Less “meet cute.”  More “meet ugly.”
7. My muse is drunk and tried to throw a brick through their ex’s window, but got your muse’s window instead. @babystepswrites (Dave)

Chilly air was supposed to cool him off and sober him up.  That was the plan anyway.  Or so the lights coming on at the bar and him needing to walk some of this off before he called a cab said.  It’d been hours since he walked out of McKinley hell bent on getting obliviated and forgetting this entire day and, damn, the drinks worked but now that he was left with his thoughts?  Like gravity decided to throw him a curveball by a reminder of everything he was aiming to let go?  He ended up walking several blocks down..Kurt’s street.

The more he thought–the more he had left to say.  Bowtie dangling loose at his neck–Blaine fought to finally untie it and even messed up his hair in how many times he kept running his fingers along his scalp as frustration built up and boiled over into anger.  No. Their conversation wasn’t done.  –How can you expect me to forget everything when I know you’re here.  The second time since..and the first you didn’t tell me because you were doing me a “favor” I didn’t need!–  Oh!  That was only one of many things he had to say to his ex-fiance’.

He meant to get his attention.  That’s all.  Wobbling as he stood up with the small rock he grabbed from a crumbling sidewalk, Blaine stopped in front of Hudson-Hummel’s and staggered as he took aim at Kurt’s window and chucked it stumbling forward as he let it go. Problem?  It wasn’t the right house. Nor was it the small rock he grabbed but a chunk of stone from the pavement.  Moment of sobriety a second too late?  A pitched, hiccuping scream echoed a CRASH that shattered the window and took the curtains off with it. Billowing white fell from the window and landed on the lawn  Blaine stared in horror, fingers touching his upper lip at the hellish nightmare he had no chance of waking up from because..this was real life.