Blame It On The Booze
Title: Blame It On The Booze
Author: K-Lee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck/Kurt and former Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Blame It On The Alcohol spoilers
Warnings: underaged drinking, cheating, and corny humor
Summary: Rachel's party ends up with a drunk Kurt and too many pairings.
Author's Notes: I wanted to have Kurt get drunk instead, and Blaine be sober. The Rachel/Blaine kiss never happened and Blaine is Kurt's ex, while Kurt is with Puck now.
~Blame It On The Booze~
Blaine shouldn't have been there.
That's how Puck felt. Who brings their ex-boyfriend with them to meet their new boyfriend? That's pretty lame. But all was forgotten when Kurt pecked Puck lightly on the lips. "You alright, babe?"
Puck shrugged. "The party's just really lame. Who's gonna get drunk on two wine coolers?"
And with that, Puck broke open Mr. and Mr. Berry's liquor cabinet. Who knew gay guys had great taste in alcohol? thought Puck. He grabbed everything and slid them across the bar counter, like a bartender.
Kurt was a little hesitant at first, but after a few kisses and persuading touches, Kurt had his first glass of tequila in his hand. "Kurt? You sure you want tequila as your first drink? You've never actually had alcohol. The good kind, I mean."
Kurt shrugged. "It won't matter in a few hours."
He snapped his wrist and drank the last bit of it. His eyes scrunched up a bit and he coughed. "Wow."
Kurt took body shots with Santana and Brittany, laughed his head of with Tina and Mercedes, grinded with Sam, and threw up on Finn. By the time they were starting to play spin the bottle, Kurt was wasted. Very wasted.
The green glass bottle spun around the group of wasted teenagers. Kurt looked about ready to pass out, until Kurt saw who he was kissing. "Mikey! Wanna taste of me?"
Mike Chang laughed as he moved forward and pressed his lips to Kurt's. "You're perty, Kurt."
Kurt giggled and stumbled as he tried to sit. Puck was sitting at the bar, watching Santana, beside him, was glaring daggers at Brittany, who face-sucked Sam. "What kind of drunk you think Kurt is?" Puck asked to Finn. "Dunno. Probably the 'happy drunk'. He has a little bit of 'emotional, crying drunk' and 'anger drunk'. But the night hasn't ended, so we might find there's more to him."
Puck smirked. "Let's hope he's the 'horny drunk' cuz I know I am." He laughed at Finn's mortified expression.
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"Tik Tok! On the clock! But the party don't stop, no! Oh-oh-oh!"
Kurt giggled as he jumped up and down to the music, stumbling everywhere. "Best party ever!" He yelled into the microphone, swinging his bangs, which had moved out of it's perfect position, around.
"Now the party don't stop 'til I walk in!"
Blaine caught Kurt before he hit his head against the stage edge. "Whoa! Kurt, I think we should get you home."
Kurt laughed. "No, I th-think we should stay. Dont you want me baby!"
Kurt ran away and Blaine tried to look through the crowd of dancers. Kurt was pretty fast when he wanted to be (no pun intended).
Blaine caught a glimpse of pale skin and followed.
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"Where's Kurt?" Puck yelled over the bass. Finn shrugged. "I saw him run from Blaine, that's it."
Rachel screamed and the music cut off ubruptly. It was eerily quiet as everyone watched the scene. Kurt was on the floor, laughing. He had fallen when the closet door was open and Blaine was rushing to button up his pants.
Kurt sat up and grinned at everyone. "Y-You should have been there!"
He stood shakily and leaned on Puck, who was next to him. "Blaine, tastes awsome. Just like last week and the day before. Shhhhh.....don't tell Puck," he half-whispered, half-shouted to Puck. He giggled softly.
Puck glared towards Blaine, who had just finished buttoning his pants and who was standing in the shadow of the closet, blushing.
Everyone groaned and moved back as Kurt threw his dinner up again on Puck's shirt.
"Oh my god, I'm pregnant!"
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Taking Kurt home was the scariest thing that Puck and Finn had ever done. They had prayed in the car that Burt had fallen asleep, but their prayers weren't answered.
"Where the hell have you been? And why does my son smell like alchohol?"
Kurt giggled and tried to stand straight, only succeeding in almost falling forward. "D-Dad! What's up? I-I'm so sorry! C-Can Blaine stay over? Puck doesn't want to drive Blaine home cuz I sucked his cock."
Burt's face turned a bright red. "I want Puckerman and that other boy out of my house! I'll take Kurt, Finn."
