So this is a promt from Twitter's iplusc who gave me ideas for a Klaine smut that involves Drunk!Klaine and snow. This happened! The actual smut though will be in the second chapter! Takes place the following Winter after the kiss.

Enjoy!

When Carole and Burt told their sons to take care of other each other this weekend while they were away, Finn had never imagined that he would actually have to take care of Kurt! Kurt didn't either until he and Blaine came stumbling down the street, drunk beyond their wildest imaginations.

It all started the night Burt and Carole left to visit her aunt's house the weekend after Christmas leaving Finn and Kurt home alone for a few days. Not an hour after they left did Finn and Kurt's phone ring with a text from Puck telling them that he was having an after New Year's bash with all the liquor left over from his, Mike's, and Rachel's New Years parties.

"No," Kurt said firmly when Finn looked at him after reading the text.

"What? Why not?" he asked. He fell on his knees and tugged at Kurt's hand. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease?" he babbled.

"No! Carole and Dad said to stay out of trouble and the last thing I want to do is drag your drunk ass h-" Kurt's phone vibrated again and he trailed off, looking at the text.

Pukerman: You can bring Blaine...

Kurt jumped off from the couch, already tapping out an invite to Blaine. "Okay we can go," he called to Finn as he ran to his room.

"I wish Puck had told us earlier though. I didn't have any time to plan out an outfit and my hair looks like crap. He never-"

"Kurt, you look beautiful," Blaine interrupted his boyfriend, entwining their hands.

Finn smirked a bit, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he glanced in the rear-view mirror at them. Kurt was beaming, little hearts seeming to form in his eyes. They were just too cute sometimes.

"Okay, knock it off you two," Finn joked, earning the middle finger from his step brother. "Save it for an empty room in Puckerman's house."

"Shut up Finn. You know that Blaine and I aren't having sex yet," Kurt said off-handedly.

"Yet?" Blaine repeated, interested.

Kurt smirked micheviously while Finn sang, "Lalalalalalalalalala."

"Oh, by the way, do you guys want a designated driver?" Blaine asked, making small circles with his thumb on Kurt's hand, reluctantly changing the subject. "Me getting drunk didn't go over so well last time," he continued, glancing at an unamused Kurt.

Finn laughed a bit. "No, it's okay, you guys have fun. I really don't like alcohol all that much so you two get plastered and don't worry about anything."

"Thanks Finn," Kurt said. "Though we didn't really need to drive to Noah's house, I mean he lives like 30 blocks away."

"Yeah, but it's cold out an there's a lot of snow and ice so might as well travel in style."

Blaine shrugged. "Still, I don't really plan on getting drunk tonight."

"Chug, chug, chug, chug!" the entirety of the Glee club chanted as Blaine tipped a nearly-empty bottle of vodka into the mouth of Kurt Hummel who had his head tipped back, dribbles of alcohol sliding down his neck.

In a matter of 2 minutes the entire thick-glassed bottle had been drained into the body of Kurt who screamed when he pushed the empty container away, then smashed his lips against his boyfriend's. "Hummels for the win!" Kurt hollered before entertaining his boyfriend again.

Catcalls began when Blaine wrapped Kurt's legs around his waist and they fell onto the couch, Kurt straddling. Puck wordlessly handed Kurt a half full bottle of Arbor Mist which he pressed against his boyfriend's lips until he had to drink.

Blaine finished in one breath then slapped the bottle out of Kurt's hand to overpower him, making the slighter boy's legs stick up in the air as Blaine crashed on top of him, Kurt's lower back curved up at an extreme angle and the kisses full of teeth and too much tongue.

"Okay you guys, I think you've had enough," Finn said trying to pry the boys away from each other. Mainly he was worried about Kurt's back, but then remembered that he was a Cheerio for a while so he had to be pretty flexible.

"Finn, don't be such a cock block!" Kurt slurred, prying Finn's hand off his wrist. He attacked Blaine's mouth, grinding his hips into him as he did so. Blaine groaned loudly and pulled him even closer, hands pressing against Kurt's ass to get him even closer.

They moved together, slowly grinding which only created a louder response from Blaine and a stream of cursing from Kurt. Kurt put his leg between Blaine's leg.

"Guys! You have to-"

"Finn!" Santana shrieked out of the blue, glassy eyes fixed on him. "You. Me. Seven minutes," she purred drunkenly. Finn looked down at the bottle that was pointing at him.

"But Santana, we-"

She dragged him into the nearest closet, the door locked by a giggling Brittany.

