Kurt, laughing, pulling himself up onto the table unsteadily, earning him and Blaine cheers from several drunk onlookers, ordering a drink himself. “We’re going to get kicked out.” He told Blaine, ”You and your Napoleon complex.” He joked, taking the drink the bartender handed him a moment later.
As if on cue, the DJ played Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream. “Oh my god!” Kurt yelled in excitement, jumping up and down (Or as much as one can jump up and down on a table without falling on their ass.) “This song reminds me of you.” He told Blaine. “I think I wanted to date you before you had even gotten to the refrain.”
“It’ll be worth it.” Blaine winked at him, downing his drink. He nearly squealed when Teenage dream came on and grabbed Kurt’s hands, swaying to the music. “Can this be our song? It should be our song. Or is Candles our song? I think I like this one more. Ooooh, maybe Baby it’s cold outside is! Or Animal. Damn, Kurt, why do we not have more songs?”
He nearly fell off the table a minute later. He grabbed on to Kurt tightly and buried his face in his chest to regain his balance. “I think I’m drunk,” he told him seriously.
“NOOO!” Kurt almost yelled. “Candles is a break up song! Blaine why the heck did you pick that song to try and seduce me with?” He asked him, “Besides this is totally our song.” He said happily. “Though Baby It’s Cold Outside is a close second.” he informed Blaine primly, downing his drink quickly.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, wobbling unsteadily. “Me too. Not as drunk as you.” He looked at Blaine seriously. “Stay close to me, I will protect both of our drunken virtues.” He said solemnly.
“It was pretty,” Blaine said defensively. “We should like, take a note from Baby it’s cold outside and I can stay at your house for a night and we could have fun. Oh wait, I live with you now, never mind.”
Blaine giggled when Kurt said that. “My drunken virtue is in danger,” he shouted, hiccuping, hopping down from the table and ordering another drink. “At least there’s not another girl here to make me question my sexuality,” he informed Kurt.
“YAY!” Kurt cheered. “I just remembered that too.” He said happily, crawling off the table slowly, using Blaine’s shoulder to help him. “And yay for fun too!” He said, launching into a slurred verse of Baby It’s Cold Outside.
Kurt scowled “You said 100% gay! If you have to question your sexuality after you’ve had sex with me I am offended and sad.” He protested. “Besides, every time I think of you and Rachel kissing I feel like I’m going to throw up a little in my mouth.”
“I am 100% gay for Kurt Hummel,” Blaine announced, downing his fifth, maybe sixth or seventh drink, he’d lost count. “I think we should go home and have some fun,” he told Kurt. “But shhhh, we have to be quiet so your dad doesn’t know.”
Kurt quickly finished his drink, frowning. “I’m drunk and you’re drunk.” He looked at Blaine. “Oh my God how are we going to get home? We’ll have to sleep in a BAR!” He cried, throwing himself at Blaine for a hug. “Or call my dad. I’d rather sleep in a bar.”