Finn nodded, handing over the smaller boy in a haste to escape.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Kurt woke up with the worst hangover. His head ached and he wished he could crawl under a rock. It was worsened when his bedroom light was turned on. "Ow!" he groaned.
"Since when are you allowed to drink, Kurt?" "Dad, stop yelling," Kurt whispered.
"Why?! I've never been do disappointed in you."
Burt left, but Kurt knew it wasn't over. He threw on his clothes, grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and left.
Throught the drive, Kurt felt dizzy and like he'd puke any second. He parked and saw Puck in the parking lot, leaning against his car. "Puck!"
Puck turned are frowned when he saw who it was. He began to walk away. "Puck? Puck! Where are you going?"
Kurt didn't get an answer, so he walked faster and grabbed Puck's arm. "Can you please tell me why are you mad? I had my dad yell at me this morning, knowing I have a huge head ache and I'd like to know why youvarw so upset."
Puck turned and pulled his arm back. "You don't know? Why don't you ask Kevin Jonas from your little fancy school? He probably remembers you sucking his dick." Kurt's eyes widened.
"Puck, I was drunk! I'm so sorry! Honestly. I know that's no excuse-"
"It isn't, Kurt. You said you've been doing it with him for weeks now!" Before Kurt could protest, he added,"Don't tell me. I'd rather not know. "
Kurt felt himself getting angry. "May I remind you that it was YOU who persuaded me to drink? Was there my fault when I basically had no choice since you where practically on top of me? So this is all MY fault?"
Puck rolled his eyes. "Putting the blame on me isn't doing you good, Kurt. You know what? I do want to know. Have you been cheating on me? Or have you been cheating on him with me?"
Kurt shook his head, his arms fighting around the books in his hand. "I'm dating you and only you, Noah. I don't know why I said it, but I did and I'm so sorry."
Puck sighed. "I'm sorry I accused you."
He smiled and walked away. Kurt felt his phone vibrate and he answered.
"Did you tell him?"
"No."
"Kurt!"
"I'm sorry, Blaine! I promise to tell him soon. He just seems so upset!"
"You're only making things worse by not telling him. If you don't say anything about what we really are and the real reason WHY you took me to that party, I will."
"Fine. Just give me a few days to decide how I'm going to word it."
"Fine."
Author: K-Lee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Puck/Kurt and former Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Blame It On The Alcohol spoilers
Warnings: underaged drinking, cheating, and corny humor
Summary: Rachel's party ends up with a drunk Kurt and too many pairings.
Author's Notes: I wanted to have Kurt get drunk instead, and Blaine be sober. The Rachel/Blaine kiss never happened and Blaine is Kurt's ex, while Kurt is with Puck now.
~Blame It On The Booze~
Blaine shouldn't have been there.
That's how Puck felt. Who brings their ex-boyfriend with them to meet their new boyfriend? That's pretty lame. But all was forgotten when Kurt pecked Puck lightly on the lips. "You alright, babe?"
Puck shrugged. "The party's just really lame. Who's gonna get drunk on two wine coolers?"
And with that, Puck broke open Mr. and Mr. Berry's liquor cabinet. Who knew gay guys had great taste in alcohol? thought Puck. He grabbed everything and slid them across the bar counter, like a bartender.
Kurt was a little hesitant at first, but after a few kisses and persuading touches, Kurt had his first glass of tequila in his hand. "Kurt? You sure you want tequila as your first drink? You've never actually had alcohol. The good kind, I mean."
Kurt shrugged. "It won't matter in a few hours."
He snapped his wrist and drank the last bit of it. His eyes scrunched up a bit and he coughed. "Wow."
Kurt took body shots with Santana and Brittany, laughed his head of with Tina and Mercedes, grinded with Sam, and threw up on Finn. By the time they were starting to play spin the bottle, Kurt was wasted. Very wasted.
The green glass bottle spun around the group of wasted teenagers. Kurt looked about ready to pass out, until Kurt saw who he was kissing. "Mikey! Wanna taste of me?"
Mike Chang laughed as he moved forward and pressed his lips to Kurt's. "You're perty, Kurt."
Kurt giggled and stumbled as he tried to sit. Puck was sitting at the bar, watching Santana, beside him, was glaring daggers at Brittany, who face-sucked Sam. "What kind of drunk you think Kurt is?" Puck asked to Finn. "Dunno. Probably the 'happy drunk'. He has a little bit of 'emotional, crying drunk' and 'anger drunk'. But the night hasn't ended, so we might find there's more to him."
