And that was it. Kurt had him. Completely.

New Year's Eve 2011

Blaine never understood the hype of celebrating the coming of the next year. To him, it was just an excuse to get drunk and for creepers to grope at you at the midnight blackout. No, thank you, not for him.

Nonetheless, Blaine spilled on his cocktail, sitting on the arm of a chair. It was a fairly big party; he had to commend Eddie on finding it. Maybe if he loosened up some more he could have some fun, but he was trying to keep an eye out for Eddie, Kurt, and Alek. Each had their own level of crazy-drunk.

Eddie suddenly appeared at Blaine's side.

"Honey, honey, baby, sweetie, sweetheart, I found a guy that says Elvis isn't dead and living in Nebraska under the alias Caption McDonald. Come talk to him. I think he's a genius!" Eddie rambled, tugged at his fianc�.

"Woah," Blaine gasped, wide eyed, "you've had one too many drinks!"

As Blaine reached up to take Eddie's martini away from him, he gulped it down.

"Two too many drinks, baby. Two too like a tutu," Eddie giggled, tipping back his drink to get every last drop.

Eddie grabbed another drink from a girl next to him who was in the middle of a conversation. She reacted then found him uninteresting within seconds. Eddie sipped on the alcohol. When Blaine tried to steal it, Eddie pushed it over his head.

"I'm talker than you. You can't reach it," Eddie taunted, "unless you grow a foot in a few minutes. Blaine, Blaine, I met a guy that did. Do you want to meet him?"

Without warning, Blaine stared, right past Eddie's head, as Alek struggled to get up onto the kitchen table. He tumbled to the ground, a bowl of limes spilling all over him. He laughed, laying there for a minute.

"Eddie, do you think you could watch Alek? He's going to hurt himself," Blaine said, pointing past Eddie's head.

Eddie looked at Blaine's fingers incredulously, like they were glowing or made of marshmallow. Wide eyed, open mouthed, he dragged his eyes along Blaine's arm and eventually looked in the direction of Alek.

"ALEK! Why did you fall asleep?" Eddie yelped, charging at Alek.

Blaine drained his cocktail. He'd need to loosen up to deal with these people. As he grabbed another drink, he realized he hadn't seen Kurt since he and Alek were downing shots like champs in turns at the beginning of the party.

To get a better view of the room, Blaine stood on the couch. Over the heads of the chatting party goers, he tried to find Kurt's perfectly styled hair.

"Did you talk to that guy?" Eddie said. "Because it may be the alcohol talking, but I think you're taller."

Oh God, now Alek was gone.

"You're going to be my husband, Blaine Ricky Ricardo, and even though I'm the Spanish one and you're not the Spanish one, I'll be your Lucy, Blaine. Ilove you."

Blaine gapped at Eddie. He was so drunk!

"Say you love me! SAY YOU LOVE ME BACK!" Eddie shouted. For a second, everyone looked at them. When they realized their drinks or friends or significant others were more interesting, they lost focus.

"I love you. You are so drunk," Blaine said, looking over people's heads. "Can you find Alek again? He can't leave this house, or he'll get caught and will lose his college scholarships."

Eddie sniffled. "Okay," he said sadly. "I don't want that to happen. I like Alek. He'll be our dentist when he's done with dentist school. I don't want anyone else in my mouth." Eddie took a long, dramatic pause then burst out laughing. "That's what she said!"

He placed the empty glass into the hand of the girl he stole it from and walked away. She glanced down at it.

"Did I drink it all?" she said dreamily to her date/friend.

Jumping off the cough, he poured his drink into her glass ("Oh, I didn't drink it!"), and weaved his way through the crowd.

Blaine was worried about Kurt. If he let his mind wander, he'd be seeing images of Kurt unknowingly chugging down the date-rape drug. He shook the rest of the notion out of his head.

"Kurt!" Blaine called.

"That is my name," a voice, very precise said.

Ducking under a huge tray of food, Blaine made his way to the voice. Sitting on the window sill with two rather pretty girls was Kurt. An empty martini glass sat on his lap, and his face was screwed up in concentration.

"HA!" he ejected, spitting out whatever was in his mouth – a small red knot, which Blaine realized was a tied cherry stem.

The two girls huffed in disappointment.

