A/N- This is a challenge I forced my BFF Semper Fi Sweatshirt to give me. She gave me 20 random words, which I will put in bold as I use them in the story. And it's Klaine! Hooray! The twenty words to be used in this story are: wonder, blanket, beer, stove, sweatshirt, apple, marker, blue, dog, smile, face, mad, water, sun, desk, chair, sock, amazed, snow, run. This is gonna be complicated...

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Glee, but I don't :(

Kurt stared at Blaine, who had planted himself on top of his desk. "Blaine, I'm trying to do my homework." The older boy just smirked and pulled something out from behind his back. A six-pack of beer was in his hand, and an evil smirk was on his face. Kurt's jaw dropped. He didn't know whether to be mad or slightly amazed. "Blaine Anderson! Where did you get that?"

Blaine laughed. "I have my ways."

"I thought you were supposed to be the responsible type, not the 'let's have alcoholic drinks even though we're minors' type." Kurt shook his head and tried to go back to his homework, adding, "Besides, I don't drink." He shuddered at the blurred memory of throwing up on his guidance counselor, and Blaine just shook his head.

"I won't be mad if you throw up on me." Blaine hopped off the desk, kneeling beside his friend. " And I promise, I won't let anything bad happen. I won't let you make drunk calls, or use a stove, or drown, or run into walls or anything like that."

Kurt's brow furrowed. "Why are you expecting such weird things to happen to me?"

"I've been to some crazy parties in my day..." Blaine looked off into the distance wistfully, but soon returned his gaze to Kurt. He gave his friend a warm smile. "Really Kurt, it'll be fine." He popped one of the cans out of the plastic, handing it to Kurt.

Kurt pursed his lips, but took the beer anyway. Turning those blue puppy dog eyes toward Blaine, he asked, "You're sure nothing bad will happen?"

"Kurt, I would never let anything bad happen to you. I'd rather die than see anything bad happen to you." That brought a smile to Kurt's face. He popped the top of the can and took a tentative sip of the caramel liquid. His pink lips puckered, but he took another and was soon gulping down the drink. "Whoa, slow down, Kurt."

"It doesn't taste as bad if you drink it really fast." His cheeks were already as red a ripe apple. He took his second can and climbed out of his desk chair. Kurt dragged Blaine to the floor with him, and soon they were leaning against one another as they drank. Blaine watched Kurt with wonder as the small boy drank greedily. Kurt's head dropped to the dark haired boy's shoulder, and he sighed heavily. "Blaine?"

He was giving Blaine the most adorable look, and the older boy wished he would say something loving. "Yeah?"

"Pass me another one." Blaine obliged, and Kurt moved on to his last can. Well, his last can before he started taking one of Blaine's unopened ones.

"Why is it so hot in here?"

Blaine's face fell. He was hoping Kurt would admit some of his feelings after being intoxicated, the feelings he kept secret to so many people. That, however, had not happened yet. "I don't know. Take of your sweatshirt or something." Kurt nodded and peeled off the gray sweater, then looked absently at his socks. Kurt leaned forward lazily and plucked each sock from his feet, laughing while he wiggled his toes.

Blaine could help but laugh too. "You're cute when you're drunk."

"I'm not-" Kurt sputtered as a loud hiccup escaped his lips. He giggled. "I'm not cute the rest of the time?" His words were slurred, and he was watching his hand run up and down Blaine's chest.

"You're cute all the time." Blaine said, holding Kurt's chin in his hand. He could hold his alcohol pretty well and he hadn't had much to drink, but that didn't mean his feelings didn't cloud his actions once in a while. If Kurt wouldn't admit anything, he would have to make his emotions clear instead. Blaine leaned forward and planted a delicate kiss on each of Kurt's soft cheeks, then one on his nose that trailed to his lips. Kurt may have been a little drunk, but his thoughts were clear at this very moment. This. Was. Perfect.

Kurt groaned, rolling on his side. His head thumped to the beat of his heart, which quickened considerably when he saw a sleeping Blaine next to him. Kurt smirked and rolled out of from under his blanket, trying to smooth out his crinkled shirt. Never again will I sleep in one of my Alexander McQueen shirts, he thought to himself.

Kurt walked to the bathroom in the back of his dorm, passing by a smashed beer can that was a marker of the night before. The countertenor turned on the sink, waiting for the water to become warm to the touch before splashing it on his pale face.

Blaine stirred from the other room, making Kurt smile. He walked back towards his bed, groaning again when he passed the window. The sun was gleaming against the snow, blinding poor Kurt and making his head pound. He climbed back into bed and Blaine's eyes opened as he felt the frame shake.

"Good morning, cutie," Blaine said, wrapping an arm around the brunet. "Got a hangover?"

Kurt winced, snuggling closer to the boy he loved. "Totally worth it."

A/N- Review review review! And leave me some more words, I'll continue this as long as I keep getting challenges!