A/N: So, this is set during Blame It On The Alcohol, and yes, it's another one of the ones where Kurt helps Blaine home from the party.

In other news, oh my god, have you guys heard Animal? Hot or what? I properly can't wait for this episode, there better be some Klaine in it, otherwise Ryan Murphy's getting cut.

But anyways, enjoy, and please review to tell me what you think! :)

It was 3am and the party was finally winding down. Rubbish and empty cups were everywhere, cushions from the couches scattered through the room with people, some of them asleep, some of them giggling drunkenly together, splayed all over the floor. Finn was going to have a job on his hands getting the rest of them home. Barely appreciating the fact he hadn't volunteered as designated driver, Kurt's attention was on the snoring form in one corner.

"C'mon, Blaine, we need to get you home." Kurt shook the lightly sleeping boy awake with a little more force than was probably necessary. He was still deeply annoyed about the travesty that was spin the bottle and the karaoke that followed. A thought crossed the back of his mind that maybe he should be taking his anger out on Rachel instead, the whole spin the bottle thing had been her idea in the first place…

Blaine blearily opened his eyes, making no attempt to leave.

"Come on, we need to go." Kurt spoke more forcefully this time, attempting to haul Blaine up by the arms, ending up practically dragging him off the floor.

"Alright, alright." The tipsy Blaine staggered clumsily to his feet, almost collapsing back down, if it hadn't have been for Kurt's arm that had quickly snaked around his waist in an effort to support him. Blaine heavily draped his arm over Kurt's shoulders and, beneath the anger and Blaine's weight, Kurt had to admit that it felt pretty damn nice to be like this, arms round each other, even if it was so Blaine wouldn't break his drunken neck. They slowly made their way across the room.

"Honestly, only you would choose to crash at the point furthest from the door," Kurt mumbled, noting to himself that it meant he could have his arm around Blaine for the longest amount of time possible. Maybe not such a bad thing after all.

Just as they got to the bottom of the stairs, Finn came over to them. To say he was looking a little worried would be an understatement.

"Where are you gonna take him? Where does he even live?" Kurt thought for a second. He hadn't got this far in his thought process. He realised actually had no idea.

"Crap, Finn I haven't a clue. And I doubt he could give me directions in his current state." They both looked at the gently swaying Blaine attached to Kurt's side. A moment of silence.

"I'm just going to have to take him to ours. I can hardly just leave him, can I?" Finn simply nodded stiffly before casting a cautious glance around the room at the half of Glee club that was left.

"Good luck with this lot," Kurt smirked. "regretting offering to be designated driver yet?"

"Oh just a little. I just spent twenty minutes trying to get a crying Santana into her house." Kurt cringed at the image. "I told Puck, Mike and Tina I'd take them home too, but I can't even find Puck. This is a disaster." Kurt awkwardly patted Finn's arm the best he could with Blaine leaning on him so heavily.

"That's a pretty accurate way to describe it." And Kurt wasn't just talking about giving people a ride home, he was talking about the whole night in general. Finn sighed.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" Finn sounded like someone had asked him to dissect a cat or something similarly terrible.

"Yeah." Kurt turned to make his way up the stairs. Forgetting Blaine's current movement capacity, he moved too quickly, causing Blaine to grip tightly onto Kurt with both arms, hands clutching at forearms. He was lost for a moment in the rough warmth before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and secured his hold on Blaine's waist. He could feel muscle under his hand and it sent his head a little dizzy. Once Blaine was reasonably steady, they made their way up the stairs, the smaller boy propping himself up on the wall to stop him falling. Kurt could've sworn snails could've climbed faster than their excruciating pace.

They eventually made it to Kurt's car, and he began fumbling for his keys. Of course, they would be in the pocket Blaine was leaning on.

