Glee | Designated Drivers: 3. Cooler Car | New Directions (3 of 3
Started my daily ficlets to make the hiatus pass, then decided to keep going with a 2nd cycle, and then a 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th , 12th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, 24th, and 25th, 26th and 27th cycle. Now cycle 28!
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"DESIGNATED DRIVERS: 3. COOLER CAR"
New Directions
Once Blaine had gotten out of the car - and nearly fallen on his face - Mercedes was able to climb out and get in the back with Mike and Tina, who had climbed over her boyfriend to land in the middle, next to her friend. Mercedes immediately leaned in to whisper something to her, and the happy drunks went back on their merry cackling way, while Blaine got back in the car and closed the door. Kurt counted off his passengers, still imagining he’d turn around at some point and discover one of them had wandered off and something would happen and he would be in trouble and… No, they were all there…
The first one to be dropped off was Mercedes, too busy laughing about nothing and everything to even realize they had arrived at her house. “Okay, now everyone just be real quiet, because they can’t know I’m drunk,” she shook her head, looking to all of them.
“I won’t tell them,” Blaine mumbled.
“Thanks, Warbler guy,” Mercedes patted his hand
“And as long as they don’t see or hear you then you might have some kind of chance that they won’t notice…” Kurt deadpanned as he opened the door for her.
“Which is why we’re going to be… very… quiet,” she whispered.
“Yeah, alright, come on,” he guided her up to the door. “Go to bed, take it easy, and call me in the morning,” he instructed her.
“Yes, Doctor,” she told him, which got her laughing again. Kurt plastered his hand over her mouth and pointed his finger.
“No… no,” he told her, and she shook her head.
“Sorry,” she whispered when he pulled his hand back. He helped her get the door open before she scratched up the lock too much trying to find the hole and then he made sure the door was good and closed before he could head back to the car. While he was gone, it seemed Tina and Blaine had taken up a frontseat/backseat game of patty cake, which Mike followed with great intent.
“What’s it like in your world?” Kurt sighed, watching them as he got back in the driver’s seat. It wasn’t as though he was that interested to get drunk off his head, but it did look like they were all having fun right then, and he couldn’t participate. At the very least it afforded him the chance to watch Blaine with all the abandon he’d kept himself from giving in to, for fear he’d catch on to how he felt… There was nothing he wanted less than to end up telling him things he wanted and had to tell him when in all likelihood he wouldn’t remember them in the morning.
“I should sneak you in,” Tina stared up at Mike sitting next to her. “Hide you under my bed.”
“Okay,” he just nodded.
“No… no,” Kurt found himself saying, again, and now he imagined himself like some kind of parrot, repeating, and repeating, and denying them everything they asked for… As much as he respected the need for someone able to drive them back, it didn’t mean he had to like playing pooper to everyone’s party, something he considered as he caught the double Asian glare in the rear view mirror. “Okay, Mike, you’re up!” he spoke when he thankfully saw they were nearing his house. Kurt watched him, once he’d managed to let go of Tina and gotten out of the car, as he made his way up the path to his house, zigzagging along. “Watch it!” Kurt called after him. “If he breaks something Rachel’s going to kill me for tanking Regionals,” he spoke to himself.
“Hey, come on, you gotta cheer up, Kurt,” Blaine shook his head at him, and he put on a smile for him. “Much better… You should always smile, it looks good on you,” he complimented, and now the smile wouldn’t go away even if Kurt tried.
“Wait, hang on,” Tina spoke up from the back, and Kurt had honestly forgotten she was still there. “Are you going to drive him back all the way to Westerville?” she asked, and Kurt looked back to Blaine.
“Oh…” he realized; there was another thing he’d forgotten. The solution came to him very quickly, and to him this meant that it had to be the right one. “It’s fine. He can sleep at my house,” he told her.
“Slumber party, awesome,” Blaine reacted, and Kurt tried not to make too big a show.
“Oh, sure, you guys can but I can’t hide Mike in my room?” Tina frowned.
“Okay, now you’re starting to veer into angry drunk territory, let’s get you home,” Kurt sped up just a little. At least she didn’t live too far off from Mike’s, so they got there in under five minutes. Once he stopped the car, she scooted her way out, patting at Blaine’s hair as she went.
“Bye Bye, Blainy,” she called.
“See ya, Tina!” he called back, which cracked the angry drunk bubble and dropped her right back into the happy cackling place she’d been throughout the party. Kurt watched her go until she and her laughs disappeared behind the door. “Well, it looks like it’s just you and me,” Blaine’s head rolled back to look at Kurt, whose heart had flown into frenzy without warning.
