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Blaine wasn’t sure how he got into Kurt’s car. Or how long it took them to get from Rachel’s house to Kurt’s. What he was sure of?? He had a good time along the way! The radio played and he sang along with his head against the doorframe letting the cool breeze wash over his face. Parachute, Train, he even hummed to a random song in between telling Kurt how amazing he was that he offered to take him home. And thanking him repeatedly. His firm nods backed up his conviction the he thought Kurt was a good person every time (4 and counting) that said so.

Sure, tomorrow might bring a world of pain from things that happened he couldn’t remember and others that he, certainly, would. Tonight? Nothing hurt. Not a single thing. Counting to twenty while walking a straight line would probably make his head explode but!!! Life was good. “Kurt! Are we? Wow. We are,” an uneven smile and sparkling hazel eyes stared in shock from Kurt who was standing outside the car with his door open and Kurt’s house. “That was..fast!”

Their journey inside was a stumbling mess of an arm slung around Kurt’s shoulders, Blaine grasping every other step up at the staircase railing and trying to be as quiet as possible as they climbed it and Kurt escorted him down the hall. Surprisingly, he managed it. Except for tiny gasps when he thought he might lose his footing. Or a giggle the one time he did when they were in the safety of Kurt’s bedroom behind his closed door.

“Is this your room,” asked Captain Oblivious as fingertips swatted for nearest thing to grab onto for balance. They landed on Kurt’s closet

doorknob

and Blaine held it in a vice grip, shoulder on the door trying to act way more sober than he really was. Pouting in thought, he rubbed the back. “I like it. It’s very you. Kurt? Can I ask you something?” Oh boy. Here we go.

sam. @indiesamevans

“You totally are my best friend too, Blainey. Like the bestest of best friends EVER. My bestest BFF” Sam’s words might be slurred due to the amount of alcohol but he meant every word of what he said. He grinned slightly as he leaned into Blaine’s personal space to nudge him with a shoulder. “Like I’d let everybody do bodyshots with me.. only you and that’s saying something.”

Blaine should have cut himself off half a drink ago. Or more. But when everyone around you is downing whatever this was that looked like blueberries but smelled like turpentine and you’re too caught up in the moment to hit the breaks. Confessing his adoration for Sam’s friendship had him hanging on whatever the blond would say back. Maybe a little too hopeful and hell bent on liquid courage..here is where he finds himself. Arm slung over Sam’s shoulders and blinking at his best friend’s reaction. Body shots? Lips puckered, cheeks dusted pink, his heart raced to catch up to a few skipped beats. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, “Body shots. Me too.. Definitely.” You know? Platonic body shots. Those are a thing. Right? Totally a thing.

kurt.

_{( SMS : BLAINE ) ii hpoe you still like your adam levine 😉😉😉}
_{( SMS : BLAINE )}_{it gets better 👻👻👻}

( mssg » kurt | sent ) Well, hello, Kurt. I think it’s impossible for me to stop my Adam Levine addiction. That’s a lot of typos and winkie faces. Oh wow! Ghosts even! It gets better? You know it does. Always. Kurt? Um.. You okay?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. Hold on! Let me guess. You’re feeling more than okay? This is a surprise, albeit, what I think is about to become a very entertaining one. I’m so here for this.

meme continuation. @devilraged

( mssg » bowties | sent ) Either a crevice in a possibly attractive ( i know your track record has been patchy ) gay wonderboys bedroom, or down the gutter like you seem to be.
( mssg » bowties | sent ) Alright, where are you, blackout?

( mssg » santana | sent ) lIsten, lady! Who are you do jUde my choices? i do happen to Remmber a certain stalker who shoewd up at Your aprtment and kept leaving more and more of her stuff after two dates not every long ago! so gutter me all you want! !! THat only makes you a hyprocrite.
( mssg » santana | sent ) AT the bar in the Vilage where we took RAchel. Thesea re my peopel I belong here but my pants apparently decided to elave. bring me pants.
( mssg » santana | sent ) notyour yoga pants either I know I gave you a key. don’t do that to me.

my beautiful drunk idiot.