Puck smirked. "Let's hope he's the 'horny drunk' cuz I know I am." He laughed at Finn's mortified expression.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Tik Tok! On the clock! But the party don't stop, no! Oh-oh-oh!"
Kurt giggled as he jumped up and down to the music, stumbling everywhere. "Best party ever!" He yelled into the microphone, swinging his bangs, which had moved out of it's perfect position, around.
"Now the party don't stop 'til I walk in!"
Blaine caught Kurt before he hit his head against the stage edge. "Whoa! Kurt, I think we should get you home."
Kurt laughed. "No, I th-think we should stay. Dont you want me baby!"
Kurt ran away and Blaine tried to look through the crowd of dancers. Kurt was pretty fast when he wanted to be (no pun intended).
Blaine caught a glimpse of pale skin and followed.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Where's Kurt?" Puck yelled over the bass. Finn shrugged. "I saw him run from Blaine, that's it."
Rachel screamed and the music cut off ubruptly. It was eerily quiet as everyone watched the scene. Kurt was on the floor, laughing. He had fallen when the closet door was open and Blaine was rushing to button up his pants.
Kurt sat up and grinned at everyone. "Y-You should have been there!"
He stood shakily and leaned on Puck, who was next to him. "Blaine, tastes awsome. Just like last week and the day before. Shhhhh.....don't tell Puck," he half-whispered, half-shouted to Puck. He giggled softly.
Puck glared towards Blaine, who had just finished buttoning his pants and who was standing in the shadow of the closet, blushing.
Everyone groaned and moved back as Kurt threw his dinner up again on Puck's shirt.
"Oh my god, I'm pregnant!"
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Taking Kurt home was the scariest thing that Puck and Finn had ever done. They had prayed in the car that Burt had fallen asleep, but their prayers weren't answered.
"Where the hell have you been? And why does my son smell like alchohol?"
Kurt giggled and tried to stand straight, only succeeding in almost falling forward. "D-Dad! What's up? I-I'm so sorry! C-Can Blaine stay over? Puck doesn't want to drive Blaine home cuz I sucked his cock."
Burt's face turned a bright red. "I want Puckerman and that other boy out of my house! I'll take Kurt, Finn."
Finn nodded, handing over the smaller boy in a haste to escape.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Kurt woke up with the worst hangover. His head ached and he wished he could crawl under a rock. It was worsened when his bedroom light was turned on. "Ow!" he groaned.
"Since when are you allowed to drink, Kurt?" "Dad, stop yelling," Kurt whispered.
"Why?! I've never been do disappointed in you."
Burt left, but Kurt knew it wasn't over. He threw on his clothes, grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and left.
Throught the drive, Kurt felt dizzy and like he'd puke any second. He parked and saw Puck in the parking lot, leaning against his car. "Puck!"
Puck turned are frowned when he saw who it was. He began to walk away. "Puck? Puck! Where are you going?"
Kurt didn't get an answer, so he walked faster and grabbed Puck's arm. "Can you please tell me why are you mad? I had my dad yell at me this morning, knowing I have a huge head ache and I'd like to know why youvarw so upset."
Puck turned and pulled his arm back. "You don't know? Why don't you ask Kevin Jonas from your little fancy school? He probably remembers you sucking his dick." Kurt's eyes widened.
"Puck, I was drunk! I'm so sorry! Honestly. I know that's no excuse-"
"It isn't, Kurt. You said you've been doing it with him for weeks now!" Before Kurt could protest, he added,"Don't tell me. I'd rather not know. "
Kurt felt himself getting angry. "May I remind you that it was YOU who persuaded me to drink? Was there my fault when I basically had no choice since you where practically on top of me? So this is all MY fault?"
Puck rolled his eyes. "Putting the blame on me isn't doing you good, Kurt. You know what? I do want to know. Have you been cheating on me? Or have you been cheating on him with me?"
Kurt shook his head, his arms fighting around the books in his hand. "I'm dating you and only you, Noah. I don't know why I said it, but I did and I'm so sorry."
Puck sighed. "I'm sorry I accused you."
He smiled and walked away. Kurt felt his phone vibrate and he answered.
"Did you tell him?"
"No."
"Kurt!"
"I'm sorry, Blaine! I promise to tell him soon. He just seems so upset!"
"You're only making things worse by not telling him. If you don't say anything about what we really are and the real reason WHY you took me to that party, I will."
"Fine. Just give me a few days to decide how I'm going to word it."
"Fine."