Oh yeah, 'cause Blaine was such a light weight.

In many ways, Blaine was just adorable when drunk. He was just like a puppy or something. He was always full of energy and always wanted to cuddle. But just like a puppy, he got annoying after a while; constantly looking for attention and always making a mess.

“But Kuuurt, we've just gotta rent the suite!” Blaine begged, latching onto Kurt.

“Honey, we can't afford it,” Kurt sighed.

“But it's the lovers suite!” Blaine said excitedly. “And we're lovers,” he whispered hotly into his ear, giving his butt a squeeze.

Kurt squeaked. “You can't grope me in public!” he hissed.

“But's it's so fun!” Blaine whimpered, dropping his head onto his husband's shoulder circa 2011. “And you're so sexy,” he breathed.

Kurt pried Blaine off his shoulder. “We should not have picked Vegas as our honeymoon spot. Why couldn't we be like normal couples and go somewhere tropical?”

“'Cause we're the Hummel-Anderson's!” Blaine screamed, jumping onto the edge of the beautiful fountain in the middle of the hotel lobby.

“Blaine! Get down from there!” Kurt hissed. “You promised to stop jumping on the furniture!”

“Not in the vows, sweetheart!” he yelled. “Attention people of Las Vegas! My name is Blaine Hummel-Anderson,” he put emphasis on Kurt's last name. “And I am totally and completely in love with Kurt Hummel-Anderson,” this time he put emphasis on his own last name before shooting Kurt a charming (albeit heavily intoxicated) grin. Kurt had to admit, it really made him swoon a little just how proud Blaine was to have him...

And then he fell backwards into the fountain.

Kurt laughed. “Oh, Blaine!” he shrieked, running over to the fountain to help his husband out.

Blaine trudged out of the fountain blearily. “What am I doing?”

“Oh, honey, let's get you to bed,” Kurt sighed with a fond smile.

“Lovers suite?” Blaine waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Anything to get you to stop making a fool of yourself.”