Summary: Reaction fic to 5x17, Opening Night. When Kurt and Blaine leave the bar and go back to Kurt’s place, drunk and horny, one item still laying on Kurt’s bed makes Blaine put the brakes on their fun. And no, it’s not one of those sex toys Sue didn’t find lying around. (Those are in a box under the bed).
Author’s Note: I had to watch via a livestream tonight, and my connection was shotty at best. I barely saw the episode. So I’m ignoring that they never went home that night after the bar. And I’m going off of information from my best friend and super awesome person mister-antonio.
Fair warning: It’s smut. Deal with it.
Kurt’s only gotten drunk maybe a couple times in his life. Maybe. And both of which have been in New York. He hadn’t let himself get drunk in Ohio because he always felt like no matter where he was, his dad would show up and slap the drink out of his hand and give him a lecture about how much he matters.
Anywho. Kurt’s barely ever gotten drunk.
So when they go to the gay bar after Rachel’s opening, he figures, what the heck? It’s an occasion worth celebrating with a couple shots. Except after the first few shots, all he wants to do is take more. He’s having so much fun that more shots seem like the thing to do.
Somewhere between grinding on Blaine on the couch, and the dance floor, and against the bathroom stall door, Kurt figures he took something like twelve shots. Rough estimate. His mind got too fuzzy and fun to keep counting after eight.
But he figures it had to have been more than eight because this walk home is hard. He keeps running into Blaine and stepping on Blaine’s feet. He would still be at the bar right now, like everyone else, except Blaine wouldn’t stop begging Kurt to let him fuck him while they were at the bar.
“Jesus, Kurt, if you don’t stop rubbing your ass on my dick like that I’m going to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here.”
That had been on one of the couches, next to Santana, and Kurt has a few kinks but he doesn’t fancy himself an exhibitionist. At least not enough to let Blaine fuck him completely in public like that.
So they’re on their way home. Sloppily.