"Uh, Blaine, the keys are in my other pocket, could you just-" he stopped short. Kurt was going to suggest that he just leant up a second so he could get them, but Blaine started trying to extract them himself. His hands weren't exactly co-ordinated and Kurt's pants weren't exactly loose, meaning Kurt's self-control was tested massively as had to hold back a whimper when Blaine's hands blundered over Kurt's thigh in an attempt to reach into the pocket. A glance at Blaine's face only made it worse. He had his tongue stuck out in concentration, eyes determined. Thankfully, after two almost unbearable tries, he got his fingers into the pocket and drew the keys out with a flourish, handing them to Kurt with a stupid grin on his face.

"There you go!" He exclaimed triumphantly, obviously oblivious to the sexual frustration he'd just boiled up within his friend. Kurt took them and cleared his throat far too loudly.

"Thanks Blaine." His voice was quiet as he stuck the key into the lock and opened the passenger door.

"Shotgun!" Blaine shouted suddenly and all but pulled Kurt into the car with him, his head narrowly missing the cold metal frame. Blaine giggled as Kurt stood back up, heat rising to his face. After shutting the door, he quickly made his way round to the drivers' side and got into his seat.

"Blaine, put on your seatbelt, I'm not having you dying and getting blood all over my upholstery." Blaine did as he was told and rested his head against the window. Satisfied that Blaine was safe (well, safe-ish), Kurt put on his own seatbelt and started up the car. Blaine giggled again as the glass vibrated beneath his cheek, bringing a hand up to feel it jiggling too. Kurt couldn't help but smile as Blaine was reduced to a five year-old and began the short journey home.

After a few minutes, Blaine's hand found the CD player. Kurt cringed as he remembered what CD he'd last had in there. As It Had to Be You softly began, Kurt pondered where his love for When Harry Met Sally came from. That was until Blaine began singing along quietly and his voice broke through any thought that attempted to form other than 'why does his voice have to be so beautiful even when he's drunk?'

Just as the song ended, they pulled into Kurt's drive, the hum of the engine fading away when the key was taken from the ignition.

"Blaine, we're here. Now listen to me very carefully." He made sure Blaine's full attention was on him before continuing.

"You need to be very, very quiet. My dad's asleep and he needs a good eight hours sleep a night, so we don't want to wake him up, okay?" Blaine nodded earnestly, his curls waggling lightly with the motion of his head.

"Right, take off your seatbelt, then and I'll come round to help you out." Kurt briskly unclipped his and went round to Blaine's door. He took a deep breath to prepare himself, both for the task of getting Blaine up his stairs without making too much noise and the thrill of having Blaine's arm draped over his shoulder again. He opened the door and offered Blaine a hand.

"Such a gentleman," he grinned, taking it and carefully pulled himself up out of the seat before his arm returned to its rightful place around Kurt when he stumbled slightly on what seemed to be thin air.

Thankfully, they made it up the stairs to Kurt's room with only a small amount of fuss when Blaine decided he wanted to sit down half way and curl up on the carpet. Kurt opened the door and sat down on the bed with Blaine, who promptly flopped backwards, arms wide, onto Kurt's double bed.

"Oh my god, Kurt, this bed's so fluffy!" He rolled around side to side and Kurt giggled before a thought hit him. He would have to sleep in bed with Blaine. He could hardly sleep on the floor, that would be cruel, and the couch wasn't an option - Burt would no doubt be up early in the morning and finding a hung-over stranger in his lounge wouldn't exactly have appealing results.

Blaine appeared to have already worked this out and, when Kurt turned round to tell him about sleeping arrangements, Blaine was sat up- oh. Kurt let out a small gasp. Blaine was attempting to pull his cardigan and shirt off together, and appeared to have them slightly stuck over his head. But that wasn't what got Kurt's heart racing. What did was the expanse of skin that'd been revealed on Blaine's torso. It was lightly tanned and surprisingly well sculpted with a trail of dark, slightly curly hair leading down. At first, Kurt was glued to the spot, staring as Blaine struggled to free himself of his clothes, hardly unable to process anything other than '.god.' but then his thoughts tumbled over each other, half his brain urging him to screw it all and just touch him, the other half freaking out because 'hey, Blaine's just attempting to rip his clothes off while in my bed, no big deal'. And then there was a tiny thought in the back of his head that was the image of his dad somehow finding a half-naked Blaine in his son's bed. The notion scared him into lunging over to Blaine and tugging the cloth from his hands.