"Good, now that the cock block is gone, we can..." Kurt purred loudly to Blaine, mimicking Santana's tone, rolling his hips up to convey his desire. Blaine responded by thrusting his hips unrelentingly between Kurt's legs which were wrapped around his waist as if they weren't clothed. Both were breathing heavily, getting off from the friction and the pressure.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm so fucking hard! I'm going to come all over-"

"Kurt!" Mercedes squeaked, eyes as big as saucers. "Kurt, I've never heard you talk like that!"

"Yeah, well I'm never this close to jizzing around you!" he snapped, digging his fingers into Blaine's shoulder, seconds away from his climax. That familiar heat was coiled insanely tight in the pit of his stomach and he just needed something, just a little bit more of something!

All the girls exchanged glances and froze; a beer bottle tipped halfway towards Rachel's mouth spilled out down her shirt, but she barely took notice. The two boys on the couch were clearly close to their orgasms and things were about to get even more awkward if they didn't do something to stop them.

"Harder! Fuck, fuck, fuck, " Kurt chanted, back arching up into his boyfriend.

"Don't you dare!" Mike finally said, jumping forward and yanking Blaine away from Kurt.

"Fuck Mike! Never bother a man who's a second away from cumming!" Kurt yelled, groping at the air.

"Mike! Seriously!" Blaine echoed, struggling, but he was too drunk to really fight the mostly-sober dancer.

"Blaine. Kurt. You're drunk," he said slowly.

"And you're a cock block!" Kurt screamed.

"Kurt! Stop with that word! S'weird!" Mercedes scolded before hiccuping and taking another swig of her Goldschläger.

At that moment Rachel threw up all over Puck's couch. Quinn ran over and held her hair while Mercedes lunged at a bucket and put it under Rachel's face.

Puck sighed, putting down his shot and Sam automatically started looking in the unoccupied closets for towels, stumbling as he did so.

"Forget this, Blaine. We're obviously not allowed to show our love here," Kurt said dramatically and quite nasally.

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt. "I'm still so hard for you," he rumbled, licking the shell of Kurt's ear. He took a moment to attack Kurt's neck and leave a dark hickey making the thinner boy groan into his own ear.

"We can drive back home," Kurt purred, voice husky.

"We're drunk, that would be irresponsible," Blaine responded with a sideways grin. "But like Finn said, we could always walk home."

Kurt laced their fingers together, grabbed their coats and led Blaine outside just as the storm began to pick up.

"And I don't even think she's bisexual!" Santana moaned in her corner of the closet. "I mean, first she wouldn't leave Artie for me after I told her I loved her and-and," Santana broke down into hysterical tears.
"Um, there-there," Finn said awkwardly for the umpteenth time. He had no idea what she had been rattling on about for what seemed like forever and forgot that Santana was an over-emotional drunk. And good lord was she drunk.

"I waaaant Briiiittannyyy!" she sobbed, curling in on herself, mascara streaming down her face.

Finn tried to scoot even farther from her, but he was already flat against the wall. He banged on the door again hoping someone would finally open and unlock it. After Rachel threw up, everyone had pretty much forgotten that he and Santana were locked in the closet, so "Seven-Minutes-In-Heaven" had quickly turned into "Close-to-20-Minutes-In-Utter-Hell."

"I think I have some extra clothes in here," Puck called behind himself as he opened the door. "Oh, hey Finn. What's up?"

Finn jumped out of the closet and onto the closet, breathing heavily from his sudden burst of adrenaline. He jumped up again though when he remembered that he was sitting where Blaine and Kurt had publicly hooked-up. Or did they? He was pushed into the closet before he knew how it ended up.

Speaking of which, where was Kurt?

"Oh sooo many closet jokes I could make right now," Lauren commented from her armchair.

"Where'd did Kurt and Blaine go? Or do I want to know?" Finn asked warily, refusing to acknowledge that comment.

Tina raised an eyebrow and looked around. "Hm, actually, I don't know. They didn't go upstairs so..."

Finn's heart stopped. "What? If they're not here and they're not upstairs, then where are they?"

"Relax Finn, I'm sure they just went home to hook up."

Finn felt his heart stop again as he imagined the drunkards driving. He ran over to his coat and the keys jangled in the pocket. Finn was certain he had arrhythmia now as he glanced outside at the darkness and obvious snow splattering against the windows. He rifled through the other coats and Kurt and Blaine's were gone.

Kurt and Blaine were drunk and outside.

Blaine and Kurt slumped against the other as they stumbled towards Kurt's house, pressing sloppy kisses to the other every few steps.

"I love my boyfriend!" Kurt shouted into the night, kissing Blaine on the cheek when they passed under a streetlamp.

"And I love my boyfriend who loves me! Whoa!" Blaine said, sliding a bit as he finished his sentence. "Wow, it's icy," Blaine commented before bursting out into hysterical giggles.

