sitting in the corner of the living room with his laptop, watching everybody else enjoy themselves. He got back up only once, to peek in on Kurt in the bedroom, and he instantly wished he hadn't. His brother had been curled up in a ball, wearing pajamas that Sebastian had clearly helped him into, while Sebastian himself lay beside him on his side and watched him sleep. It would have looked sweet if it didn't make Carson feel so ill.

Ugh. This is just another incident of bullshit to add to the pile. After the weekend everything will probably go back to normal. Kurt will forget the fight, we'll have a good laugh about how drunk he got, and everything will be fine.

Speaking of which…

He settled back down with his laptop, plugging in his phone and transferring the various video parts he had captured throughout the night. He opened them in a video editor, laughing to himself as he edited them together, leaving out the majority of the parts that heavily featured Sebastian. He added music and special effects sounds as the party died down around him, his focus entirely concentrated on making a video suitable for Youtube.

Kurt's gonna be so embarrassed when he sees himself on this thing, oh my god. It's my duty as his older brother to make sure he never lives this down.

We'll be ok. Sebastian will fuck off, and we'll be alright.