“I’m sorry, Blaine. I should have done more…”

“You should have done something, I needed to know someone was on my side, and you never gave me that.” Blaine whispered.

“I know, and I hate myself for it. Please, at least give me a chance to make things right.” Mrs. Anderson said laying her hand on Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine shrugged it off, “I’ll try… I can’t promise anything else… but I’ll try.”

Kurt was not looking forward to yet another assembly in front of the school, something always seemed to happen at them. Add to that the fact that they were supposed to sing a song about the dangers of alcohol, he knew it wasn’t going to raise their popularity.

To make matters worse the other kids had decided to throw a party at Rachel’s this weekend. With Puck involved he knew there will be alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol.
Kurt wasn’t sure how he felt about that, the last time, well and the first time really, he was drunk he had puked all over Ms. Pillsbury’s shoes. The grounding he received made him feel almost as bad, along with the disappointed looks from his father that accompanied it. On the other hand, wasn’t drinking a parties part of the high school experience. What harm could really come, as long as they were responsible and didn’t drive?

Wednesday night found Blaine and Kurt sitting in his room after school, trying to study, but distracted by each other. What fun was studying, when they could talk and kiss? Kurt looked up from his math book again, and asked Blaine, “What would you think about going to a party at Rachel’s this weekend?”

“Sounds fun.” Blaine replied simply.

“Even if there is drinking?” Kurt added embarrassed.

Blaine took a moment to think, he had never really been to that kind of party. Before he moved to Dalton, he was never invited, and after, well the Warblers were too into following the rules to throw drunken parties. “I don’t know, could be fun I guess. What do you think?” Blaine finally replied, by not replying.

“I don’t think I hold my alcohol to well…” Kurt began.
“You’ve been drunk?” Blaine interrupted.

Kurt explained all about April Rhodes and trying for a little bit of liquid courage. “It was awful, but I don’t know…”

“We could take care of each other; make sure that we stay safe. If you want to, I’m in.”

In the end they decided to be normal teenagers for once and go to the party, act a little stupid. They planned everything Blaine’s cover story was he was staying at David’s, Finn at Puck’s and Kurt was having a slumber party with the girls at Rachel’s.

By the time Saturday rolled around again, Blaine’s parents were again out of town, finishing their abandoned business trip. (Things with his father had been strained, but no more harsh words had been said once he returned from the hospital.) Burt was eager to have an evening alone with Carole, and all three boys were driving to Rachel’s house for what they hoped was mindless fun.

When they showed up though, it looked like it was shaping up to be a dull evening. Kurt and Blaine, walked downstairs excited, as this would be Blaine’s first real time to hang out with the New Directions. The sight that met them was a room full of people, desperately trying to think of an excuse to leave, as Rachel explained her two drink coupon rules.

Puck, not to anyone’s surprise saved the party by convincing Rachel to break into her fathers’ liquor cabinet. This is what led to Blaine and Kurt huddled in the corner, making out oblivious to the presence of the New Directions. Even with the alcohol coursing through their veins, they were pretty tame, kissing and groping only above the waist, still it was a show the other Glee members hadn’t expected.

This lasted until Rachel started singing Karaoke. Normally, Kurt believed there was never an excuse for Karaoke, but it just seemed like such a great idea then. “Sing with me,” he said pulling away from Blaine’s lips.

“But I was having so much fun kissing you.” Blaine pouted.

Kurt gave Blaine such big puppy dog eyes, and pouted his lips saying, “Please Blaine, I really want to sing with you, please, please, please!”

Blaine’s heart melted, “Anything for you Kurtie,” he said grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the Karaoke CD’s.

They looked through the various tracks to choose from until one jumped out at the pair. Both their eyebrows shot up, and they began to giggle knowing they had chosen.
Once they pulled Rachel off the stage, they each grabbed a bedazzled mike and waited for the track to start playing.

They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
Babe

I got you babe
I got you babe

They say our love won't pay the rent
Before it's earned, our money's all been spent
I guess that's so, we don't have a pot
But at least I'm sure of all the things we got
Babe

I got you babe
I got you babe

I got flowers in the spring
I got you to wear my ring
And when I'm sad, you're a clown
And if I get scared, you're always around

Don't let them say your hair's too long
'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong
Then put your little hand in mine
There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb
Babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so

I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe
I got you babe

The rest of the New Directions cheered drunkenly as the couple fell into another long sloppy kiss. Just as they were coming down from the stage, Kurt’s stomach lurched. “Blaine… I don’t feel so good.” He exclaimed.