"Mr. Point-out-the-obvious good job!"

"Shuttup!" Blaine slurred, sticking out his tongue. He grinned mischievously then darted his tongue out again to lick at the snowflakes on Kurt's cheek. Sober Kurt would have had a fit, but drunk Kurt just found it absolutely hilarious.

"And you won't bring me down!" Kurt sang loudly, hitting the note without a problem.

"Bring me down!" Blaine echoed, voice wobbling everywhere.

"Shh, shh, baby. Don't," Kurt joked.

"I'll show you bring-you-down!" Blaine growled then tackled Kurt, rolling them around in the snow. He started tickling his boyfriend, making Kurt scream in giggles.

"Oh, Blaine! Cold, cold! Snow up my shirt!"

Blaine stopped and they laid in the snow together, hugging each other.

"This is so comfortable," Kurt yawned. "I'm tired Blaine. I'm so tired and relaxed. I've never been so relaxed and I feel so safe with you..."

Blaine nodded lazily, nuzzling his head against Kurt's chest. "I love you Kurt..." he sighed happily.

Their bodies started shivering as the warmth left them, but neither noticed since they had quickly fallen into a deep sleep. Eventually it transitioned into shudders and finally they were both still, the snow collecting on their shallow breathing forms.

Finn's heart raced as he called out "Kurt! Blaine! Kurt!" every block or so. Now he was starting to lose his cool and began hitting the horn as he made his second round around the block in Kurt's Navigator. He had already rushed home and searched every room (even under the beds) but they weren't there.

"They couldn't have gotten far, they couldn't have gotten farther than Badger," he mumbled to himself, knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Oh god Burt's going to kill me."

Just as Finn began turning around the corner for the third time, his car lights suddenly shined on two long mounds covered in a dusting of snow. He drove closer and it was clear that it was two bodies. They weren't even shivering.

"Kurt!" Finn screamed, almost jumping on his brother and shaking the thin body till his teeth rattled. Kurt's eyes fluttered open weakly, eyelashes sticking together.

"Finn," he croaked. "I'm s-s-s-so c-c-old. I'm-m-m s'c-cold," Kurt whined, sounding close to tears, teeth crashing together.

"It's okay, it's okay," Finn babbled, unsure if things really were okay. Finn's head whipped around looking for somebody to help him, but it was the dead of night. The exhaust from the un-parked car traveled their way.

Kurt's nose was bright red which contrasted sharply with his light blue lips. His skin was stark white and Finn rubbed his hand over Kurt's face (even though he knew in most situations Kurt would have bitch-slapped him) to push the snow off.

"B-b-b-b," Kurt stuttered, attempting to point at Blaine.

"Oh yeah, he's okay, don't worry." Once again Finn could possibly be lying through his teeth. He shoved Blaine, but he didn't even move. He slapped at his face a bit but he was still unresponsive.

"Blaine!" Kurt tried to shout, but it barely came out anymore than a cracked whisper. "Blaine, b-b-l-a-a-aine!"

"Kurt, shh, I'll get him up, just shh, don't talk-"

"Blaine! W-wake up!" Finn watched the panic bloom in Kurt's features. Finn wanted to cry, he couldn't take seeing Kurt so terrified, and not even scared for himself, but for Blaine!

Another set of headlights illuminated them and Finn called out, "Puck! I found them! Help!"

Though he questioned why Puck was driving when he was nearly drunk, Finn almost hugged Puck for showing up. Puck wordlessly lifted Blaine out of the snow and threw Blaine over his shoulder, running as fast as he could, stumbling a bit, but intent on getting him inside.

Kurt was full out screaming now as Finn cradled him in his arms, pressing the boy to his chest as if to radiate heat to him through his puffy vest. Finn's ears popped from the drunken shrieks Kurt unleashed and the man was dead weight in Finn's arms, but soon enough they were at the Hummel-Hudson front steps, Puck screaming at Finn to unlock the house.

Finn couldn't remember much from picking up Kurt to being inside the house, out of the dark, but he found himself gingerly setting Kurt next to his unresponsive boyfriend on the couch, trembling from the exertion and adrenaline. Puck started taking off Kurt and Blaine's jackets while Finn dialed 911.

"Hello? Yes, my brother and his friend got drunk and passed out in the snow. We're in the house now but-"

"How long were they out there, sir?"

"Um, I-I don't know, but no more than an 45 minutes. Um..."

"Tell her that they're not frost bitten," Puck said, looking over their faces. He tilted Kurt forward to pull his jacket off, then did the same for Blaine.

"There's no noticeable frostbite?"

"Correct," Finn said mechanically as Kurt started to spasm a bit.