Barry was a mess, not a horrible one, he wasn’t unhappy, depressed, no feeling that familiar twinge of guilt and remorse. He was a happy sort of mess. Carefree, and joyful. He’s laughing without a care, and when was the last time he managed to do that? Perhaps before Zoom. Since then it had been difficult, and he knew it caused his lover to worry. Yet here they were, together, with Barry being ridiculous and somehow managing to not fall over his own long limbs. Blaine was being the responsible one, mostly. “W-well, I’m being really nice, I could have said like a thousand kisses! And then you’ll never be able to stop kissing me,but yeah I guess you can pace yourself, I like your kisses.” he uttered with a slight huff. See? Super nice of him! Where he a little more coherent, he’d probably drag his boyfriend away from here, and kiss him. Not stop kissing him till they were back home, and even then more kisses would follow. Accompanied with more– fun actives. But he’s not that coherent right, running and being drunk would not go well for the speedster he knew that much. Despite the innocent kisses, his cheeks flushed more, no longer red from just the alcohol as he blushed. “Um…” he cleared his throat, they just felt intimate. “I think, I think they count– but I should return the favor.” And so he did, but he’s a little tricky too. Bringing Blaine’s hand to his lips, kissing the finger tips, till his smirked. Playfully licking at them, slipping his pointer finger into his mouth. While he might drunk, he was still Barry, and Barry could be a little mean.

Seeing Barry so content with the world around him made Blaine utterly thrilled. There was no weight of the universe behind his eyes that he often glimpsed when Barry let his guard down and didn’t realize he was letting it slip. There was no distance between them that Blaine couldn’t help feeling when he saw walls built up from secrets and stories about his horrible days seeing the worst of people that he couldn’t come home and talk to him about. Unless it was in vague enough terms that he wasn’t breaking the law by doing so. The support systems that Blaine wanted, desperately, to give him were only pieces that he begged, when he was alone, were enough weren’t really needed here tonight. They were safe, together and happy. As drunk as his boyfriend was, he didn’t mind. Not when he could manage them both by keeping himself on the sober side of buzzed so he could lasso him in if he had to. Or laugh along with him as their bodies moved together on the dance floor. Even when Barry teased him as playfully as he did, all Blaine gave was a lighthearted roll of his eyes before smirking and pulling both of their hands out of range of Barry’s mouth. Speaking of lassoing in. “Okay, okay. Slow down, Mister. I don’t this sober you would be jumping the ‘I’m going to suck on your fingers in public” line. Maybe. Probably.” Okay so Barry might but if they were going to go anywhere close to suggestive besides dancing and the kiss that Blaine was on his toes to give just now? Then he wanted Barry more sober than he currently was. Not that it didn’t feel good. Barry knew Blaine’s weakness when it came to that. The devilish man was playing a wicked hand. Blaine just had to trump him a bit higher. His finger that’d been in Barry’s mouth was still tingling when he ran the edge of it along a pale temple tracing the freckles he could find there. “Having fun?”

theindieflash.

Sebastian tapped his hand against the top of the bar, a grin tugging at his lips as he turned to look at Blaine for a moment, “Consider it done,” he nodded, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention and order them both another round of drinks. It usually took him a lot more than a couple of drinks to get him buzzed, so he figured he’d be okay, besides, tonight was all about Blaine and helping him forget about whatever bad day he’d been having. He could totally do that.

He shrugged his shoulders as Blaine’s question, taking a moment to look around the rest of the club, it wasn’t as if there was anyone else in here tonight worth his interest, especially not when Blaine was stood this close to him. So, he turned back to look at Blaine and gave him his usual smile, “Nothing as dramatic as you, Killer, I’m afraid you’re the only one who’s drowning their sorrows tonight, i just wanted to get out of the house. And since this is Lima’s only gar bar, my options were pretty limited,”

Blaine blinked as Sebastian ordered them another round before he was even finished choking down the few last sips of his first drink. Oh well. They were both here to get a drink (or two..or..maybe more..who knows?) and he didn’t necessarily want either one of them to stop. Not yet anyway. Sebastian deserved a drink just for offering to put up with his miserable self. Mental note to himself that he owed buying Sebastian a round next time.

Sebastian’s turning to glance at the body of the club behind him drew Blaine’s attention from the corner of his eye and he shifted to look up at his friend’s profile. For a moment he wondered if Sebastian knew how grateful he was to have him in his life. Knowing himself? He’d end up telling him if he got to the bottom of a few drinks. A drunk him was a lovey him. No hope for escape! He gave Sebastian a lopsided half-smile, brows flinching upwards in time with his shoulders. “Thanks for giving me the chance to,” their drinks were slid across the bar and Blaine blindly reached for his not looking away from the taller of the pair, “Well. I promise not to damper your night too much with my mood. I mean..I’m here to forget right? Which means we are going to have to dance later.” His smile widened. “Maybe?”

theindieflash.

Sebastian shrugged in response, turning his body to the side so that he could look at Blaine properly, he knew tonight was mostly about cheering Blaine up, but he couldn’t resist checking him out with him stood this close. His lips curled up into his signature smirk, as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a small sip, before finally speaking up. “I figured you could use a drink after the day you’ve had,”

He reached out, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, before leaning back a little on his bar stool. “Now this is better than wallowing at home, right Killer?” he asked with a grin, “So how about we get a few more of those inside of you, and we can hit the dance floor, and you can put today all behind you, hm?”

