needs a blanket and some advil.

                 ‘Don’t get you.’ Sebastian mumbled, at Blaine’s
                  joke, too drunk to understand, though he wasn’t
                  drunk enough not to appreciate Blaine’s strong
                  arms working to keep him up straight. At the 
                  other’s remark, Sebastian rose eyebrows then
                  screwed them together. Then he laughed. All
                  but a giggle. ‘Think you’re drunker than me
                  killer.’ He snickered. For some reason, the
                  prospect of Blaine being drunker than him was
                  highly amusing. He breathed in, as they got
                  to the cold air outside, and gave Blaine a rather
                  unimpressed look. ‘I still know that, Blainers. 
                  Certainly. Not your dick.’ He remarked at the
                  other’s unnecessary announcement, about that
                  being his neck. The next question made Sebastian
                  stop cold on his tracks, almost bringing them both
                  down as he did. ‘Whoah.’ He chuckled, before
                  regaining his scowl. ‘How can you NOT know ‘bout
                  Rage, Blainers. Are you NOT──── a man, gay man
                  man gay.’ Frown. Before pointing at him, ‘Of 
                  SUBSTANCE??’ He stopped him, placing both 
                  unsteady hands on his shoulders. ‘Rage. Killer. Rage.
                  Gay

─── Best hero. Rage.’ He purses his lips lightly
                  frustrated, before remembering something. ‘Brian.
                  Brian Kinney’s Rage. You should be flatter’d.’

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh at the face Sebastian pulled
when he tried to lay blame on HIM being the most drunk.
The way he exaggerated his  trademark look of ‘wow, I’m
staring at an idiot’ eyebrow lift?  Blaine wished he took a
picture to prove how ridiculously cute he could be when he
was too wasted to care.  –No he did not just think of or use
that word in relation to Sebastian.–  He did.  It was easy to
dismiss when it was followed up by THAT. “Right.  Right.
Definitely not.  Oop!  They were stopping! Blaine’s eyes flew
open and his, “Woah!”, echoed Seb’s. Blaine’s only more
caught off guard.  His grin disappeared with a skid to catch
his footing so they both wouldn’t fall. Close but so far, neither
ended up on the ground. Oh no.  Here came the ‘serious
drunk talk’ and Blaine couldn’t wait to see what was going to
come next.  That comparison was the last thing he’d expect.
He stuttered out a quick, “Hang on.  Comic books?  When
were you into comic books,” after a Cooper-esque jab of a
finger in his direction. “Okayyy then.  Uhm–,” Blaine pressed
his lips tight and hung his head in feigned shame. Even
heavily sighed at himself to top it off.  “How did I not follow
you.  Thanks though.  I am flattered. Brian Kinney’s. Really?”
He grinned when their eyes met before he stepped out of
Seb’s grip to wrap one arm around his waist. The other
patted his chest through his nod at the cab.  Fair warning
they were about to start moving. “Alright, Seb.  Time to go
before you pass out on me. Because carrying you up a
bunch of stone steps isn’t something I wanna do tonight.”