Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes, Part 6
Title: Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Length: 10,067 words
Warnings: professor/student sexy times
Summary: After Kurt finds out that the dreamy man he met in the coffee shop is actually his professor, he goes to some drastic measure to get Professor Anderson’s attention.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Since this is AU, we’re going to pretend that NYU has both a Musical Theatre program and a Fashion Design program, and Rachel and Jesse are together. And thanks to my beta, prosaictragedy! This was a gift for katherine_lupin in the gleewinterfun exchange!
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“You look like you could use a drink,” Jeff says as soon as he walks in the door and sees Blaine sprawled out face-down on their sofa.
“Mmmph,” Blaine says in response.
“Bad day?” Jeff asks.
Blaine lifts his head up from the couch cushion. “Pretty bad, yeah.”
“You definitely need a drink, then.”
“What I need,” Blaine stresses, “is to stop wanting to bone a student.”
“I’m not even going to ask,” Jeff says. “But I still think alcohol is the answer. We go to a bar, you get drunk, you have a one night stand, and just like that he’s out of your mind.”
“That sounds like a horrible idea.”
“You’re going to do it anyway, though, aren’t you?”
Blaine sighs in defeat.
“Go get changed,” Jeff says smugly.
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“Bad day?” Jesse asks when he and Rachel once again return home to find Kurt hanging up-side down off the couch.
“The worst.”
“You look like you could use a drink,” Jesse says.
“Blaine wasn’t impressed by your paper?” Rachel asks.
“Not in the slightest.”
“In all fairness, I told you it was a bad idea.”
“Shut up, Rachel.”
“I don’t know why you insist on not listening to me! I told you, it would have been much more effective to - ”
“So, drinks!” Jesse cuts in, trying to diffuse what could potentially be a loud and long-winded argument. “We should go get some.”
“No,” Kurt whines. “I just want to put pajamas on and watch Sound of Music”.
“Yes!” Rachel exclaims. “I’ll go change!”
“No!” Jesse says firmly. “You’ve been moping about for weeks over this guy. It’s time to have some fun. If he doesn’t want you, it’s his loss. So you’re going to go into your room and put on those new jeans you bought last weekend, and the three of us are going to go to a bar and enjoy ourselves.”
“Fine,” Kurt says begrudgingly. “But I’m not going to like it.”
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Blaine is drunk. Very, very drunk. In his inebriated state he reasons with himself that he has every right to get wasted after everything that Kurt has put him through these last few weeks.
Sure, maybe it was wrong to lie to Kurt, and of course he wishes he could just ravish the boy. But he can’t do that, so drinking away his problems seems like the next best option.
He’s not sure where Jeff is. He’d gone after a girl about half an hour ago and Blaine hasn’t seen him since, but that’s probably just as well. Blaine is perfectly content sitting at bar getting progressively more drunk while Jeff gets laid. Really, he’s fine with it.
Why is this beer empty? He signals the bartender for another one.
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“Kurt, why aren’t you drunk yet?” Rachel screams over the thumping music as she drapes herself over Kurt’s shoulders. “You should be waaaaaaaaaasted by now!”
“I think you’re drunk enough for the both of us,” he says wryly, taking in her appearance. Her hair is mussed, her shirt is rumpled, and her makeup could definitely use a touch-up.
Jesse makes his way back to their table then. “Here you go, babe,” he says, handing Rachel another drink. Then they both disappear back onto the dance floor.
Kurt is perfectly content to stay where he and enjoy his drink in relative peace. He likes watching the people dancing rather than joining them. He’d danced a little with Rachel when they first got there but he doesn’t want to cockblock Jesse, even if it means he’ll have to wake up to them having sex in the morning. So he opts to just sit and observe and drown his sorrows in apple martinis.
Speaking of which, he needs another one.
Hoping that Jesse’s coat on the back of a chair will be enough to save their table, Kurt makes his way up to the bar.
“Apple martini,” he says, holding out some money. The bartender gives him a nod and starts making his drink.
“Hey!” comes a voice from down the bar. “Hey! Bartender! Beer me!”
Kurt can’t see the man who belongs to the voice, but he sounds slightly familiar. The bartender shoots the man a dirty look and continues making Kurt’s drink.
“I need beer!” the voice yells.
The bartender ignores him and hands Kurt his drink.
“Sorry about that guy,” the bartender says, nodding his head toward the yelling customer.
“It’s alright,” Kurt says, taking his drink. “Some people just don’t have manners,” he says loudly.
“Kurt?” the voice says.
Kurt whips his head to the left as the other man stands up.
The other man is Blaine. Shit.
Kurt feels his face turn into an angry frown.
“Kurt!” Blaine says, stumbling over to where Kurt is standing.
“Professor,” Kurt says coldly, then turns away to head back to his table.
“Oh, I see how it is,” Blaine says. Kurt turns around, hand on hip, waiting for an explanation. Blaine just turns back to the bar. “Beer me, bartender.”
“I think you’ve had enough.”
That, apparently, is the last straw for Blaine.
“No, I’ll tell you what I’ve had enough of,” Blaine yells. “I’ve had enough of you fucking ignoring me for other customers! I’ve had enough of this crappy service! I’ve had enough of students and rules and jerking off every night instead of fucking someone!” Blaine finishes by slamming his empty beer bottle down on the counter.
Kurt can feel his cheeks reddening at Blaine’s words.
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the bartender says.
But Blaine isn’t done yet.
“And,” he continues, turning around and pointing a finger at Kurt, “I’ve had enough of stupid Kurt Hummel with his gorgeous ass and filthy mouth and coffee that’s not for me!”
There, now he’s done. And to prove it, he promptly stumbles into Kurt, who catches him, and vomits on Kurt’s shoes. Then, he blacks out.
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The first thing that registers in Blaine’s mind when he regains consciousness, before he even opens his eyes, is that he feels like shit. His head is pounding, his mouth is dry, and his throat feels like he swallowed a vat of acid.
But he’s laying somewhere soft, he realizes, so it’s not all bad. He hesitantly opens an eye and then closes it again immediately, groaning at the brightness.
“Well, look who finally decided to wake up,” a stern voice says from somewhere behind him. He rolls over and blearily opens his eyes again.
“Kurt?” he says in a raspy voice.
“Rise and shine, Morning Glory,” Kurt says with a smile as he yanks the curtains apart.
“Argh!” Blaine quickly brings his hands up over his eyes, shielding himself from the bright sunlight.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kurt says innocently. “Is this too bright?”
“Yes!” Blaine chokes. “Why would you do that?”
“You deserve way more than that after what you put me through,” Kurt says angrily.
Blaine covers his face with both of his hands. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”
“I’ll say. Do you know how embarrassed I was last night?”
Blaine thinks back to last night and finds that he remembers very little of it. There was a bar. And Jeff. And then no Jeff. And everything after that is kind of blurry.
“Did I go to a zoo? I distinctly remember giraffes.”
Kurt snorts. “That’s surprising.”
Blaine sits up in bed and groans again. Kurt’s face softens.
“I brought you some advil and water,” Kurt says, gesturing to the nightstand. “Drink up, and then I’ll lecture you for a change, sound good?”
“You’re cute when you’re pretending to be mad,” Blaine says.
“And you’re honest when you’re wasted,” Kurt replies before stalking out of the room.
Part 7