A/N: I am out of my dry spell! The creative juices are flowing again and its all thanks to Drunk!Blaine. This inspired me to make a fic between the party and Burt finding Blaine in Kurt's bed. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, any of its characters or the actors. If it was the case, Darren Criss would be in MY bed and not Kurt's. ;)

Don't you want me baby? Rachel and Blaine sings to the crazy applause from the rest of the group. I politely applauded with the rest. All I want is this crazy night to be over. It could not get any more horrible. I am completely sober and yet I feel like a depressed drunk at a bar.

I hear Rachel's obnoxious drunk laughter and I look over in time to see Blaine back up and fall down backwards off the stage, almost hitting his head on the ground.

"Okay!" I say, standing up. "I think that is our cue to leave. It's getting late." I say, looking at the clock, getting close to hitting 2am.

"But Kuuuuurrrrrttttt," Rachel slurs. "You can't go yet! I want to-" she belches a loud belch "sing another song with Blaine. Plllllleeeeeaaassseeee?" She stumbles over to me, already walking him towards the stairs.

"Maybe another time Rachel. Blaine has to drive back home in the morning. I want to him at least get some form of sleep." I tell her.

"Don't worry sweetheart," Blaine drunkenly responds. He stumbles over to the table where Rachel's phone. He picks it up and starts pressing buttons on it. "Here-here is my number. Next time you have a party, call me." he presses more buttons. "I-I am texting myself so I can get your number, okay?"

"Okayyy." Rachel says stumbling over, then giving both Blaine and I a hug and a sloppy kiss, me on the cheek and another one on the lips for Blaine. She awkwardly goes over to Finn and gives him a small hug. I motion for Finn to come with us. As I slowly get Blaine up the stairs I hear Rachel yell "Call meeee!" over the music and the still partying group. We get up and out to the driveway. I reach into my jacket and toss Finn the keys to my car.

"Here. Drive my car, I trust you. I need to get Blaine's car to our house as well, so I will drive it. See you at the house?"

"Yeah, Kurt." Finn says walking over to the car. "Are you sure you-"

"Yeah, I will be fine-"

"Yes you arrrrreeeeee…" Blaine slurs as they walk towards Blaine's car, Kurt fiddling through his jacket pockets for the keys. "Oooohhh…not yet babe…" Blaine coos into his ear, grabbing one of his hands. Kurt pulls away. If it were any other situation (aka: Blaine NOT drunk), he would be turned on, but it is not the case.

"Blaine, I am just trying to get your keys." I say finally finding them and unlocking, so I can help him in.

"See you at the house." Finn says, pulling out.

"Please be careful!" I say before he pulls out and starts driving towards our house.

I get in Blaine's car, make sure he is buckled in and myself before I start and pull out. I decide that talking is NOT a good idea right now. I will speak to him when he is less…inebriated.

"Kurt. Hey Kuuurrrrttt…" Blaine slurs, looking over at me about halfway to my house.

"Yes, Blaine." I say flatly. I know whatever he says just to throw away, because, well, he's drunk.

"I'm sorry." he says.

"What?" I say, confused.

"I'm sorry Kurt. So, so, soooooo sorry Kurt…" he says.

"For what? Getting drunk? It's fine. I had it planned out, don't worry." I say, glancing over at him while looking back at the road ahead of me.

"No Kurt, not that. I am so sorry Kurt, so sorry, really sorry Kurt…" he murmurs some more.

"Blaine, you're drunk. You don't know what you are saying, just- just relax. We are almost at my house." I say.

"I'm sorry Kurt. It should have been you…It should have been, I'm so sorry…" Blaine says and keeps murmuring some variation of that all the way to my house.

I get to the house and pull in, Finn waiting for me outside my car, to my relief, in one piece. While, I trust him, I still get scared over my baby. I kill the engine and unbuckle Blaine and myself while Finn walks over to the passenger's seat to get him out. Blaine looks up at him.

"So…so tall! Hey-hey can do- do me a favor, Finn?" Blaine slurs. "Can you tell Kurt that I'm sorry, like really, really sorry?" Blaine asks, looking up at Finn. He looks over at me and I give him a look and mouth just play along.

"Uh, yeah, sure dude, I will tell him that." Finn says. He and Blaine walks over to me slowly.

"Look, here's Kurt. You can tell him yourself okay?" Finn says, handing Blaine to me.

"Okay. Kurt. Hey-hey Kurt?" Blaine says, voice rising volume each word. I start to get afraid that he will wake up the neighbors.

"Shhhhh! You can tell me when we get inside and in my room okay Blaine?" I ask quietly. He looks over at me with those large, puppy dog eyes.

