( mssg » blaine ) no prob, bro. just thought yofu should know ( mssg » blaine ) io’m good. like really good. though puck baievld on me so looks like gi’m walkinsg home.. ( mssg » blaine )
ylou kinda right thinking that cause i am, a tiny lot to be honest.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I appreciate you taking the time to think about it and then letting me know, Sam. ( mssg » sam | sent ) Walking home? You’re not walking home. It’s way too cold out. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up. I’ll even bring some water and Advil to get the first punch on your possible hangover tomorrow.
( mssg » sam | sent ) A tiny a lot, huh? Yeah. I think you’re right.
“Blaine…Bla—ine,” they went to a party, Barry wanted to blend in, and for once remember what it was like to get at least tipsy. So he might have taken the power dampening cuffs.. bracelet, whatever things. Yes, yes, this wasn’t their intended use. Oh well. Barry made his way over to the other, swaying a little till he collided with him, and grinned. “Look, look, you have to try this– it tastes like blue berry pancakes,” a giggle, “Get it? Blue berry? Because my name’s Barry.”
So. This is what his boyfriend looked like drunk? Blaine laughed as he watched Barry drunkenly saunter over. Okay. Saunter was a word used very loosely. Drunkenly–though? Yeah! That was spot on. Laughter turned into a bright grin as their bodies collided. Blaine’s arm wrapped around his slender waist to keep him near as he perked up and looked at the drink. “Does it? That sounds,” he stopped at Barry’s giggle and then promptly broke into his own fit of giddy chuckling. “Wow. You’re right! How creative of you.” This was too adorable for words. Barry was aiming for tipsy and bypassed it three drinks ago. Even a slowed down speedster could apparently not help himself from rushing towards something. In this case? It was getting hammered. “Are you having fun,” he asked wiggling his fingers for Barry to turn over the glass so he could have a taste.
( mssg » wrong # | sent ) Falling for the competition? Did you actually just..? That’s blowing things way out of proportion! Don’t get me wrong, I know how dramatic we can be to each other but.. There’s no way he has feelings for me. He wouldn’t. We’re just friends.
send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
( mssg » puck | sent ) I know this might sound a little odd seeing as how we usually only see one another at parties or the Lima Bean in passing. But. I figure I’d go to the self-proclaimed expert with a few questions.. You know.. Wait. Is this weird?
send me ♣ for a drunk text
( mssg » puck | sent ) turns otu that one drink might ve been enough. should hvae stopped there. didn’t! Now i cant’ stop thinkgin that you were hidign something from me that nightr at your apartment. i think it jusrt took cheap liquor g to give me the nerve to sayt it
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!
Puck shrugged. “I mean, going to a party and not drinking is kinda boring. At least for me it would be. Then again, I like being the life of the party.” Drinking had always helped him deal with any pain he was feeling. It would magically disappear (for a bit) once he had a sip of alcohol. “Stick around us for too long and your name will definitely appear in the who’s with who pool. It’s bound to happen, dude. Though, once ya get used to the water, it ain’t too bad.” He chuckled, more to himself than to Blaine. “I’ve been in the deep end for years and I haven’t drowned yet.”
“Wow. That’s a great pitch. However? I think I better put a plug in the alcohol bottle when it swings in my direction. We’ve had what? Three parties with drinking involved. Two after we swore we were all on the wagon,” the light in his eyes and the lopsided smirk he tossed at Puck said Blaine was half-drunk joking around. Things were back to being easy between them. No more awkward skirts around what happened. Just. Talking. And picking on Puck was actually pretty fun. Why stop? Oh! And he DID–technically–have a point to make! “A promise, mind you, that Isomehow got pulled into that one even though I don’t go to McKinley and the one that made me promise it doesn’t either. Totally unfair. ANYWAY. Two out of those three times? I’ve ended up dipping my toes said pool and I think it’s time to stop before I end up in the deep end. I’ve heard the stories. They’re as confusing as the chain that links them all. No offense. But how do you guys get any practice done without someone wanting to drown someone because they’re making out with the person you made out with two days ago?”