Blaine looked over at his boyfriend and noticed he was much paler than normal. He rushed to his side and raced him as quickly as they could go in their current state to the bathroom. Blaine had barely shut the door and steered Kurt to the toilet before Kurt began losing the contents of his stomach. Blaine tried his best to sooth the poor boy beside him, but with Kurt crouched the way he was all he could do was run his fingers through his hair and rub gentle circles on his back.

Once Kurt was finished he sat back against Blaine and mumbled, “I hate throwing up.”

Blaine felt even worse when he saw tears in Kurt’s eyes, “I’m sorry baby, it will be okay, I’m here. I’ve got you. I told you we would take care of each other.”

“I’m sorry I ruined your night.” Kurt whispered placing his hands over Blaine’s arms which were wrapped around his shoulders.

Blaine soothed him, “My night is never ruined, as long as I am with you.”

Then a pounding at the door shattered the comforting moment. “Hey, no getting it on in the bathroom, I gotta piss,” Pucks voice yelled through the door.

Reluctantly the boys stood, trying desperately to steady each other. “Puck, get your head out of the gutter,” Kurt snapped at the door. “ I was sick, just give me a minute.”

Blaine then helped Kurt rinse out his mouth and wash his face, before they returned to the basement. The party was still in full swing, but neither boy felt like partying anymore. They approached Rachel who was trying to grope Finn.

“Hey Rachel,” Blaine said uncomfortably, “Kurt’s sick, where can I take him to lay down?”

Rachel seemed to try to focus on the two boys, “Blaine Warbler… um, you can take him to the guest room, it’s next to mine, Kurt knows the way.” She seemed to think for a minute, be for slurring “But no sex… no gay sex in my house, no straight sex either. Just no sex in the Berry home tonight… got it.”

Blaine nodded his head, which was turning bright red at the thought. The two boys made their way to the guest room, and Blaine lead Kurt to the bed laying him down gently.

“Don’t leave me.” Kurt whined as Blaine stood up.

“I’m not, I’m just going to get a wash cloth, I’ll be right back.” He had barely made it to the adjoining bath room when he heard Kurt whimper. “Are you alright Kurt?” He called.

“The room is spinning Blaine, the world is spinning. I don’t like it.” Kurt cried.

Blaine rushed back to the bed and cradled Kurt in his arms. “Hey, I’ve got you. Open your eyes Kurt and look at me.”

“I can’t Blaine, I can’t see you, you’re too blurry.”
So Blaine laid down in the bed beside Kurt, pulled him close so their heads were inches apart. “Look at me, I’m right here.” He whispered. “I’m holding you, you’re safe. Everything is okay.”

Kurt nodded, hardly moving his head. “Just don’t let go Blaine. I’m scared, I don’t like this feeling.” Tears started leaking from Kurt’s eyes again. “I don’t like this party anymore,” he said, his voice catching.

“I’m here, don’t cry Kurt. I’m here.” Blaine kept repeating these words to Kurt until he began to calm down. Then he began singing softly in his ear.

I can only give you love that lasts forever
And a promise to be near each time you call,
And the only heart I own
For you and you alone,
That's all, that's all.

I can only give you country walks in springtime
And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall,
And a love whose burning light
Will warm the winter night,
That's all, that's all.

There are those, I am sure, that have told you
They would give you the world for a toy.
All I have are these arms to enfold you
And a love time can never destroy

If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,
You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.
Say it's me that you'll adore
For now and ever more,
That's all, that's all.

Soon Kurt was asleep, lulled by Blaine’s voice. Blaine leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “I love you, Kurt,” before following his boyfriend to dreamland.

When Kurt woke up the next morning, he was pleased to find Blaine still in the bed with him, arms encircled around each other. He thought back to the night before, he had been drunk enough to get sick, but not so drunk he didn’t remember everything. He remembered Blaine comforting him, and singing him to sleep as song he had never heard before. He really hoped that Blaine meant the words he sang. Just the thought that he might was enough to make his pulse quicken. As Kurt shifted positions, another wave of nausea overcame him. He valiantly extracted himself from Blaine’s arms and raced to the bathroom. The movement awoke Blaine, who heard his boyfriend getting sick again.

