New York, You're Perfect

New York, You're Perfect - Chapter Eight?

Hey guys and girls! How're you all doing? So I've totally been neglecting you with authors notes and such, so I'm sorry. II have no funny stories to tell, but I just want to let you guys know I love you, you mean the World to me. And I hope you like the chapter. As always, I do not own anything, however much I really wish I did. Also, KLAINE ARE ENDGAME. I just need to throw that out there before they possibly break up.

                All three off them remained frozen for a few moments; before the phone started buzzing again, drawing all eyes to it and the name flashing across the screen. Kurt was staring wide-eyed at the offending item as though it were about to leap up and bite him. None of them spoke. Finally the buzzing became too much and Kurt picked the phone up and with a violence that Blaine hadn’t realised he had possessed launched it at the wall, which it hit with a dull crack before falling to the floor in multiple pieces.

“Santana,” Blaine spoke quietly, and the girl looked up in surprise, Kurt remained staring at his hand as though he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done, “Could you please go and get some more drinks? Something a little stronger than this?” He held out a twenty dollar bill which she just waved away, before heading across to the bar.

“Looks like I owe Rachel a new phone.” Kurt leaned forward to collect the broken scraps of plastic. Blaine was surprised at how even his voice came out, but saw the slight tremor of his hands that suggested he wasn’t quite as put together as he wanted to appear.

“Kurt…” Blaine’s voice was low, tender, but Kurt just held a hand up to stop his words, shaking his head. “Kurt…”

“Please Blaine, just don’t. I’m fine.”

“Kurt please…?”

“Seriously, I’m okay; I just… that was a surprise.” Kurt chuckled breathlessly, before dropping his head so it was in his hands. Blaine tightened his arms a little around Kurt’s waist, but didn’t say anything. It was a few minutes until Santana returned with an almost full bottle of vodka in her hand.

“It’s always helpful to be a hot chick in a skintight dress.” She smirked in response to their questioning looks, and both boys laughed. “Is Berry not back yet?” She looked around, as though expecting the girl to be lurking beside her.

“St. James. And haven’t you noticed; both parts of the happy couple went off to the bathroom together.” Kurt shrugged, and there was a moment of stunned silence, before Santana let out a breath of impressed laughter.

“Damn, I never thought the hobbit had it in her. Well played St. James!” She set the bottle on the table, where it was immediately swiped up by Kurt. Blaine eyed him worriedly as he took a good couple of gulps, but Santana just gave a subtle shake of the head. She knew how useful some liquid courage could be for calming the nerves.

“When Rach and Jesse come back, this never happened; I dropped the phone before I could answer it. Deal?”

“Kurt, are you alright?” Blaine asked, frowning at the boy he loved.

“I’m fine Blaine; you don’t need to worry about me.” He flipped his hand dismissively before taking another sip of Vodka, and once again Blaine and Santana shared a concerned look.

“Okay. We won’t tell Rach anything.” Santana smiled, reaching for Kurt’s hand and squeezing it briefly.

“Come on, let’s go dance.” Kurt grinned, getting up from his seat on Blaine’s lap and pulling the curly haired man up behind him. As they headed towards the dance floor, Blaine snagged Santana’s hand; Kurt snagged the bottle of drink.

               “Kurt, come on, we need to get you home honey, you have rehearsal tomorrow.” Blaine sighed as he hooked his arm around Kurt’s waist, who had somehow managed to drink the entire bottle of vodka without any help from his friends. Rachel and Jesse had left about an hour before, claiming to each have an audition in the morning, but Blaine suspected that they simply wanted to continue their bathroom escapades in a slightly cleaner environment. Rachel hadn’t minded about her broken phone, especially when Kurt and Blaine (mostly Blaine) insisted they would buy her a new one; she was more upset that she didn’t know who had been calling.