"Okay." he says.

"Now until I say so, stay quiet okay?" I ask him, slightly desperate.

"Like a game? I love games!" Blaine says.

"Yes! Like a game Blaine. We're gonna play The Quiet Game. Whoever can stay the quietest until we get to my room wins okay?" I ask.

"Oh okay. Start now!" he says before shutting up.

"Okay Kurt, I have to get back, cause I did promise Puck that I would drive him home." Finn says. "Will you be okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. Use my SUV, just be careful okay?" I say, making my way towards the door.

"Always, bro." Finn says getting back in. I hear the car pull out as I quietly open and close the door. Blaine slightly stumbles as he steps up, and does a small snort in laughter, but I give him a look and he shuts up right away.

Surprisingly we get to my room in silence. I close the door and let go of him, who immediately flops on the bed.

"Did I win?" he says, looking up at the ceiling. I get to the bathroom to get into my pajamas and to do my pre-bedtime face routine.

"Yes. Yes you did Blaine." I say, I hear a satisfied sigh and ruffling of covers. I get into my pajamas and sit down to do my moisturizing routine.

"Kurt? Kurt can I say something?" Blaine asks.

"Yes Blaine?" I ask, rubbing the soap on my face.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Kurt, just, soooo sorry."

"That's okay Blaine." I say washing the soap off and grabbing a towel.

"No, no it's not Kurt, no it's not. It should have been you." he slurs.

"Uh huh," I say drying my face.

"I should have kissed you Kurt. Not Rachel, you." Blaine says, soundly surprisingly sober. I look up at the mirror in front of me, my face dry from wiping it off. I stand up and put the towel in the hamper.

"Oh…" I say.

"I'm sorry. It should have been you, I want to." Blaine says as I walk out my bathroom.

"Really?" I ask. I know that he's drunk, but I just want to know. That part of me can't wait until the morning.

"Yeah." Blaine says. He sloppily stands up off my bed and walks over to me.

"Ever since our conversation on Valentine's Day, I have been thinking about kissing you. Well, no. It was before that." he says approaching me with a look of lust in his eyes.

"Before that?" I ask him, him inching closer.

"That day that you asked me for help and I came to McKinley," Blaine starts. "when you said that you never been kissed, I kinda wanted to kiss you then." He inches closer and lifts up my chin, already looking up at him slightly. I didn't want to look him in the eyes, because I knew that I would be sucked in. But his hand lifting up my face forcd me to look into those eyes. They are still slightly glossy because of the alcohol, but I still see the same Blaine that I am in love with.

"Ever since?" I ask, almost in a whisper.

"Still do." Blaine asks, dipping his head towards mine. I can feel his breath on my lips, I want to so badly…

But then I remember.

He's drunk.

I look up at him, about to kiss me, and I just pull away.

"No." I say. He looks at me with this defected look.

"You're drunk. It would not count. Sober up first, and then we'll talk. Get some sleep." I say as I push him back towards my bed. I gather up a few pillows and a blanket and lay down on my small couch.

"Why-why are you there?" Blaine asks.

"Well, you're sleeping there. I'll sleep here, it's fine." I say, turning off the light. I close my eyes, knowing very well that it will not work. His words reeling in my head.

"Kurt, I can't sleep." Blaine complains. I groan as I fling the blanket off and get off the couch. I walk over to my bed, the moon and the streetlight from the window lighting the way.

"What would you like me to do, Blaine?" I ask. I really can not take enough of Drunk!Blaine and want the old Blaine back.

In the small light I see him clear off the covers on the empty sign of my bed and he pats it.

"Please? We don't have to do anything, just…it will make it easier for me to sleep please?" he asks. I roll my eyes.

"Fine." I say before grabbing my pillows and walking over to the other side of my bed, getting in.

"There. Better?" I ask. I feel him roll over as I put on the covers. I feel him inch closer to me in the bed. No more than a few minutes later I hear slight snores from the other side, so I start giving into exhaustion. Just as I feel myself drift off, I feel an arm wrap around my waist and him rolling flush against me. While it feels nice, I should tell him to get off. I prepare to do so, but then I hear, almost a whisper:

"I love you Kurt."

My heart skips a beat. Did he mean it? Was it the alcohol still talking? Or was he actually being truthful. I mean , he says that he does not want to screw it up and I don't want to either, so should I deny it, play along, or just pretend that it does not happen?

But then those thoughts disappear. I feel his head snuggle against the back of my neck and I smile. I guess I can let it slide for tonight. Feeling the warmth of him against me, him lightly snoring against my back, my eyes start to droop. I can get used to this.

"I love you too Blaine." I barely whisper as I let myself give in to slumber…