When they finally pulled into the driveway, Blaine pushed Kurt away from his neck and held him there firmly by his shoulders. Kurt let out a whining noise and tried to move forward again, but Blaine was stronger than him. He pouted. "I wanna kiss you, Blainey! Let me kiss you!" Kurt was nearly throwing a fit.

To quiet him, Blaine put the straw back in his mouth. Kurt glared at him while he drank the milkshake, his weakness. Smirking, Blaine placed a kiss on the tip of Kurt's little nose before turning off the car and opening the door. He stepped out with Kurt cradled in his arms. When he locked the car, he made his way to the front door and opened it, reveling in the feeling of the warm air inside.

He carried Kurt over to the couch, placing him there. Kurt whined and tried to grab Blaine back. Blaine quickly avoided his hands. He had to call Kurt's dad or Mr. Hummel would freak out, and Blaine didn't want a pissed father on his hands. He couldn't call Mr. Hummel with a drunk Kurt nearby who could talk any moment. If Mr. Hummel found out his son was drunk under Blaine's watch, Blaine would be lucky if he lived to see the next day.

But when he looked at Kurt, seeing the tears in his eyes and his hands opening and closing, asking for Blaine to come and hold him, Blaine just couldn't say no. Sighing, he joined Kurt on the couch and the small boy instantly curled up on his chest, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. Blaine slowly stroked Kurt's hair while pulling out his phone and scrolling to Mr. Hummel's number. "Make sure you stay quiet, Kurt, okay?"

"My name is Kurtie, Blainey!"

"Fine, Kurtie." Blaine moved his hand down to Kurt's waist, squeezing it softly. "Just be quiet, okay?"

Kurt nodded against Blaine's chest. "You're warm, Blainey."

Blaine shushed him as he pushed the button and the phone began to ring. It rang three times before it was answered. "Blaine?" asked Mr. Hummel.

"Yeah, it's me." Blaine answered, nervous. Kurt's dad could be a really scary dude.

"I thought you would have Kurt back by now. It's 10:30 at night."

"I know, Mr. Hummel. I was going to bring him back. But Kurt's sick." At least this wasn't a total lie.

"Kurt's sick?"

"Yeah, he…" Blaine paused as Kurt slid off his lap and stumbled towards the kitchen. He tried to gesture with his hands for Kurt to come back, but Kurt only giggled and disappeared. Blaine frowned. He really wasn't comfortable with a drunk Kurt going around his house unsupervised.

"Blaine?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Hummel." Blaine turned his attention back to the task at hand. "Yeah, I think it must have been the burger he ate."

"Kurt ate a burger? He hasn't had one in years. Apparently they're fatting or something."

"Well, I might have convinced him too. Kurt's always so worried about how he looks, but I think he looks perfect no matter what. I just want him to know that."

Mr. Hummel laughed. "You're a good kid, Blaine. You take care of Kurt, alright? He gets grumpy when he's sick."

Blaine nodded. "I will, Mr. Hummel. I took a health class at Dalton. I learned a lot of ways to cure stomach aches."

"Oh…" Mr. Hummel paused and Blaine held his breath. "Just have him back tomorrow, okay? Not too late. And no funny business."

"Of course not, Mr. Hummel. I promise he'll be home tomorrow. Thank you, sir."

"I've told you more than once to call me Burt, Blaine. No need to be so formal."

"Sorry, Mr. Hum- Burt." Blaine quickly corrected himself. It felt weird to call such and intimidating man something so casual. "I'll make sure Kurt feels better. He's sleeping right now."

"Good, good. See you tomorrow, Blaine. Tell Kurt I hope he gets better."

"I will, Mr. Hummel. Thank you." With that, he ended the call and let out a sigh of relief. That had been easier than he imagined it would be. But now he had to figure out where Kurt had gone.

When he entered the kitchen he was met with a mess. Gummy bears were scattered all over the island in the middle of the room. Kurt must have found his secret candy stash. His boyfriend was dancing around, throwing his head from side to side; gummy bears clutched in his fists, singing at the top of his lungs. "Oh, I'm a Gummy Bear, Yes, I'm a Gummy Bear. Oh, I'm a Yummy, Chummy, Funny, Lucky Gummy Bear!"

Blaine couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled out of his mouth. He couldn't believe that Kurt, normally so controlled and divaish, was singing the Gummy Bear song. Kurt didn't even like gummy bears. He said that they all tasted the same anyway, and they weren't worth it. Blaine laughed even more. Kurt looked so adorable and cute. Kurt would be absolutely mortified if he knew what he was doing.

Kurt must have heard his laughing because he looked up and a huge smile spread across his face. He ran over to Blaine and into his arms. "Blainey, I'm a gummy bear!"

Blaine took one of the candies from Kurt's hand and placed it against Kurt's lips. Kurt obediently opened his mouth and ate it. "You're my little gummy bear, Kurtie." Blaine chuckled. He placed his hands under Kurt's armpits and hoisted him up to hold him in his arms. Kurt surprised him by wrapping his legs around Blaine's waist. Not that Blaine minded. He didn't mind at all. He took Kurt's arms and put them around his neck. Kurt gave him a happy smile. "My little gummy bear that needs to take a bath."

