It had only been a couple of weeks since Kurt had transferred to Dalton. He was still getting used to things, and the school hadn’t really been what he was expecting – he was having trouble adjusting to the fact that he didn’t have to scream to get things done in his new Glee Club, and the fact that while he could be Kurt, still, he just had to tone it down a little, because he didn’t have to stand out so much just to survive. Aside from all that, though, there was one thing that Kurt was having trouble with.

As soon as he had finally come to terms with just how uptight Dalton seemed to be… He found out about the parties.

They were almost always held off-campus at a day student’s house, or the house of a boarder who lived within reachable distance, they happened every weekend, and there were always, always copious amounts of alcohol. Kurt had basically abstained from drinking since April Rhodes had given him that concoction and it had caused him to vomit all over Ms. Pillsbury’s (now Mrs. Pillsbury-Howell’s) Jimmy Choos. Honestly, that could keep anyone from drinking. So, he denied invitations to these regular parties, and opted to stay in his room and attempt some homework instead.

However, his homework was getting really boring by the time Blaine drunk dialed him.

“Kurt! Hey, hey, hey. No- no, hey, guys, Kurt answered!”
The younger boy smirked a little. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Blaine?”

There was a giggle. “I’m drunk. Wes and David sh-said I should call you and see if you’d take me home!”

“You mean bring you back to the school?”

“Yeah!” Blaine hiccupped and giggled again.

Well, it wasn’t like Kurt had anything else to do. And okay, he would totally be lying to himself if he said that drunk Blaine wasn’t the cutest thing he’d ever heard. “Alright, fine. You’re gonna have to give me the address, though, and I should be there in ten minutes or so.”
“Yay!”

-.-.-.-.-

The drive back to Dalton had gone well. Well, okay, it was a little awkward with Blaine just randomly giggling, and Kurt not wanting to question it for fear of extreme distraction. But once they got back to the school and Blaine hadn’t done anything really stupid, Kurt was pretty sure he was in the clear.

Then, as Kurt had been walking with the other boy’s arm over his shoulders and one arm around his waist to help support him, Blaine had started to hum. It wasn’t a song Kurt was familiar with, but it had a nice tune, and he almost asked Blaine what it was before the other boy started to sing under his breath. “I want it with whipped cream on it, baby gimme, gimme, gimme your love.”

Kurt stopped, and Blaine kept moving, ended up stumbling, and when Kurt moved forward again, trying to catch him, he went too far ahead and Blaine fell into his back, his chin hooking over the other boy’s shoulder. “What – uh – what was that? You were just singing?” Kurt practically squeaked. He would again totally be lying if he said that he wasn’t extremely attracted to Blaine, and having your crush sing something like that even remotely close to your ear… Well, it was an unexpected moment for Kurt, to say the least.

“I dunno.” Blaine giggled again, a little breathless and Kurt shivered when he felt the laugh brush his neck. “They played at it the party.”

Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed trying to get his head straight, ignoring Blaine’s word confusion, when suddenly, Blaine’s arms wrapped around his waist. “What- What are you doing?”

“I think I’m entitled to your body honey, got a little problem with personal space.”

To say that Blaine had a ‘little problem with personal space’ at that moment in time was the understatement of the year. He had practically attached himself to Kurt’s back, and the younger boy could still feel Blaine’s breathy singing on his neck, and it was taking every single ounce of self-control in him to not press Blaine into the nearest wall and completely ravish him. But Blaine was drunk. And that was a bad plan, because one of them would regret it in the morning, or Blaine wouldn’t remember it… Or… Well, there were very important reasons as to why Kurt could not do that. He just really couldn’t think of any nice convincing ones at that very moment.
And then Kurt noticed the warm, very distracting sensation on his neck, and… Oh. Oh, oh- “Blaine.” Kurt all but moaned as he tilted his head to the side and Blaine licked a warm stripe up one side of his neck.

But then, suddenly, Kurt’s head cleared. “Wait, wait, wait.” He moved Blaine’s hands, taking them in his own as he spun around to face the other boy. “You are drunk. And this is a very bad plan. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

Blaine smirked as he guided Kurt over to the wall and placed his hands on either side of his face. “I really, really think you would disagree with that if you gave me a chance.” It was kind of amazing how quickly drunken Blaine had gone from cute to horny, and – wait. Had Blaine just practically propositioned him?

“Blaine, I think you should –“ and then Blaine was kissing his way up Kurt’s neck and across his jaw while loosening his tie and dropping back down to nibble a little on his collarbone. “I, I think you need to –“ and then Blaine was sucking on the dip in his collarbone and he scraped his teeth back over the sensitive flesh and Kurt found his fingers tangling in Blaine’s hair of their own accord. “You should stop,” he said weakly, noticing that Blaine’s hair was actually really curly, and when had that happened?

Blaine brought his gaze back to Kurt’s and he grinned. “I’m not g-g-g-gonna give up all the money ‘til you admit you wanna stand by the fire.”

The new, husky tone to Blaine’s voice drove Kurt over the edge, and before he knew it, he had grabbed the other boy’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss, all awkward tongues and teeth, because Blaine was drunk and Kurt wasn’t totally sure what he was doing, but Blaine’s tongue was in his mouth, and Kurt really could not have cared less about anything else in the world at that point. When they broke apart for air, Kurt managed to realize they were right by the door to his room, and he had a single, so he kept his hold on Blaine’s tie and dragged him into the room before pushing him up against the door and ravishing his mouth again. Their techniques had improved a little by this point in the kiss, and Blaine’s tongue was twirling patterns on the roof of Kurt’s mouth, and they barely pulled apart, panting and taking in each other’s air and scent, and everything was so warm – Kurt’s hands, one on Blaine’s chest, and one on his hip, and Blaine had his hands in Kurt’s back pockets – and then Blaine slumped forward onto Kurt’s shoulder and passed out.

Kurt groaned. “Really?” He managed to somehow drag Blaine over to his couch and lay him down before everything hit him.

He had just made out with his best friend (well, other than Mercedes, of course, and Kurt was not thinking of Mercedes right now when he had just been making out with a ridiculously hot boy) and the first out of the closet gay boy he had met aside from himself. “Way to screw up, Hummel,” he muttered under his breath. He decided to leave Blaine in his disheveled uniform on the couch, just draping a blanket over him, and Kurt quickly changed before he settled into bed.

He couldn’t decide if wanted Blaine to remember when he woke up in the morning, or if he wanted to just forget the whole thing had happened.