The reason he was throwing a fit is because Kurt‘s host parents had taken him aside after dinner to discuss how you should “always practice safe sex”, actually they had said “always do safe sex”. Their English was not quite up to par.

Apparently Kurt had been spending a lot of time over at Blaine’s place so they had drawn the assumption that they were an item. Kurt had been, and not for the first time today; completely mortified.

Kurt managed to get out of that conversation just as they were going to show him the proper use of condoms.

“Once again you find my embarrassment funny, I’m glad that I can entertain you”

“Once again?” Santana asked, of course she had to pick up on that, great.

Kurt shot Blaine a look as if to say “Do not say a word about it or i will strangle you in your sleep”
Blaine just gave him a knowing smile and answered “Kurt has nightmares Santana”

Could this day get anymore humiliating? Kurt thought as he let his head fall to the counter, suddenly he just wanted to drink until he couldn’t remember his own name.

“Don’t worry Kurt” Santana said almost soothingly “I can’t decipher your code talk, so I have no idea what
you’re going on about”

It’s true; Kurt and Blaine tended to talk in riddles. He smiled to himself as he thought of how close they were. Kurt had never had a friend like Blaine. It felt… nice.
Sure there was the sexual tension that had Kurt
everything from gnawing his skin with frustration and of course he was hopelessly in love with him. But Kurt had something with Blaine that he had never had with anyone else; complete and utter trust. Even though they had only known each other for about 3 months, Kurt felt sure that he could always come to Blaine with whatever problem he had. Well except for the problem he had had this morning.

“So what did you tell them?” Blaine asked as he handed each of them a beer.

Kurt brought the beer to his lips and took 3 large sips and just took a moment to savour the taste before he answered Blaine

“I foresaw that the situation would be even more awkward if I were to correct them so I just sat there diligently and let them think we were having awesome gay sex. “

Kurt told Blaine off handily. Couldn’t they talk about something else? Sex seemed to be a large part of their discussions today and it was making Kurt uncomfortable.

“Oh so you think that I have to go over there anytime soon and introduce me as your boyfriend?” Blaine asked casually, as if it didn’t make Kurt’s stomach do somersault’s.

But Kurt had to match casual with casual so he answered simply:

“Nah let’s just keep it ‘friends with benefits’ we would never work as boyfriends” The statement made Kurt die a little inside but he acted as if it had no effect on him as he lid himself another cigarette coolly.

But Blaine did not take it coolly, he just looked into Kurt’s eyes for a long moment. Kurt felt an unbearable urge to look away but he just got so lost in his eyes. A full minute passed until Blaine finally broke their eye contact and said

“I think it work go just fine”

And Kurt‘s heart skipped a beat.

What could he possibly respond to that? Especially when Santana was sitting right beside him, looking between the two of them in a curious manner.

It was she who spoke first.

�You guy‘s this is all a moot point“ she said as she turned to look at Blaine �Kurt‘s way out of your league Blaine“

Oh good they got the friendly banter going again. Blaine just laughed simply at Santana’s remark and said

“Yeah, I can’t argue with that”

After that they fell into easy conversation about everything between heaven and earth. They talked about random childhood memories and somehow ended up sharing stories about the first time each of them realized they were gay.

After about two hours of chain smoking and 4-5 beers each; they were completely and totally smashed.
Somehow and don’t ask how Santana ended up dancing on the bars empty dance floor

And in there smashing drunkenness Kurt and Santana were grinding on the empty dance floor to Bad Girls by M.I.A.
Kurt was more drunk than he had ever been in his short life. Sure he had tasted alcohol here and there; a wine glass at the bar, a beer at a party and on some other occasions that he couldn’t remember.

But at his current state the whole dance floor was spinning wonderfully, his head felt pleasantly light but heavy at the same time. His tongue was loose and so was his whole body and mind.

But, even in his haze Kurt noticed Blaine, leaning up against the bar counter and looking at him as he was something to eat.

Yes. Tonight was definitely the night.