Unsure of what to do, he ran over to Kurt and enveloped him in a bear hug. Finn held back a shiver as he felt how unbelievably cold his step brother was, but he held onto him tight while holding the phone between his shoulder and cheek.

Blaine was still unconscious.

"Puck, wake Blaine up," Finn pleaded.

"Blaine, Blainers?" Puck pushed the icy hair from Blaine's face, lightly began tapping all over. "He's not waking up," he reported, voice a bit panicky.

"What is happening?" the woman asked calmly.

"Blaine isn't waking up!"

"Sir, though this may sound odd, but we need you or whoever is there to hit Blaine in the groin, not hard enough to cause damage, but not too softly? Do you think you are capable of doing that without harming him?"

Puck could hear the woman when Finn put it on speaker and he shrugged. "I'm sorry man," he apologized then hit Blaine in the crotch with the palm of his hand.

Blaine's eyes flew open for a second, then closed. His breathing sped up a fraction.

"What happened?"

"He's not dead, his eyes opened," Finn sighed in relief.

"Good. Now you must remove all their clothing and dry them off. Do you think you need a paramedic? Your situation sounds serious, but I strongly believe they do not need to go to the hospital as long as you follow my directions exactly. Sir?"

Finn nodded, then remembered that she wouldn't be able to see that. "Yes, thank you. Thank you."

Puck looked at Blaine and back to Finn. "Undress him?"

"Puck! Please!" Finn said. "You just have to do this! I'm not jumping for joy about undressing my brother, but I can't let anything happen to them, Puck. Please," Finn said as he stripped Kurt of his pants and shoes.

Puck sighed then undressed Blaine in record time, throwing a blanket over the naked body before running upstairs to find towels.

Finn raised an eyebrow when Puck came back down. "Hey," Puck shrugged. "Being a sex shark makes you an expert at disrobing."

"Are they dried off?" the woman asked just as Finn threw Kurt's underwear to the side and placed one of the towels Puck found on him.

"Yes ma'am. They seem um..." Finn racked his brain for the right term.

"Stable?" Puck interjected.

"Yeah, stable. Kurt is saying something, I'm not sure what. Blaine's eyes are open and really glassy. Are they okay?"

"I think so. Are these two boys friends?"

"Boyfriends actually. Why?"

"Oh." The woman was paused for a second. "Okay. Well then, no matter what the relation, I still need you boys to do one last thing for now. You need to put them in bed together naked. Yes, I know it sounds like an odd request, but this is boy-scouts one-oh-one. You need to get their body heat stable again and the most natural and least harmful way is by natural body heat. And since both their body heats are low right now, they will gradually warm the other up without giving a shock to either's body."

"Oh Kurts' just gunna love this," Puck mumbled as he lifted the blanketed Blaine into his arms again. Finn wrapped the dried Kurt in a blanket as well and followed Puck up the stairs and into Kurt's room. They laid extra throws on the mattress then laid boys next to each other, removing the blankets. Both were dazed, but awake.

"Damn Anderson," Puck noted, rubbing a finger over the dark mark on Kurt's neck. "You sure know how to mark 'em."

Finn shot Puck a look that could kill.

"Finn? Why are y-you w-watching me and B-blaine have sex?" Kurt slurred out, eyes unfocused.

"Shh, no you're not having sex with Blaine, but I need you to hold onto him really tight okay?"

Kurt nodded weakly, but barely moved his arms or legs.

Suddenly Blaine whined. "Why c-c-can't I move my arms. I-I wanna touch Kur..." he croaked out, voice extremely hoarse.

"Here," Finn said softly, breathing easier now that Blaine was speaking. With the help of Puck again, they pushed the boyfriends flush together and draped their arms over the other.

"Better," Blaine mumbled, weakly nuzzling his head against Kurt's. Kurt gradually entwined their legs together, both instinctively scavenging for more warmth.

Finn ran around the house grabbing every blanket and throw he could find until Kurt and Blaine were buried under a two foot mound of sheets.

"Okay Finn, calm down, the lady said they're going to be fine and that we could always take them to the hospital later for a check up. She said they might be in shock when they wake up though." Puck wandered over to the thermostat and clicked it up a few notches. He rolled his shoulders a few times then said, "You did good, Finn." He clapped his hand on Finn's back then left.

SMUT AND CONCLUSION NEXT CHAPTER! Thanks again iplusc! You're such a sweetheart and I hope you like this story! (Also iplusc is on Tumblr as iwrotethatline, check her out!)

Okay, I looked up the procedures for treating hypothermia so this is SOMEWHAT legit, but DO NOT think this is accurate! If interested, look up further info. The thing with hitting Blaine in the crotch is a trick a doctor pulled on my father when he had a seizure... but with a needle. Yah. But it is a last-resort type of thing.

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