(The events taking place in this thread do no occur until Friday night. Starting it early so we can make sure a particular scene goes down before I go out of town.)
Blaine gently ran a hand through Jeff's hair, casting a small smile down at the sleeping boy. He hadn't even made it through High School Musical 2 before he passing out. (The alcohol probably hadn't helped matters.) He felt the pleasant buzz he had kept going for most of the evening start to drift into something a bit fuzzier. It was a lot cozier than the last time he had partaken in teenage debauchery. Less heart thumping bass, less Rachel Berry's tongue... and unfortunately, less Kurt.
With his voice of reason currently dead to the living world, he pulled out his phone and tapped out a quick text with his free hand.
wish u wre here. two-tone passedo ut u could totally dye his hair
sent 11:45pm april 1st to the boyfriend
He fully expected Kurt to reply with spelling corrections within minutes.
Feeling a pair of eyes attempting to bore into his skull, he shifted uncomfortably - a difficult feat considering the fact that Jeff was pretty much cemented to his side. Looking up only confirmed his suspicions. Cursing Jeff for falling asleep and leaving the two of them alone, Blaine took a long sip of the kool-aid and vodka concauction that had been his poison of choice of the evening.
"Listen, man - I'm trying," he grimaced at both the way the cheap vodka burned as it slid down his throat and how his words seemed to slur together. "I'm trying, for his sake. You know? So answer me this. What's your problem