blueb1rd
Aug. 8, 2011, 3:21 p.m.
Like A G6
Missing BIOTA scene: Yeah, Blaine agreed with a beatific smile, like it was the best kind of haze in the world. He leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck in a way that left Kurt feeling just a little bit breathless. It's cool, he continued. I've never been drunk before. You ever been drunk, Kurt? I haven't. It's cool.
K - Words: 1,149 - Last Updated: Aug 08, 2011 1,450 0 0 3 Categories: AU, Cotton Candy Fluff, Humor, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Rachel Berry, Tags: friendship,
Author's Notes: gameboycolor prompted me with missing scene in BIOTA: Blaine trying to convince Kurt that he's a G6 and somehow this happened
"No, Kurt, Kurt," Blaine waved his arms to epmhasize his point, almost smacking his friend in the face in the process. Fortunately, being sober and therefore considerably more coordinated than the object of his affection at the moment, Kurt was able to duck out of the way before any damage was done. Blaine apologized anyway. "Oops, sorry. But Kurt -" because manners or not, he had something really important to discuss here. "You don't understand. I don't just feel fly like a G6. I actually am one. I am! You can tell, right?"
Kurt simply rolled his eyes in response, biting back an amused smirk. Blaine had been infuriatingly inattentive at the party (apparently Rachel Berry had been more interesting - there was simply no accounting for taste), but now that they were back at the Hummel-Hudson residence, the boy was all about Kurt. As he should be. Particularly after the way he had actually licked Kurt's hand when he'd clamped it over Blaine's mouth in an attempt to stifle his giggles as Finn carried Blaine up the stairs. His step-mother, or worse his father, finding Blaine in this condition was not exactly Kurt's ideal way to spend an evening. They'd want to call Blaine's parents or something equally appalling, and then they'd never let him date him because Blaine was a 'bad influence'.
...As if Blaine would want to date him anyway. Valentine's Day had been an entire two weeks ago, and while Kurt hadn't exactly imagined them spouting proposals of deep and abiding love at this point, he'd at least expected some kind of an indication that Blaine really, really cared about him. So far, instead, all he had was the image of Blaine with his tongue in Rachel Berry's mouth.
Not exactly his favorite mental image.
"I can tell you're drunk," he settled on replying with.
"Yeah..." Blaine agreed with a beatific smile, like it was the best kind of haze in the world. He leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck in a way that left Kurt feeling just a little bit breathless. "It's cool," he continued. "I've never been drunk before. You ever been drunk, Kurt? I haven't. It's cool."
"I have." Kurt had no problem sharing this particular story right now - it was unlikely, at this point, that Blaine would even remember this conversation in the morning. "It did feel pretty, um, 'cool'." He quirked his fingers in a pair of air quotes. "At least until I threw up all over Miss Pillsbury's shoes and my dad found out, anyway." That part? Not quite so fun.
"Ewwwwwww," Blaine scrunched his nose up and giggled - he'd been doing that a lot. Alcohol seemed to be enhancing the hilarity of any given situation for him. "That's gross."
"Not as gross as locking lips with Rachel."
"Hey!" Blaine protested. "It wasn't all that bad. She smells good and she tasted like pink. I dunno, it felt... kinda nice."
"You're drunk, Blaine," Kurt pointed out gruffly. "Everything feels nice. She's a girl, you realize."
"Duh." Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder and stretched, yawning widely. "I'm not a complete idiot - I know a girl when I see one. She's got, you know, boobs and long hair and stuff. And she was wearing... what was she wearing? It was weird." His nose scrunched again, as if he found the mysteries of Rachel Berry's wardrobe to be quite puzzling.
Kurt couldn't disagree. "A dress, supposedly." His lip curled in distaste. "It was appalling - someone really should let her know that she's not the star of a glamorous rom com set in the 1970's." Her hair cut wasn't even right for it.
Blaine's shoulders hitched in a shrug. "You're the expert, I guess," he was sensible enough to agree before he was distracted by a sudden thought. "Hey, you know somethin'?"
"What?"