"No, Blaine, just sleep in your clothes, it'll be fine, you don't need to take them off." Blaine stared at his hands as he pulled the material back down. Kurt tried desperately to not make contact with Blaine's skin. And failed. It was like fire licked at his fingertips. It was so warm and smooth and-

Kurt practically threw himself off the bed, trying to compose himself as he fumbled over to his set of drawers to get some pajamas. He avoided eye contact with Blaine while he trudged into his bathroom to get changed. Kurt shut the door and leant against it, trying to grasp some form of control. All he could think about was how damn hot Blaine was. That uniform did not do him any justice at all. Blindly pulling off his clothes and pulling on his sleepwear, he tried to work out what the hell he was going to do. He thought about sleeping on the floor, but dismissed the idea immediately. The idea about sleeping in the bath was short-lived too. He couldn't think of any other option but to go in there and sleep in the same bed as him. Kurt sighed and spent four whole minutes staring at himself in the mirror, trying to get his hair just right.

A deep breath and the door was opened. Kurt strode across to the bed with as much confidence as he could muster, which happened to be not very much. He almost bailed when he saw Blaine's eyes on him, but he stayed firm and felt quite proud of himself when he lifted the duvet and got under. Blaine had managed to take his shoes off himself by some miracle and had made himself quite comfortable, already under the duvet.

The silence was deafening. An awkward silence as Kurt just stared at the ceiling, trying not to let his mind stray to the stupidly attractive boy who was laid next to him. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a toe nudge his leg. He turned his head to find Blaine's face just a few inches from his own, hazel eyes wide and staring into Kurt's, beauty radiating from him. Breath caught in his throat.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine's voice was soft and velvety.

"Yeah?" Kurt forced himself to answer, voice strained.

"Will you snuggle with me?" Kurt's heart stopped. He had died and gone to heaven. He was dreaming. He was hallucinating. Had Blaine seriously just asked him that? Kurt couldn't make his mouth form an answer. Hell, he couldn't make his brain form one. His heart was screaming at him to say yes, but his voice had disappeared. His mouth felt dry, his head whirling with this admittedly simple question, his palms sweaty.

"Kurt?" Blaine looked concerned and his face fell. "I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Stupid Blaine. Stupid, stupid Blaine." He hit his face with his hands on each word. Kurt found himself reaching for Blaine's hands and, much to his surprise, actually being able to speak.

"Hey, hey, stop that." He wanted to tell him yes. Every piece of him was willing him to say yes, but Kurt was suddenly extremely self conscious. He was here in his pajamas in bed with the boy he was sure he was completely in love with and telling him that snuggling would actually be very, very nice indeed seemed like the most embarrassing thing in the world.

Courage, though. Right?

Another deep breath.

"I'd love to cuddle with you, Blaine." Kurt stared at their hands as he spoke, his voice barely audible, and forced himself look up at Blaine's face to judge his reaction. A huge, puppy-dog smile spread across his features and he opened his arms wide. Kurt carefully edged closer to Blaine and nestled into him, feeling arms wrap around his back protectively. Blaine sighed loudly and happily, nuzzling his cheek into Kurt's.

Kurt was ecstatic. He wanted to scream he was so thrilled. Blaine was everywhere, his smell everywhere, alcohol mixed in with it, yes, but Blaine's smell nonetheless. He breathed in deeply, letting the moment wash over him. It was extremely comfortable curled up with Blaine. So comfortable, he wondered if this was actually happening at all.

"Nighty night Kurt," Blaine whispered, closing his eyes and burrowing down to rest his head on Kurt's chest.

"Night, Blaine," Kurt replied.

He could've sworn he felt Blaine's lips press a soft kiss to his neck.

Kurt wondered if Blaine would remember any of this in the morning.