Blaine is drunk, though he’s not sure why, since he only had one beer.

Dancing with Sebastian was ok, but when Kurt joined him on the floor it got way better. And he really wants Kurt. He’s trying to figure out how to convince Kurt to have sex with him right now. Not here in the club, because that’s skanky. But maybe in the car.

He doesn’t want to leave yet though, so they dance until they’re sweaty and Kurt has some water and Blaine finds another beer in his hand. Or is it the same beer? He only meant to have one.

Blaine feels confident and he knows Kurt just freaking loves him.

He decides to tell Kurt that he wants to have sex with him, that it’s the perfect time, right now, right away. He tugs on Kurt’s belt loops, dragging him down on the seat with him.

But Kurt doesn’t relax into Blaine like he normally would. Blaine feels Kurt resist, he feels Kurt stiffen and not in the good way. (Bazinga! Focus Blaine, he tells himself.)

Kurt is really upset.

Blaine doesn’t want to cry, but he’s so close to crying and he can’t cry in front Kurt. He’s never cried in front of Kurt. He pretends to be mad, instead of hurt. He can’t stop what he’s about to say. “I’m sorry if I’m trying to be spontaneous and fun!”

Oh, Blaine, you’re such a dickhead, he thinks to himself as he ambles into the shadows and finally let’s himself start to cry.