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"I'm sorry if I'm just trying to be spontaneous and fun!" Blaine yelled as he threw his hands up in defense. "I think I'm just going to walk home." And with that Blaine turned around and started walking across the parking lot to try and get home. He heard Kurt calling his name, but he just ignored it.

The walk home gave Blaine time to think, although it wasn't Blaine's most logical thinking seeing as he had been drinking that night. And let's face it, Blaine and reasonable thinking didn't quite mix. The last time Blaine had gotten this drunk, he had made out with Rachel Berry, a decision that he has been regretting ever since. I can dance with whoever I want. And it was just dancing. It's not like I was having sex with Sebastian.

The walk home took longer than normal due to the fact that Blaine was drunk and therefore stumbling and swerving across the sidewalk, but he finally made it home. Luckily for Blaine, his parents were gone for business meaning no one else was in the house. He stumbled up the stairs and fell into bed and fell asleep still thinking about what had happened that night. In his drunken state, Blaine didn't see anything wrong with what had happened, but at least sober Blaine would be able to see how much he had really messed up.

The next morning, Blaine woke up with a pounding headache. Sure, it wasn't as bad as some of the other pain Blaine had experienced, namely everything that happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance, but this still hurt. This is definitely not good, Blaine thought. But there was nothing he could do. He had to get up and get ready for school, which was just going to be torturous today. Blaine got out of bed, took a shower and some aspirin, and got dressed.

By the time Blaine was ready to go, he realized he didn't really feel like driving. Most days, he could just text Kurt and ask for a ride, but based on what happened last night, he really didn't have much of a choice. Blaine knew he would be lucky if Kurt even acknowledged his presence today. Given what had happened last night, Blaine didn't have high hopes, but he knew he would be doing the same thing if the roles were reversed. Sighing, Blaine grabbed his keys and his backpack and headed out to his car.

The drive to school was not fun, but actually going in was worse. The day went slower than usual, partially because of the alcohol from the previous night and the headache that was still with him despite the aspirin he was taking, but he also wasn't speaking to Kurt.

As much as he missed Kurt, Blaine wasn't sure what he would even say to him. Blaine knew he probably shouldn't have danced with Sebastian, and if he was really smart, they shouldn't have gone at all. That would have been the best solution. It probably wouldn't have even been as bad if Blaine hadn't tried to have sex with Kurt in the back of Kurt's car. That was where everything went to hell. But, you can't change the past, so Blaine was now stuck waiting for rehearsal for West Side Story to start.

About five minutes before rehearsal was supposed to begin, Kurt walked through the doors of the auditorium and sat down far away from Blaine and began talking to Rachel. Kurt didn't even look at Blaine, which hurt, but Blaine definitely knew why Kurt was acting like this and he didn't blame Kurt one bit.

Artie, Coach Beiste, and Ms. Pillsbury came into the auditorium to start rehearsal. Blaine knew that he should have been paying more attention, especially since opening night was in two days, it Blaine had too many other things on his mind, like how in the world was he possibly going to make things right with Kurt.

Rehearsal went by in a blur. It finished and Kurt continued to ignore Blaine throughout the rehearsal. Blaine was walking out to the parking lot when Puck came running. "Yo, hobbit!"

Blaine stopped and turned around. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what you did to Hummel."

"Really, it's none of your business."

"Look, hobbit. I care about Hummel. He's one of my boys. And I always protect my boys."

"Well that's great, but it really is between Kurt and I."

Puck took a step closer to Blaine just as Blaine took a step back. "You better fix this, Anderson. I don't like seeing Hummel upset." And with that, Puck left the parking lot.

Blaine let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. What is with the people here? Do they really think they have the right to come and threaten me? I could understand if this was coming from Finn seeing as he already hates me for some unknown reason, or possibly Burt, but definitely not Puck. And that's what Puck is thinking. He doesn't even know what happened. Oh, god. How bad did I screw things up with Kurt?

Blaine got into his car and drove home, trying to think about other things in attempt to not drive his car off the road. Just as he pulled into his driveway, his phone started ringing and Wes' name showed up. Blaine smiled. After the last twenty four hours, Blaine needed someone to talk to and Wes would definitely be the right person. Wes was the one to get Blaine to come out of his shell when Blaine first transferred to Dalton and was the one person Blaine knew that he could always talk to about anything.

Blaine answered the phone. "Hey, Wes" Blaine said trying to sound cheerful, but after the day he had, it was not possible.

"What's wrong, Blainers?" Wes asked, clearly concerned.

"I fucked up," Blaine sighed. Wes was shocked and immediately knew something bad had happened. Blaine never swore, ever.

"Holy shit. What did you do?"

"I don't know what I was thinking."

"Ok, Blaine, but I can't do anything if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"Ok. Uh, I went to Scandals, that gay bar in Lima with Kurt and…." Blaine started to explain, but stopped because the words just wouldn't come out.

"Ok, Blaine. I need you to tell me what else happened," Wes said as he started imagining every possible scenario.

"Ok," Blaine said and took a deep breath. "So I went to Scandals with Kurt and Sebastian –"

"Wait!" Wes interjected, "Sebastian?!"

"Yeah, He invited Kurt and me and Kurt accepted for the both of us."

"So innocent Kurt agreed to go to a gay bar?" Wes asked. He just couldn't believe that the same Kurt who transferred to Dalton last year had agreed to go to a gay bar.

"Yes, can I please finish my story?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's ok. So we all went and I had a few drinks and ended up dancing with Sebastian."

"That's not so bad," Wes reasoned.

"That's not the worst of it."

"Ok," Wes said hesitantly. "Continue."

"Later, Kurt and I went out to his car and I may have, uh, I tried to um, pressure him into having sex with me in the back of his car," Blaine said quietly.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Wes shouted. Out of all the possible scenarios, Wes did not expect that.

"I know. I feel terrible. And I really don't know what to do."

"God, Blaine," Wes started. "I really don't know what to say. And so I think the best I can do is tell you that it will all work out. I mean this is you and Kurt for crying out loud. If you guys can't make it work, every other couple on the face of this planet is screwed."

"Thanks, Wes. But that still doesn't tell me what I'm supposed to do."

"I can't tell you that. Although apologizing might be a great way to start."

"I kind of figured that."

"Great," Wes said, "now go do it and call me when you two are all couple-y again."

"But –" Blaine started, but Wes had already hung up. Sighing to himself, he went up to his room and tried to figure out a way to apologize to Kurt.

Author's Note:

So this is my newest project, a series of 26 blangst one-shots, one for each letter of the alphabet. I've seen this ABC's thing done in so many fandoms, that I wanted to do one. And it should be noted that while this is filed under Kurt and Blaine, Kurt will not be in every chapter, but he will be in over half of them.

Here's the first one, and I plan to upload once a week, which will definitely happen for the first few chapters because those only have to be edited.

Thanks to Rachel for editing this.

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