Blaine leaned in close, invading Kurt's personal space to the extent that their noses were almost brushing. Kurt held his breath. "You have pretty eyes," Blaine smiled at him sweetly, fluttering his long, dark eyelashes. "Like, really pretty. They're the prettiest eyes I've ever seen - true story! Ow," he muttered as he smacked himself in the forehead in the midst of trying to make some kind of 'scout's honor' gesture.
Kurt wanted to roll his eyes but instead he found himself flushing, heartbeat stuttering and speeding up at the other boy's close proximity. A few very bad ideas went flitting through his mind. It would have been more than easy to just close the tiny bit of distance between them and pull the other boy into a kiss. Blaine probably wouldn't even mind - he seemed to be a very, hmm, affectionate drunk.
But that, of course, was the problem. Blaine wasn't in full control of himself, and Kurt wasn't going to be That Guy, the kind who took advantage of someone else's muddled state. If they were going to kiss, he wanted Blaine to remember it. The timing had to be right, and right now it just wasn't.
So he gently but firmly pushed Blaine away. "Okay," he said, voice squeaking only a little bit as he reached over to turn off his bedside lamp, "I think it's definitely time for you to go to sleep."
Blaine seemed to comply readily enough. He flopped down on the pillow and burrowed beneath the covers, shifting around to get comfortable. Everything was quiet for a few minutes, and then -
"Sing to me?" Blaine reached for Kurt's arm, cuddling close. Oh dear. "I need a lullaby. Please?"
Despite the added physical contact, Kurt couldn't really see the harm in that. "Fine," he agreed. "Any requests?"
"Dunno." Blaine waved an airy hand in the dark. "Just something pretty."
Not exactly a helpful stipulation - Kurt liked to think everything he sang sounded 'pretty', but he fished through a mental play list, narrowing it down to one song and finally beginning to sing...
"If you were falling, then I would catch you
You need a light, I'd find a match
Cause I love the way you say good morning
And you take me the way I am"
It wasn't the sort of song he would have chosen ordinarily - it was much too romantic for that. But Blaine, he reminded himself, probably wouldn't remember this anyway. He ran through the rest of the song quietly (not wishing to disturb the other members of his household), Blaine listening with closed eyes and a soft, sleepy smile on his face.
"Thanks," he mumbled as the song finished, and leaned over to plant a sloppy peck on Kurt's cheek. "S'nice, you're nice. You're my fav'rite. Night, Kurt." He released Kurt's arm with a yawn, rolling over and sinking into slumber with surprising ease.
Kurt, on the other hand, was left to stare up at the ceiling as a flock of butterflies turned cartwheels in his stomach. It was going to be a long time till he'd be able to sleep after that.
End
Kurt simply rolled his eyes in response, biting back an amused smirk. Blaine had been infuriatingly inattentive at the party (apparently Rachel Berry had been more interesting - there was simply no accounting for taste), but now that they were back at the Hummel-Hudson residence, the boy was all about Kurt. As he should be. Particularly after the way he had actually licked Kurt's hand when he'd clamped it over Blaine's mouth in an attempt to stifle his giggles as Finn carried Blaine up the stairs. His step-mother, or worse his father, finding Blaine in this condition was not exactly Kurt's ideal way to spend an evening. They'd want to call Blaine's parents or something equally appalling, and then they'd never let him date him because Blaine was a 'bad influence'.
...As if Blaine would want to date him anyway. Valentine's Day had been an entire two weeks ago, and while Kurt hadn't exactly imagined them spouting proposals of deep and abiding love at this point, he'd at least expected some kind of an indication that Blaine really, really cared about him. So far, instead, all he had was the image of Blaine with his tongue in Rachel Berry's mouth.
Not exactly his favorite mental image.
"I can tell you're drunk," he settled on replying with.
"Yeah..." Blaine agreed with a beatific smile, like it was the best kind of haze in the world. He leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck in a way that left Kurt feeling just a little bit breathless. "It's cool," he continued. "I've never been drunk before. You ever been drunk, Kurt? I haven't. It's cool."