His glass rose up in time with Sebastian’s so he could return the tip with a small tuck of his chin towards his collar in thanks before taking a small inhale of the drink and downing his first sip. The liquor was stronger than he was used to but there was a sweetness to it that made it more palatable and less embarrassingly cringeworthy if he’d have choked on it. A sweep of his tongue over his bottom lip erased the traces of it from his skin before he smirked down at the contents inside the glass. Both brows shot up in the affirmative and the second sip was more than enough of a ‘you’re right’ than he ever could have said out loud.

Today was a day he’d come here to forget. For a plethora of reasons he’d rather not think about (sort of negated the whole forgetting part–didn’t it?). Blaine smiled at the pat and let his weight rest against Sebastian’s shoulder for just a moment–another thanks, another means of just showing he was glad for the invite–and he was climbing up onto the stool to perch beside his friend. “I’m not sure I’m up for dancing but a few more of these,” the bottom of the glass rocked back and forth in his hand, “and I might be.” They could both hope? “By the way.. What are you doing here tonight?”

rachel berry.

Rachel smiled softly into the phone, she wasn’t sure if that the case, although she had made a mental note to herself that she was never going to drink again. The humiliation had certainly done the trick, and it wasn’t something that she wanted a repeat of. “Well, never say that the New Directions don’t know how to leave a lasting impression,” she chuckled, resting her head against the phone, somewhat glad for Blaine’s unexpected phone call. If anything she’d thought Kurt may have called and expressed his concern, but Blaine? Certainly not, but the gesture was sweet, and definitely not one that she took for granted.

“I’d like that,” she nodded, heading over to the closet and trying to decide on what she should wear, anything that didn’t remind her of her nightmare of her party, or their sham of a performance. She quickly flicked through a couple of choices, scrunching up her face in concentration as she listened to Blaine, “And I thought that was just how life at McKinley worked,” she joked, shaking her head with a little laugh as she reached forward and pulled out her selection from her closet, “Don’t tell me you have similar dramas at Dalton, too?”

Edging up a spot as he laughed into the phone, he shrugged and hummed happily into his phone. “I think that’s how life in a lot of high schools work. Even Dalton has it’s bouts of drama and moments of shameful mistakes. Trust me. I don’t think anyone is immune when you add an entire group of performers prone to dramatic outburst,” and here came the taunt he couldn’t hold in anymore, “Or binge drinking nights that carry over into the following Monday’s performance.” His grin could be heard inside the lighthearted jab. Not even the polished boys from Dalton could resist a chance to give a playful tease.

Especially when the teasee set themselves up so easily for it. And, wow, the New Directions certainly did that. But, it was in jest and the most malicious intent he could muster was only aimed at making her laugh at the situation rather than continue cringing about it nonstop. Another step in line and put a palm over the mouthpiece of the phone while quickly ordering his usual and paying as fast as possible not to hold anyone up since he didn’t want to be that guy too busy on his phone to pay attention to the rest of the world. “So, is everyone on the wagon now? By the cringy sound in your voice..I’m guessing Club Rachel shut it’s doors for good?”

meme continuation. @indiesamevans

[text:Blaine] Aww dude…u’r making me blush
[text:Blaine] Thanx 4 noticing tho ☺️
[text:Blaine] And just so you know -cause everybody love compliments, right?
[text:Blaine] U’r hot 2!!

( mssg » sam | sent ) That’ was the whoel poitn. I like it when you blush. IT makes you even cuter. which is seriously unfair because you’re already cute enough without doint me that.
( mssg » sam | sent ) who am I kidding? Your whole face is unfairr
( mssg » sam | sent ) I am? Taht’s kindof you to say. I’ll pretend liek you really meant it and aren’t just saying it cause you’re too sweet to take a compliment whtowut giving one back.

verybarryallen.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) How ~dare~ I.

👅

( mssg » blaine | sent ) So about half of that was English, which means I understood enough to know that you’re drunk.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) And you want me to be drunk too.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) So how about you tell me where you are, oh thee of ‘fantastic ideas.’ I’ll come find you.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Drink some water, please.

( mssg » barry | sent ) HOw dare I…??
( mssg » barry | sent ) I think aall if it was in English my friend. you just need to learn how to read better!

😁

( mssg » barry | sent ) Yes I am and yes I do. Come be drunk with me Barry.
( mssg » barry | sent ) in the attic, I just said so. werhe they keep the instruments and we all come up To hide away togethere soemtimes.
( mssg » barry | sent ) why drink wayer when there’s wine???

( mssg » barry | sent ) ARe you here yet? no…but you should be.