"You have to show me how you do that!" the slender blonde insisted. She pouted a little, leaning towards Kurt.

"Magic!" Kurt spoke, wiggling his fingers between him and the girls. Both stared in amazement at his fingers.

"Magic," the redhead repeated in awe.

The blonde nudged her friend. "Go get more cherries!" she whined.

The redhead skipped away, and the blonde pushed closer to Kurt. She ran her fingers along Kurt's collar then suddenly tugged him forward.

"Show me," she said seductively, leaning into a kiss.

Blaine felt like he was watching a slow-moving motion picture. Snapping back into reality, he launched forward, slipping his hand between their mouths. The girl started to passionately kiss Blaine's fingers, which made Blaine want to gag. Kurt gave his hand a quick peck, pulling away and looking at him happily.

"Stop kissing Blaine," Kurt insisted, pushing her away. "Don't kiss his face either. He's really gay, but when he's drunk, he's really straight. So don't kiss him, or I'll strangle you with your slutty, strappy heals, Taylor Swift."

Kurt got up and marched past Blaine, leaving the blonde looking stunned. Turning, he immediately lost Kurt in the crowd. Damn. In his second search for Kurt, Blaine ran into Eddie and Alek.

He needed more alcohol before dealing with what he was looking at.

Downing a shot, he watched as his fianc� downed his own shot then licked salt from Alek's arm and bite into a lime. The two boys laughed hysterically. They were so damn drunk!

At least Eddie wasn't taking body shots off a stranger, Blaine thought, approaching the pair.

A hand gripped his forearm. Spinning away from Alek and Eddie, the booze made his eyes foggy, and he didn't realize it was Kurt tugging him away.

"Let's divorce them," Kurt said seriously, handing Blaine a handful of limes. "They're cheating on us."

Blaine laughed which cost him a nasty look from Kurt. Before he could say anything else, Kurt leaned in and ran his tongue along Blaine's neck, giving the boy insane shivers. Sloppily, Kurt shook salt onto the wet line on Blaine's neck.

"You are not taking body shots off me," Blaine said, slapping off the salt.

In retort, Kurt gripped the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him in. He slowly dragged his tongue up to retrieve the salt, suddenly pausing to nip at Blaine's earlobe then took the shot and quickly tucked the lime into Blaine's open mouth which Kurt's mouth immediately pressed against. Gasping, Blaine almost swallowed the lime. He felt Kurt's tongue fishing for the fruit. Blaine pushed it towards him and he bit down, splashing juice around Blaine's mouth. He puckered, pulling away from Kurt.

He wasn't drunk enough for that.

Kurt was preparing to do another, when Blaine got thrown to the floor.

"Go die!" Eddie yelled, tears splattering down his face. He immediately ran away.

Blaine pulled himself up. Kurt unknowingly nibbled on a lime, watching the scene as if it wasn't interesting at all. Blaine threw Kurt a harsh glare and ran after Eddie.

He seriously spent the rest of the party looking for Eddie. He vanished, even though the car they took was still parked outside. From upstairs, Blaine heard the one minute countdown. Where in the hell was Eddie? Bounding down the steps, he almost knocked Kurt up and over the banister.

"Have you seen Eddie?" Blaine asked, gripping Kurt's shoulders because he was swaying.

"NO, I HAVE TO FIND ALEK! WE HAVE TO KISS AT MIDNIGHT!" he shouted frantically, pushing past Blaine.

Sighing, he peered over the crowd. He saw Alek but didn't see Eddie. Seriously?

10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4…

Without warning, there was a hand on his shoulder. A wave of relief washed over him.

3. 2…

He turned.

1.

The lights flicked off.

The hand on his shoulder moved through his curly hair, tangling in it. Settling on the step directly above his, Blaine felt a warm breath against his face. It smelled tangy and alcohol-thick. Somehow in the next second, lips were unexpectedly against his.

Blaine's body reacted very slowly. He lost my breath in shock, leaving an ache in his lungs. His eyes tried desperately to see the kisser's eyes but they forced themselves shut soon. The alcohol in his stomach splashed around, making his brain fizzy. But his lips, they were on fire.

So Blaine slid his hands up the person's back, kissing harder. He didn't want to get drunk off of alcohol. He wanted to get drunk off this, this kissing, this boy. Kurt.

