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!