When he was younger, he hated the idea of alcohol. It was bitter and he really didn’t enjoy it that much. Of course, now, he had no problem with it. In fact, he was pretty sure that he was half made of alcohol by now. Kurt stared off, not paying much attention to those around him. It had been a long hard night, thanks to his boss. Tossing back the rest of his drink, he motioned for the bartender to give him his bill. Kurt stood up fast, however, his world was spinning fast and he felt himself bump into someone. “Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, glancing at the person for a moment before his face paled. “Blaine...?”