He saw him right before the lights clicked off.

Blaine forced Kurt up the steps. Fumbling in the darkness, he frantically kissed his friend, until they banged roughly against the wall. Kurt detached his lips and focused on Blaine's neck, making him gasp. He pressed Kurt completely into the wall. Every inch of their bodies were touching. His palm pressed flat on the wall but slipped down to feel for a door.

He found one. Grabbing at Kurt's tie, he pulled him into the room. The moon shined through the window, giving them enough light to find their way around. Switching directions, Kurt's fingers slipped into Blaine's pant pockets and pulled him forward. They fell into the bed. Taking short breaths, Kurt kissed Blaine again, softly, cupping his cheek.

"You're drunk," Blaine whispered.

"I know," Kurt mumbled, pulling up Blaine's sweater.

"You're only supposed to kiss once on New Year's," Blaine insisted.

"I know," Kurt said, feeling the skin of Blaine's stomach.

"I'm not Alek."

Kurt stopped moving. He pulled back, searching Blaine's face. Kurt's eyes were glossy, so they glittered in the moonlight. Blaine was slowly falling apart.

Kurt kissed him. Really kissed him. It broke down all of Blaine's defenses. No kiss has ever done that before.

"I know," Kurt whispered against his lips, "Blaine."

And that was it. Kurt had him. Completely.

New Year's Day 2012

The sun! Blaine thought as the beams of light attacked his face. Holding up his hand as a shield, he sat up. Pulling his eyes open, the room came into focus. This wasn't familiar. Where was he?

A body shuffled next to him. He looked down.

Kurt? It was Kurt, balled up, holding onto to something. A sweater. Blaine's sweater. Blaine looked down. Why…?

"Shit."

Suddenly, what happened last night came over him.

"Shit. Shit shit shit shit."

Climbing out of bed, he searched the room for his pants. They hung on the doorknob. Pulling them over his underwear (which he thankfully still had on), he untangled Kurt's hands from around his sweater. Kurt pulled the blankets against him as a substitute for the loss of sweater.

What did he do?

I know exactly what I did. I drunkenly made-out with a wasted Kurt, until we got too tangled in our discarded clothing, too franticin kissing and touching, too exhausted that we passed out in each other's arms. I've woken up with Kurt in my bed before, but not like this! Blaine thought, staring down at his friend.

"Shit."

109 Days Until Kurt's Wedding

Blaine never meant to be a home-wrecker. He just realized he loved Kurt too late. It was too late, and Blaine would never do anything to ruin Kurt and Alek's relationship.

Footsteps echoed in the hall. Still frozen, Blaine stayed put. Kurt had obviously chased after him.

"What'd you hear?" Kurt questioned softly, staring down at Blaine.

Breathing heavily, he said, "I never meant to come between you two. I don't want him to think what he's thinking."

Kurt kneeled down. "He's paranoid. He thinks I'll leave him the way Eddie left you."

Blaine looked up hysterically. "You can't, Kurt. I know how that feels, and it's like someone's reconstructing your heart from the inside without your consent at all."

Kurt brushed a few curls off Blaine's forehead. "I wasn't even considering leaving him. I love him. I also love you, and what him to respect what we have."

"What do we have?"

Suddenly, the night of New Year's flashed through his mind. Blaine tried numerous times to clue Kurt in on what happened, trying to get a response, but Kurt doesn't remember anything when he gets completely drunk. Blaine didn't mean it to happen, and at the time, there were no feelings attached.

Blaine was seeing Kurt differently now, like the beer goggles were off. And that night… although, he'd pushed away all thoughts of it, made himself believe it was one huge mistake, pretended it didn't even happen, there were feelings – feelings he wasn't strong enough to face yet.

He loved Kurt. Even then.

So, what did that make New Year's? Accident and mistake were much better words than cheater.

"This," Kurt mumbled, drawing his arms around Blaine. "We have this weird relationship, Blaine. But I know your arms, more than any other arms I've been in, are home."

Home. Blaine was home. Something familiar. Something worth coming back to. Somewhere you go when you're lonely. Because someone you love will be there waiting. A safe house. This was Blaine to Kurt.

But Kurt to Blaine? He was more than just home. He was everything.