BPOW

Tonight was clearly not the night.

Kurt was way to smashed. That‘s not to say that Blaine himself wasn‘t drunk, just not... as drunk. Still, what else could you expect from a boy who had never had more than a couple of beers in his life and then suddenly tried to keep up with a girl from Manchester and a boy that learned to drink from Icelanders.

But Blaine would be lying thought if he said that he wasn‘t enjoying drunken Kurt, especially how loose he was in this state. The way he was moving was to hot to be legal, did he not have any joints in his hips? How the hell could he move like that?

Images of Kurt riding him flooded Blaine’s mind, of Kurt above him; gripping his hair with one hand while supporting himself on Blaine’s chest with another while he ground his ass on Blaine’s hard cock.

Okay no he needed to stop this; Kurt didn’t need his best friend perving on him. But Blaine didn’t feel too guilty though; he had seen Kurt looking at him with the same hungry eyes. He had seen Kurt observing him when he thought Blaine wasn’t watching.

Why did their relationship so confusing?
Were they dating in some weird form?
Where they just really close friends?
Were they exclusive?

These were the questions that ran through Blaine’s mind frequently.

He just felt so confused about all of this and the alcohol wasn’t helping him sort through it.
But one thing he did know for a fact. He really liked Kurt and he had to do something about it otherwise he would regret it forever.

He just felt to shy to do express his feeling, he was too scared that Kurt didn’t feel the same way, that he only wanted his body not anything more.
He sometimes toyed with telling Kurt how he felt about there relationship or how he felt for him in Icelandic, but now that Kurt was getting better at understanding, Blaine had started using harder and more uncommon words to describe to him just how he wanted to kiss him or how much he cared for him or how he wanted to make love to him.

Back to the present; the present where Kurt and Santana were now facing each other and had somehow managed to get even dirtier.

Blaine just continued to watch in amazement as Kurt made circle motions with his hips until his ass almost touched the floor and then back up again.
How the hell did he do that?

Fuck, he could not get an erection now, not when he was wearing these pants.
And so Blaine spent the next few minuets looking down and willing his erection to subside.

Some time passed and Blaine suddenly realized that the song had stopped and Kurt and Santana were giving away that was some sort sounds that sounded like a mix of laughter, giggles and words as they neared Blaine.

“That was just awesome” Kurt slurred.

“Yeah you looked like you were having a…um… nice time up there” Blaine responded almost awkwardly as he gestured to the dance floor with the hand he was holding his beer in while the other ran through his hair.

“Oi! Lads gotta take a wiz and then I’m off, I just got this rather interesting text from a girl who I met this weekend, and were gonna meet up” Santana said in her almost in understandable accent, alcohol tended to
accentuate her accent.

“You two don’t get up to anything dirty while I’m gone yeah?” She said as she pointed an accusing finger between them.

“How could anything seem dirty now after your guys’ display on the dance floor just a few minuets ago?” Blaine pointed out as he looked at Santana with questioning eyes.

Santana simply smirked and answered;

“Oh I’m sure you could come up with something”

And so she disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving Blaine and Kurt standing there; drunk and even drunker.

“Why is the silence suddenly awkward?” Kurt said

Yeah why was the silence so awkward? Was it because the moment was just structured that way or was it because of the tense and head achingly frustrating sexual tension that seemed magnified by the alcohol?

Blaine was guessing the latter.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea, he didn’t know if it was in reality stupid and that the alcohol was just telling him that it made perfect sense or if it really was just a fucking brilliant idea that would solve all there ‘problems’”

He had just opened his mouth to tell Kurt about his idea when Santana came out of the bathroom, looking fresher than she had a few minutes ago.

“Looking pretty for someone Santana?” Kurt asked in a teasing tone.

“Shut your trap American boy” Santana replied in mock seriousness “I’m just trying to make a good impression”

“Sorry to break it to you Santana but a two inch hemline doesn’t exactly make a good impression” Blaine said. It had appeared as Santana had decided to forgo her modest skirt and pull down the long tank top that she was wearing.

