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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..”