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While trying to give his fiancé as much support as he could, Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as the man’s state, thinking that he was awfully cute, and also thankful that he was a happy drunk and not a gross one. Plus, it had been a night to celebrate so he wasn’t about to begrudge him about that, but just ride it along with him until hangover would strike. “Baby, I’m confident that it’s a bit more than just that tiny bit. Now, let’s get home and get you plenty of water and some aspirin for that mighty headache you will soon have.” He looked around to see if he could spot a taxi on the streets.

The hold he had on Kurt slipped from being looped under one arm and over the taller man’s shoulder down to his waist.  Why?  So his head could rest against it instead.  That’s why! Blaine’s eyes were bright, full of the drunken overly-chuckle happy buzz he was gazing up at Kurt in admiration with.  There was nothing more beautiful than Kurt’s laugh.  Has he told him that lately?  Better fix it if not.  “I love it when you laugh.  Even if it’s at my expense,” a dramatic pout complete with scrunchy face and jutted out lip followed.  Though it only lasted as long as a stumbled step and his fist clutching onto Kurt’s coat. “Hangover?  No,” his free hand motioned in the negative with a wave, “I refuse.”  Could he will a hangover away? Probably not.  Worth a try! “Did you have fun? I did.”  Way too much fun. Where were all the cabs anyway?