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt? Wait? This is you pre-drunk? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you sure you need more right now? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Please, can we talk? I don’t think I can just “Please disregard” that..
So far it seemed like the two of them were both stumbling over their words, and given their situation it wasn’t all that surprising. Granted, the speedster had also agreed to doing this– although it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about it nevertheless. When he had finally spotted Blaine, and settled next to him. His first thought was that this guy was rather cute, and the bowtie thing just added to it in a way. While alcohol might not have any affect on him, that didn’t mean Barry wouldn’t mind a taste. “Sure, a drink sounds good,” he replied with a grin. Although if the other ended up getting drunk, there’s no way Barry would go further than talking though. He’s not an ass. “I could start out asking if you come here often, but that sounds corny, and a pretty bad pick up line,” he lightly joked. Barry ordered a drink for himself, getting it a few moments later, and took a sip. His eyes looking Blaine over, he had tried to do is discreetly, although he got the feeling that the other might have taken notice of it. “I… have to admit I was kind of worried coming here,” he supplied as he chuckled lightly. “This is my first time doing something like this,and you can probably tell.” Barry uttered, rubbing the back of his head a little, and messing with his own hair. The speedster continued to smile, although a little more subtle. “But— kind of glad I came here actually.”
After reminding himself that this didn’t need to go anywhere. That the two of them could simply share a drink or two and go their separate ways–Blaine nursed a few sips from his glass and let the warmth of the liquor fill first his stomach and then move through his veins. It was a calming sensation. One that might give him more courage to sit here and talk with the guy now that it’d already given him enough to dial a random number scribbled on a bathroom wall. Yes, it might be to tell the person their name was plastered inside a stall in one of the most popular bars in New York City..but was it really? A certain level of lonely and booze might’ve been the root cause of it. But. Whatever. They were here–together–now. Might as well not look like a bumbling idiot all night and enjoy having someone to drink with that wasn’t a regular who only knew him because they both came here so much. Or the bartender. Laughing bent his elbow against the counter and lifted his hand to prop the edge of his jaw up–Blaine shrugged and bounced the straw off the pieces of ice the other. “I admit that I was nervous for you to come here. It’s not like I make a habit out of dialing numbers on random stalls,” his breath hitched and he made sure to circle back with a firm, “I don’t. But in the age of a million dating apps? No one ever does that much anymore. I mean–unless you did–in which case,” His smile turned uneven and he rolled his eyes at himself. Deflating–his hand dropped to touch his glass and he grinned down at it. “I’m glad you came here, too.”
“Nah, you weren’t making a fool of yourself! And yeah, that’s true.” When Blaine had kissed Rachel, everyone couldn’t stop talking about it. Puck had just assumed Blaine was gay and then that had happened. He nodded his head. “Yeah, that’s probably true. It’s burned in all of our minds even if we all were totally wasted at the time. It’s funny…We’ve both kissed Rachel Berry and now each other.” He frowned when something dawned on him. “God, we really are like the most incestuous group of friends to ever exist.” He was joking, sort of. It was hard to keep track of everyone’s relationships. He’d realized that the rumor about performing arts kids being horny all of the time was true.
“Incestuous? Really? I’ve hit that level already?” Blaine’s nose scrunched as he spoke–it was hard not to agree with Puck with the stories that Kurt told him about who was with who and who hated who. The New Directions seemed to have changes of heart every other week on who they were in love with. But–hey! He didn’t count, did he? A drunken game of spin the bottle wasn’t supposed to mean anything. And kissing Puck? That was a mistake. Right? If the other would have him believe anything else–it was starting to become overly evident that it was the ONLY way Puck would want to think about their hallway encounter–then maybe this one didn’t either. Or Puck was dead on and he was starting to fall into that trap. “Maybe staying sober the next go round might be a good idea. At least for me,” he laughed helplessly as a splash of red warmed the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. “I should keep my name out of the pool of who’s with who before I end up in a three solo cup refill vodka and cranberry juice nose drive into the deep end?”
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..
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?
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