"With bubbles." Kurt said seriously, staring into Blaine's eyes as if daring him to say otherwise.

"But of course. I have rose scented bubbles, just for you." He leaned forward and kissed Kurt, moaning softly as Kurt eagerly returned it, slipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth and wrapping it around Blaine's own.

Blaine made his way towards the stairs, still kissing passionately and groaning as Kurt tightened his legs around Blaine. It was hard to concentrate on walking up the stairs while kissing his boyfriend, but Blaine somehow managed it and made it to his room. With great effort, Blaine separated their lips and tried to steady his breathing. They couldn't do this. Kurt was drunk. If they did this, Kurt would allow him to go a lot farther then they usually would go and in the morning Kurt would hate him. If they went too far, Blaine wouldn't be able to stop. He couldn't ruin what he had with Kurt.

Blaine placed Kurt on the ground and motioned towards the bathroom. "You have to go take a bath, Kurtie." He searched his drawers and pulled out clothes that Kurt could change into. He handed them to the small boy. "You can put these on after you're done."

Kurt's bottom lip jutted out into a pout as he clutched the clothes close to him. "Aren't you coming too, Blainey?"

"I…" Blaine wasn't going to at first, but then he imagined drunk Kurt tripping and hitting his head, or staying under the water too long, or a million other bad things. He had to make sure Kurt didn't get hurt. "Yeah, I'm coming, Kurtie." He took Kurt's hand and led him into the bathroom. He left Kurt so he could turn on the water and locate the bubble bath he promised. After searching in the cabinet, he found the pink bottle and turned to show Kurt. His eyes widened and he dropped the bottle.

Kurt was standing there in only his underwear. Blaine nearly drooled as he took in Kurt's pale chest and his small waist that most girls would kill for. The snow white skin was flawless and underneath was a light layer of muscle. Blaine wanted nothing more than to place red marks and hickeys all over that skin, to mark it as his own.

Blaine moved his gaze down to Kurt's long, long legs that were totally exposed to him. He wanted to run his hand over the skin and place light kisses over it. Kurt's tight boxers outlined his cock and Blaine realized he had forgotten to breathe. This was the most of Kurt Blaine had ever seen. And he really, really wanted to see more. But not today. He wanted Kurt to be aware of what was going on. It had to be special, just like Kurt wanted.

That is why when Kurt slid his thumbs under the elastic of his underpants, Blaine stopped him, even though the undapper part of his mind told him not to. Kurt looked at him curiously, head tilted slightly to one side. "What's wrong, Blainey?"

"You have to keep your underpants on, Kurtie." Blaine said hurriedly, taking Kurt's hands so they were away from the undergarment.

"Why?"

"Because…" Blaine hurried to find a reason why that would make sense to Kurt's muddled mind. "Because your butt will get cold if you take them off…?"

"Oh…" Kurt seemed to think for a moment. "Okay, Blainey. Do you have the bubbles?"

Blaine picked the bottle up off the floor so Kurt could see. Kurt squealed in happiness as he slid into the warm water. Blaine kneeled down next to the tub and poured the bubble bath into the water. The smile on Kurt's face got even wider as the bubbles started to form. Blaine felt like he was dealing with a small child. He grabbed a rag and some soap so he could start cleaning Kurt. His boyfriend giggled as Blaine dragged the cloth down his stomach, hoping to rid Kurt of the smell of alcohol.

When Blaine wasn't looking, Kurt scooped up some of the bubbles in his hands and dropped them on Blaine's head. Blaine stared at Kurt for a second, water dripping down his face and bubbles in his now curly hair, and then smiled. He dipped his fingers into the bubbles and tapped Kurt's nose. Kurt went cross-eyed trying to stare intently at the bubble that rested on his nose. Smiling, he ducked his head under the water and disappeared, the bubbles hiding him from view.

Blaine panicked slightly, and parted the bubbles to try and look for Kurt. It was moments like this that he wished his bath tub wasn't so damn big. The bubbles had grown and were now formed bubble mountains. "Kurtie, where are you?" Blaine asked, searching.

In a flash Kurt popped up again and grabbed Blaine by the arms. Using a strength Blaine wasn't aware Kurt possessed, the small boy pulled Blaine into the bath tub with him. There was a huge splash and Blaine was submerged. His clothes grew heavy and his eyes stung as the bubble bath got in his eyes. After much struggle he surfaced, coughing loudly. Kurt was at the end of the tub, giggling behind his hand. Blaine made his way over to Kurt and loomed over the small boy, finding it very hard to be even a tiny bit angry with the adorable boy. "Why'd you do that, Kurtie? I'm all wet."