“Oh common, if you could pull of a two inch hemline like I do you, you would without a doubt take advantage of it. Besides males and females have different ways of showing off their best assets” Santana pointed out as she fixed her lipstick in the mirror above the DJ set.

“Blaine here for example is wearing a t-shirt that ‘oh so subtly shows of the tenth grader chest hair thing you have going on, and Kurt you decide to paint your pants on to spare the trouble of getting out of them later, you catch my drift?”

And so she left out the door with a wink over her shoulder as a goodbye, leaving Blaine and Kurt looking after her with their jaws slightly ajar.

“She has a point you know” Blaine finally said “Your pants are absurdly tight”

“Oh hush don’t act like you haven’t been enjoying it all night” Kurt said and then added “Common let’s take a shot, a couple of beers to take over to your place, I’m bored with this.

Blaine thought about it for a second but when he looked at his almost stumbling friend he thought better of it, Kurt did not need more alcohol.

“Oh no,no,no,no. Common let’s just have some water instead”

“Blaine don’t be such a party pooper!” Kurt wined as Blaine handed him a big glass of water.

“Kurt just please do this for me, i want to talk to you about something and i rather you’d be conscious. I tell you what; I’ll take two beers with me and if you finish that glass of water, then when we get to the apartment we can open them, deal?”

Kurt looked rather displeased but agreed.

While he finished his glass of water and then some (turns out he was ‘like really, really thirsty’) Blaine took two beers out of the refrigerator, grabbed a new cigarette pack out of the second drawer to the left and got there coats and things of the hanger by the door.

When Blaine turned to face Kurt he was sitting on a bar stool by the counter looking very content, swaying back and forth to music that was clearly playing in his own head. He looked like a child, Blaine just wanted to pick him up and hug him until his eyes would pop out. It wasn’t very romantic but he just looked so cute that Blaine felt an overwhelming urge to just...squeeze him.

But instead he said in a soothing voice as if he were talking to a tired five year old “Ready to go?” Kurt opened his eyes and gave Blaine a heart warming smile, the kind of smile that you felt all the way down to your toes.

“No” he said, smile still in place.

“No? what do you need?”

“I really, really, really need to pee” Kurt said calmly but he still just sat on the stool and made no move towards the bathroom.

“...do you want me to help you?” Blaine asked hesitantly. It’s not that he wouldn’t be totally cool with it, it didn’t weird him out at all but he knew that Kurt wasn’t that drunk.

“No silly, i can doing it myself and have been doing for about 16 years now as a matter of fact!” Kurt exclaimed proudly as he strutted/staggered to the bathroom, his head held high.

While Blaine waited he thought about how he was going to tell Kurt about his idea. Although he could feel his courage decreasing along with the alcohol percentage level so he made a mental note to remedy that as soon as they got to his apartment.

Just as Blaine filed that away Kurt came out of the bathroom, a smile still plastered on his lips, his plump pink lips that would look so good rapped around Blaine's-
No, no Blaine scolded himself, he couldn't get sidetracked like that, the main thing now was to get Kurt home.

And so he helped Kurt put his coat on, not because he was to drunk to do it himself but just because he wanted to be a gentleman, as a matter of fact Kurt did the same for Blaine.

As they stepped out of the bar the cold air assaulted them, they both readjusted there scarves and held there jackets closer to their chests and with the hand that wasn’t holding his jacked Kurt offered to Blaine, which he gladly took.

They walked briskly to Blaine’s apartment and were there within three minuets. Kurt did not hang his jacked up or line his shoes up perfectly as he usually did but rather decided to follow Blaine’s example and just throw his shoes where hey may land and slung his jacked over the nearest chair.

They were quiet as they made their way to the couch. They sat down and their hands met again.

After a few seconds of gathering his courage Blaine decided that now was as good a time as any.
He took a deep breath before he let the words rush out.

“So Kurt I was thinking about that whole ‘Friends with Benefits’ thing”