“Kurt, honey, are you okay?” Blaine asked as he gingerly got out of bed to check on him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is why I should never drink.” He muttered. He stood at the sink flushing his mouth, then turned to look at Blaine in the doorway. “How do you feel?” he asked.

“Like I’ve been beaten.”

Kurt suggested they go downstairs, grab their overnight bags and try to find something to make them feel better. It was noon, and most of the Glee club were finally stirring. The whole lot of them looked like they felt like crap. Finn who had the least amount to drink was passing out toast, Tylenol, and water.

Once Kurt, had slowly finished his toast Finn pulled him aside. “What happened to you and Blaine last night?” he asked his voice quiet but hard.

“I was sick and he took care of me.” Kurt sighed.
“Did you sleep in the same bad?” Finn asked his face still hard.

“Yes Finn, we slept in the same bed. What about you and Rachel?” Kurt asked not feeling well enough to be nice.

“Well, yeah but that is not the point,” Finn stammered.

“We slept that is all, not that it is any of your business.” Kurt saw the hurt in Finn’s eyes and knew he was only trying to look out for him. “Look Finn, I was really sick and I was scared, I didn’t like the way I was feeling. I practically begged Blaine not to leave me. All he did was hold me and make sure I was safe.”

Finn’s face softened, “Okay, sorry Kurt, I just… I just don’t want anything to happen to you, you’re my brother man. You’re my brother and I don’t want you to do anything you regret…” There was a lot left unspoken, but Kurt understood.

“I know Finn. I’m glad you’re my brother.”

On Monday, Blaine was still feeling ill from the weekend’s fun. He looked so ill in fact that he opted to stay home from school that day. He lay in bed, drinking copious amounts of water and nibbling on crackers. By noon he was feeling well enough, that he decided to make the trip to McKinley to watch Kurt and the New Directions perform at their Alcohol Awareness Assembly.

At McKinley the Kurt and his friends were not feeling well either. When Artie offered them Bloody Mary’s in the hope to make them feel better, Kurt decided it couldn’t make them feel worse. So it was that as they gathered in front of their classmates ready to perform, Kurt was feeling a little tipsy. He had had the least amount of to drink of the group.

They performed Tik Tok by Ke$ha and things were going smoothly, until Brittany hurled all over Rachel. This set off Santana. Kurt was mortified, and feeling even worse. He was trying so hard not to vomit as well. Then he noticed Blaine standing at the back of the gym looking horrified.

Before being ushered to the Principal’s office, Kurt gave Blaine an apologetic look and sent him a text.

Meet me by my car if I am not suspended, maybe we can talk.-Kurt

Kurt was amazed by the response from Figgins, and walked in a daze out to his car. Blaine was waiting for him.

“I feel so stupid.” Kurt said leaning his head against Blaine’s shoulder.

“Were all of you drunk up there?” Blaine asked still unable to believe they were all so idiotic and unprofessional.

“Pretty much, I felt like crap and Artie said it would make us feel better. I only had a little but… I can’t believe I did that. We were just lucky Principal Figgins thought we had great Special effects.”

Kurt could hardly stand the disappointment in Blaine’s eyes. “I’m so sorry.” He said tears leaking from his eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Blaine said pulling Kurt into a hug. “Yeah, what you did was stupid, and doing it on stage was even more so, but you are safe, and it seems you learned your lesson.”

Kurt sniffled, “Thanks. Can you drive me home please? I may be stupid, but I will never Drink and Drive.” He said firmly.

“That is good, I don’t know if I could forgive you if you did.” Blaine told him.

“I wouldn’t forgive myself either. Not after my mom…” Kurt trailed off again.

Blaine wanted to ask what he meant, but thought now was not the time. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Once they were safely in Kurt’s room, Kurt turned to Blaine. “Thank you for taking care of me, Saturday and today. But, can we not do that again. I don’t think drinking is my thing.”

Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, “Who needs alcohol, when you make me tipsy just being around you.”
Kurt laughed, “You are so cheesy sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He pulled Blaine into a kiss, determined that the sad thoughts trying to invade his mind, could wait for another day.