"Because…" whispered Kurt, leaning forward. "I want to do this…" Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair and yanked him forward so that their lips connected. All angry thoughts left Blaine's mind and all he could do was moan. He realized how hot this all was. Here they were in the bath tub, Kurt almost naked, both of them sopping wet. Blaine deepened the kiss, pushing Kurt back against the wall of the tub. His tongue twisted around Kurt's, tasting the taste that was purely Kurt. God, this was amazing. He felt Kurt's erection pushing into his leg. Damn it, why was drunk Kurt so horny? Blaine willed himself to stop, but he couldn't. This just felt too good. He moved his hand down to Kurt's leg and held it. His other hand tightened in Kurt's hair as he started grinding against Kurt. Kurt let out a small mewl that made Blaine growl and moved to Kurt's neck so he could bite at the porcelain skin. It should be illegal to make the sexy noises Kurt was making. They made Blaine even harder, if that was possible. The rational part of his mind seemed to have shut down and all that was left was this lust and the need to just ravish beautiful little Kurt.

Only one thing stopped him. Blaine bit down on Kurt's earlobe and Kurt gasped, "Fuck me, Blainey…"

Blaine froze. Reality came back to him. He shouldn't be doing this. Kurt was drunk. He was drunk and he didn't understand. Blaine was taking advantage of him right now.

As quickly as he could, Blaine got out of the bath tub and returned to the spot he had been in before. He was breathing hard and shivering since his clothes were soaking wet. Kurt sat up and frowned at him. "What's wrong, Blainey?"

"Nothing, Kurt, just…let's just finish your bath and then we can go to bed, okay?" He grabbed and bottle of shampoo and used it to wash Kurt's hair. The rest of the bath passed in silence. Blaine turned the water on cold despite Kurt's protest until Kurt's erection went away. Blaine's had disappeared the moment he realized what he had been doing. Hopefully Kurt wouldn't remember this when he woke up.

When it was done, Blaine lifted Kurt from the bath tub and placed him on the toilet seat. Kurt seemed a little sad, like he knew he did something wrong. Blaine wrapped Kurt in a warm towel and told Kurt to put on the clothes. Kurt tried to give him another kiss but Blaine stopped him. Tears appeared in Kurt's eyes. Even though it hurt, Blaine left. He couldn't trust himself at the moment.

He put on his own pajamas and got on the bed to wait. Kurt walked into the room a few minutes later with his shirt half on. "Oh, Kurt…" Blaine went over to his boyfriend and helped Kurt fix the shirt. When it was fully on Kurt clung to Blaine, crying softly.

"I'm sorry, Blainey…" he sniffled. "Don't be mad at me…"

Blaine guided Kurt over to the bed and laid him down. "Shhh, Kurtie. It's okay. I'm not mad at you."

Blaine got on the bed with Kurt and held the small boy in his arms. To reassure Kurt that everything was fine, Blaine placed butterfly kisses all over Kurt's face, making him giggle. Kurt moved down till his head rested on Blaine's chest. Blaine pulled the covers up to Kurt's shoulders. "I'm never, ever letting you get drunk again, Kurtie." He mumbled, massaging Kurt's back softly.

"Blainey?"

"Yes, Kurtie?"

"Will you be my prince?" he asked.

Blaine looked down at Kurt, confused. "Your prince?"

"Well," Kurt was still speaking into Blaine's chest. "Sebastian says I'm a princess. So, if I'm a princess, then I need a prince. Cinderella got a prince, and Snow White did, and Sleeping Beauty did. So, I should get one. You can be Prince Blainey and I'll be Princess Kurtie. We can get a castle and get married. So," Kurt lifted his head and looked into Blaine's eyes. "Will you be my prince?"

Blaine smiled, because that had to be one of the most adorable things Kurt had ever said. "Of course I'll be your prince, Princess Kurtie. As long as we have a dungeon so I can put Sebastian in it."

"Okay…" Kurt let out a loud yawn.

"I think it's time for Princess Kurtie to go to sleep." Kurt nodded and lay back down. He cuddled even closer to Blaine and closed his eyes. Blaine loved the warm feeling of Kurt lying against him. One day he hoped he could go to sleep like this every day. Blaine's whole future was filled with visions of him and Kurt. Nothing else mattered as long as he had Kurt.

He put his leg over Kurt's and pulled their bodies closer. He would never let go of Kurt. Kurt was his beautiful, perfect little princess. Blaine hoped they would be able to be together forever. They loved each other so much, and nobody could ruin that. Sebastian would have to learn to back off. Because he wasn't going to break them up. Nor would Blaine's parents.

Blaine let out a sigh. His parents didn't know about Kurt yet. They knew he was gay, and hadn't been accepting of it at all. That was another reason he had gone to Dalton. He hadn't told them that he had a boyfriend because he didn't know how they would react. It was one thing to be gay but a whole other to act on it. He knew he would have to tell them sometime. At one point Kurt would ask to see Blaine's parents and Blaine would have to tell his boyfriend the truth. But not now. The longer his parents remained oblivious, the better it would be.

Blaine shook his head to clear it of negative thoughts. He had to sleep. In only a few days they would be doing West Side Story. They still had a lot of practice to do. But after the play was done, Blaine would do his song for Kurt and then concentrate on keeping Sebastian away. Yes, that was his goal. Keep Sebastian away. He hated to see Kurt sad and Sebastian was the cause of the tears Kurt had shed that night. But he wouldn't be anymore. If Sebastian went near Kurt again he would be very, very sorry.

Blaine wasn't going to lose Kurt. No matter what.