"I have." Kurt had no problem sharing this particular story right now - it was unlikely, at this point, that Blaine would even remember this conversation in the morning. "It did feel pretty, um, 'cool'." He quirked his fingers in a pair of air quotes. "At least until I threw up all over Miss Pillsbury's shoes and my dad found out, anyway." That part? Not quite so fun.
"Ewwwwwww," Blaine scrunched his nose up and giggled - he'd been doing that a lot. Alcohol seemed to be enhancing the hilarity of any given situation for him. "That's gross."
"Not as gross as locking lips with Rachel."
"Hey!" Blaine protested. "It wasn't all that bad. She smells good and she tasted like pink. I dunno, it felt... kinda nice."
"You're drunk, Blaine," Kurt pointed out gruffly. "Everything feels nice. She's a girl, you realize."
"Duh." Blaine lifted his head from Kurt's shoulder and stretched, yawning widely. "I'm not a complete idiot - I know a girl when I see one. She's got, you know, boobs and long hair and stuff. And she was wearing... what was she wearing? It was weird." His nose scrunched again, as if he found the mysteries of Rachel Berry's wardrobe to be quite puzzling.
Kurt couldn't disagree. "A dress, supposedly." His lip curled in distaste. "It was appalling - someone really should let her know that she's not the star of a glamorous rom com set in the 1970's." Her hair cut wasn't even right for it.
Blaine's shoulders hitched in a shrug. "You're the expert, I guess," he was sensible enough to agree before he was distracted by a sudden thought. "Hey, you know somethin'?"
"What?"
Blaine leaned in close, invading Kurt's personal space to the extent that their noses were almost brushing. Kurt held his breath. "You have pretty eyes," Blaine smiled at him sweetly, fluttering his long, dark eyelashes. "Like, really pretty. They're the prettiest eyes I've ever seen - true story! Ow," he muttered as he smacked himself in the forehead in the midst of trying to make some kind of 'scout's honor' gesture.
Kurt wanted to roll his eyes but instead he found himself flushing, heartbeat stuttering and speeding up at the other boy's close proximity. A few very bad ideas went flitting through his mind. It would have been more than easy to just close the tiny bit of distance between them and pull the other boy into a kiss. Blaine probably wouldn't even mind - he seemed to be a very, hmm, affectionate drunk.
But that, of course, was the problem. Blaine wasn't in full control of himself, and Kurt wasn't going to be That Guy, the kind who took advantage of someone else's muddled state. If they were going to kiss, he wanted Blaine to remember it. The timing had to be right, and right now it just wasn't.
So he gently but firmly pushed Blaine away. "Okay," he said, voice squeaking only a little bit as he reached over to turn off his bedside lamp, "I think it's definitely time for you to go to sleep."
Blaine seemed to comply readily enough. He flopped down on the pillow and burrowed beneath the covers, shifting around to get comfortable. Everything was quiet for a few minutes, and then -
"Sing to me?" Blaine reached for Kurt's arm, cuddling close. Oh dear. "I need a lullaby. Please?"
Despite the added physical contact, Kurt couldn't really see the harm in that. "Fine," he agreed. "Any requests?"
"Dunno." Blaine waved an airy hand in the dark. "Just something pretty."
Not exactly a helpful stipulation - Kurt liked to think everything he sang sounded 'pretty', but he fished through a mental play list, narrowing it down to one song and finally beginning to sing...
"If you were falling, then I would catch you
You need a light, I'd find a match
Cause I love the way you say good morning
And you take me the way I am"
It wasn't the sort of song he would have chosen ordinarily - it was much too romantic for that. But Blaine, he reminded himself, probably wouldn't remember this anyway. He ran through the rest of the song quietly (not wishing to disturb the other members of his household), Blaine listening with closed eyes and a soft, sleepy smile on his face.
"Thanks," he mumbled as the song finished, and leaned over to plant a sloppy peck on Kurt's cheek. "S'nice, you're nice. You're my fav'rite. Night, Kurt." He released Kurt's arm with a yawn, rolling over and sinking into slumber with surprising ease.
Kurt, on the other hand, was left to stare up at the ceiling as a flock of butterflies turned cartwheels in his stomach. It was going to be a long time till he'd be able to sleep after that.
End