"Kuuurtieee..." Blaine slurred, sprawled on top of a piano. He was holding a nearly empty vodka bottle as if it were a sippy cup.
"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt responded, watching his husband closely.
"Did you know that I'm gay?" Blaine asked, sitting up, then falling back down.
"Yes, honey. We're married." Kurt held in a laugh.
"Wow."
Blaine rolled to lie on his stomach, then slithered off of the piano to sit on Kurt's lap.
He threw his arms around Kurt's neck, and leaned into the older man.
"Comfortable, Blainey?" Asked Kurt, pressing a kiss on his forehead.
"You smell like bubblegum and Jesus." Blaine smiled, curling into a ball.
Kurt laughed. "Thanks?"
"Country boy, I love youuuu! Euahhh." Blaine yelled into Kurt's ear.
"Blaine you're so dru-"
"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!" Blaine slurred, taking another swig from the vodka bottle.
"Okay, honey." Kurt slowly stood up, taking the vodka bottle away from Blaine.
"Mah juice!" Blaine screamed.
"It's okay, it's okay." Kurt struggled trying to get Blaine to stand up.
He eventually gave up and picked up Blaine bridal style.
"I'm flying, Kurtie!"
"Yeah, okay." Kurt smiled.
Blaine closed his eyes as Kurt opened the passenger seat of his car.
Suddenly Blaine opened his eyes, "MY CROISSANT!" He yelled.
"Jesus Christ, Blaine! Just, calm down please!" Kurt yelled.
"'kay!" Blaine shut his eyes again.
"Next time you're the designated driver." Kurt shook his head, panting at the amount of work it took to get Blaine to the car.
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yeah i just stayed up till 2 am watching vines
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