“Looks that way. Just promise me you’ll be quiet, alright? Don’t want to wake up my father or Carole,” he begged, and Blaine nodded. “Right…” he breathed out, heading toward his house.
When they arrived, it looked as though Finn hadn’t arrived yet. This probably was best… He got Blaine out of the car, leading him into the house. He wasn’t sure what he was imagining about the first time he’d have Blaine or, really, any boy in his room, but he supposed this had a bit of a ‘not likely to forget it’ quality. “I-I… I think I need to sleep,” Blaine started, and the novelty shock of having him in his room went right along with having him in his bed, but now there they were. He pulled the covers back, let him lie down. “Thank you, fellow Warbler,” he thought he heard him mumble into the pillow. Kurt looked at him lying there for a moment before he had the presence of mind to pull his shoes off his feet, pulled the covers over him… his hand was so close to his face… he could have just reached out and touched his cheek, and…
Maybe it was that he had been waiting to hear it, but somewhere in the distance he heard the door open and close… Finn was home. Right away Kurt stood back up, looked to find Blaine was now asleep, and stepped out of the room. He met his stepbrother in the hall.
“Did everyone get home okay?” Finn asked.
“Everyone,” Kurt promised.
“Good…” Finn breathed out. “Are you going to bed now, or we could…”
“Yeah, no, I… I should probably get to bed. Long day tomorrow,” he nodded, and after a moment Finn nodded back, too, moving to his room. Kurt was about to go into his room when he heard Finn.
“Tell Blaine I said hi.” Kurt let out a breath, but then he closed his eyes… of course.
“Will do.”
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570] [571] [572]
[573] [574] [575] [576] [577]
[578] [579] [580] [581] [582]
[583] [584] [585] [586] [587]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 3. Cooler Car"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: Finn and Kurt, sober voices of reason, call the party's end... now to get everyone home...
Spoilers: 214 Blame it on the alcohol
if you have things you would like to see get written, pleeease drop by the suggestion box. The link is further down!
"DESIGNATED DRIVERS: 3. COOLER CAR"
New Directions
Once Blaine had gotten out of the car - and nearly fallen on his face - Mercedes was able to climb out and get in the back with Mike and Tina, who had climbed over her boyfriend to land in the middle, next to her friend. Mercedes immediately leaned in to whisper something to her, and the happy drunks went back on their merry cackling way, while Blaine got back in the car and closed the door. Kurt counted off his passengers, still imagining he’d turn around at some point and discover one of them had wandered off and something would happen and he would be in trouble and… No, they were all there…
The first one to be dropped off was Mercedes, too busy laughing about nothing and everything to even realize they had arrived at her house. “Okay, now everyone just be real quiet, because they can’t know I’m drunk,” she shook her head, looking to all of them.
“I won’t tell them,” Blaine mumbled.
“Thanks, Warbler guy,” Mercedes patted his hand
“And as long as they don’t see or hear you then you might have some kind of chance that they won’t notice…” Kurt deadpanned as he opened the door for her.
“Which is why we’re going to be… very… quiet,” she whispered.
“Yeah, alright, come on,” he guided her up to the door. “Go to bed, take it easy, and call me in the morning,” he instructed her.
“Yes, Doctor,” she told him, which got her laughing again. Kurt plastered his hand over her mouth and pointed his finger.
“No… no,” he told her, and she shook her head.
“Sorry,” she whispered when he pulled his hand back. He helped her get the door open before she scratched up the lock too much trying to find the hole and then he made sure the door was good and closed before he could head back to the car. While he was gone, it seemed Tina and Blaine had taken up a frontseat/backseat game of patty cake, which Mike followed with great intent.
“What’s it like in your world?” Kurt sighed, watching them as he got back in the driver’s seat. It wasn’t as though he was that interested to get drunk off his head, but it did look like they were all having fun right then, and he couldn’t participate. At the very least it afforded him the chance to watch Blaine with all the abandon he’d kept himself from giving in to, for fear he’d catch on to how he felt… There was nothing he wanted less than to end up telling him things he wanted and had to tell him when in all likelihood he wouldn’t remember them in the morning.
“I should sneak you in,” Tina stared up at Mike sitting next to her. “Hide you under my bed.”
“Okay,” he just nodded.
