p: kurt nssp – pianokeysandbowties back up

nothing pancakes can’t cure.

Kurt had just got into the cab when he heard the thud and immediately after Blaine grabbing his head. “Goodness! Are you okay, honey?” he asked with concern, then he chuckled softly and leaned his head on top of Blaine’s when he rested it on his shoulder, his lips kissing the aching spot gently. “Yes, that’s just one of the few blessings of the alcohol, it spreads the pain threshold over a thousand.” He giggled and shook his head, then looked right into his eyes as he turned to face him and started talking about what he wanted to do when they got home. Kurt knew for sure that if it had anything to do with sex then his fiancé would need a cold shower soon, since he has a rule against drunken sex and nothing was going to break it. “Aw baby, those are the munchies” he said with relief, then smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll make them for you. Chocolate chip and banana, right?” Shortly after, the taxi was already entering in their neighborhood.

Just to be on the safe side, he curled himself up into the corner of the cab to keep his head from introducing itself to anything else on the ride there. Caught up looking into Kurt’s eyes–Blaine’s pinched at their corners as lips curved broadly upwards. Yes. Pancakes. Just pancakes! He knew that stare. Felt the scrutiny of it through his foggy brain and replayed his sales pitch for fluffy breakfast goodness inside his head. Oh! Yeah. He definitely deserved that look. “Sorry, I didn’t mean,” he mumbled between his mouth and Kurt’s chin while getting pecked on the nose. “That sounds delicious,” he hummed careful not to chase after Kurt for another kiss. No amount of being drunk would ever make him cross the line of that rule. Ever. Considering.. Blinking out of that thought–he uncurled from the safety of his spot and with Kurt’s assistance–was out of the car and upstairs with only minimal stumbles, giggles and clutches against his fiance’s side. “I have no idea how you put up with me but I’m glad you do.” Thunk! Down onto the couch he folded like a stack of playing cards with the bottom one being pulled out. “I’m drunk..” Hello Captain Obvious!

notsosweetporcelain.

Kurt gasped and grabbed Blaine a bit tighter when he gave a wrong step forward, his giggle still present while the man trying to make a point about him not being able to get a hangover. “You say that, honey, but you will. Don’t worry. I’ll be there to make you feel better, yes?” He smiled and kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful time, and you being there with me made it all better.” He looked around and finally spotted an oncoming taxi, then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers at it, making it stop right in front of them. “Voilá! Here it is, now let’s go home, shall we?” Making sure that Blaine wouldn’t fall again, Kurt led him to the cab and sat him down before he tried to push his legs inside. “Scoot over so I can come in there with you, sweetie?” He chuckled.

Blaine was easily stuffed into the cab and even managed to pick up both feet and scoot them inside just to make Kurt’s life easier. A few wiggles of his hips later and a thunk against the window was followed by peels of blissfully drunken laughter bubbling out of him. “Ouch!” Then a contrast to the complaint–”That should hurt more than it did,” he blurted out while rubbing the side of his head. As soon as Kurt was settled into the cab, the lean against the window became the lean against Kurt’s shoulder. Fingers moved from where they were rubbing the dull throb away to touch the side of Kurt’s cheek and turn his head until they were nose to nose. “You know what I want when I get home…?” Oh the brief pause and the way he looked from Kurt’s eyes to his lips and back could leave so much room to the imagination. “I want to make..” His free hand squeezed Kurt’s hip and gave it a little tug closer. Just to prove his point on how seriously needy he was for..

“Pancakes..”

notsosweetporcelain.

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?

meme continuation. @notsosweetporcelain

“I didn’t mean the ride, Kurt. I meant the movie,” Blaine grinned happily as his shoulder bounced off Kurt’s for the–. How many times? He lost count. A swayed step had him slinging his arm around his fiance’s shoulder for better footing. “Just call me Captain Jack Sparrow.” With a matter of fact nod backed up by an overly drunken imitation of the pirate’s eye narrowing game, Blaine broke into another peel of laughter and held up his hand. “Me? Bah! Only a little bit!” His thumb and forefinger pinched together about an inch apart to show the under-exaggeration of how much alcohol was flowing through his system. “See?”