“No… no,” Kurt found himself saying, again, and now he imagined himself like some kind of parrot, repeating, and repeating, and denying them everything they asked for… As much as he respected the need for someone able to drive them back, it didn’t mean he had to like playing pooper to everyone’s party, something he considered as he caught the double Asian glare in the rear view mirror. “Okay, Mike, you’re up!” he spoke when he thankfully saw they were nearing his house. Kurt watched him, once he’d managed to let go of Tina and gotten out of the car, as he made his way up the path to his house, zigzagging along. “Watch it!” Kurt called after him. “If he breaks something Rachel’s going to kill me for tanking Regionals,” he spoke to himself.
“Hey, come on, you gotta cheer up, Kurt,” Blaine shook his head at him, and he put on a smile for him. “Much better… You should always smile, it looks good on you,” he complimented, and now the smile wouldn’t go away even if Kurt tried.
“Wait, hang on,” Tina spoke up from the back, and Kurt had honestly forgotten she was still there. “Are you going to drive him back all the way to Westerville?” she asked, and Kurt looked back to Blaine.
“Oh…” he realized; there was another thing he’d forgotten. The solution came to him very quickly, and to him this meant that it had to be the right one. “It’s fine. He can sleep at my house,” he told her.
“Slumber party, awesome,” Blaine reacted, and Kurt tried not to make too big a show.
“Oh, sure, you guys can but I can’t hide Mike in my room?” Tina frowned.
“Okay, now you’re starting to veer into angry drunk territory, let’s get you home,” Kurt sped up just a little. At least she didn’t live too far off from Mike’s, so they got there in under five minutes. Once he stopped the car, she scooted her way out, patting at Blaine’s hair as she went.
“Bye Bye, Blainy,” she called.
“See ya, Tina!” he called back, which cracked the angry drunk bubble and dropped her right back into the happy cackling place she’d been throughout the party. Kurt watched her go until she and her laughs disappeared behind the door. “Well, it looks like it’s just you and me,” Blaine’s head rolled back to look at Kurt, whose heart had flown into frenzy without warning.
“Looks that way. Just promise me you’ll be quiet, alright? Don’t want to wake up my father or Carole,” he begged, and Blaine nodded. “Right…” he breathed out, heading toward his house.
When they arrived, it looked as though Finn hadn’t arrived yet. This probably was best… He got Blaine out of the car, leading him into the house. He wasn’t sure what he was imagining about the first time he’d have Blaine or, really, any boy in his room, but he supposed this had a bit of a ‘not likely to forget it’ quality. “I-I… I think I need to sleep,” Blaine started, and the novelty shock of having him in his room went right along with having him in his bed, but now there they were. He pulled the covers back, let him lie down. “Thank you, fellow Warbler,” he thought he heard him mumble into the pillow. Kurt looked at him lying there for a moment before he had the presence of mind to pull his shoes off his feet, pulled the covers over him… his hand was so close to his face… he could have just reached out and touched his cheek, and…
Maybe it was that he had been waiting to hear it, but somewhere in the distance he heard the door open and close… Finn was home. Right away Kurt stood back up, looked to find Blaine was now asleep, and stepped out of the room. He met his stepbrother in the hall.
“Did everyone get home okay?” Finn asked.
“Everyone,” Kurt promised.
“Good…” Finn breathed out. “Are you going to bed now, or we could…”
“Yeah, no, I… I should probably get to bed. Long day tomorrow,” he nodded, and after a moment Finn nodded back, too, moving to his room. Kurt was about to go into his room when he heard Finn.
“Tell Blaine I said hi.” Kurt let out a breath, but then he closed his eyes… of course.
“Will do.”
THE END
* IN CONSTRUCTION! *
PREVIOUS DAYS
[Cycle 01] [Cycle 02] [Cycle 03] [Cycle 04] [Cycle 05]
[Cycle 06] [Cycle 07] [Cycle 08] [Cycle 09] [Cycle 10]
[Cycle 11] [Cycle 12] [Cycle 13] [Cycle 14] [Cycle 15]
[Cycle 16] [Cycle 17] [Cycle 18] [Cycle 19] [Cycle 20]
[Cycle 21] [Cycle 22] [Cycle 23] [Cycle 24] [Cycle 25]
[Cycle 26] [Cycle 27]
[Cycle 28]
[568] [569] [570] [571] [572]
[573] [574] [575] [576] [577]
[578] [579] [580] [581] [582]
[583] [584] [585] [586] [587]
Suggestion Drop Off
Title: "Designated Drivers: 3. Cooler Car"
Pairing: New Directions
Rating: G
Summary: Finn and Kurt, sober voices of reason, call the party's end... now to get everyone home...
Spoilers: 214 Blame it on the alcohol