Kurt sighed. “Just… Stay here. With us. And try to earn our trust back.”
"Okay," he whispered, and that was that. The silence between everyone was uncomfortable, but probably needed in this case, and he rubbed his arm gently.
"I’m not going to be little around you,” Alex snapped suddenly, fixing a glare on Blaine.
Kurt shook his head frantically. “Don’t you dare! You’ll stay right here, where I can keep an eye on you.”
"I’m sorry, I just don’t know what you want me to do," he whispered, crossing his arms protectively over his chest, taking a glance at Alex and looked away slowly.
"Well, we won’t. Not for a while. You’ll have to earn that trust back, Blaine, and I don’t really know how."
Blaine took another breath and looked to the wall, trembling. “D-do I need to leave? For a couple days maybe? Give you two space? What do you need from me?”
"And when you get that promotion -which you will one day, I tell you all the time- you’ll come to me and I will pour you a glass. This was a terrible decision, Blaine. I don’t know how to trust you right now.”
"I-I know," he whispered, burying his face in his hands. "I don’t know how you can trust me either. I don’t expect you to, at least."
Alex just sat there with a stony expression, arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair.
Kurt was furious. “There’s a reason our liquor cabinet is locked, Blaine! And you know that! You agreed!”
"I know," he whispered, leaning back. "I just thought that I would get the stupid promotion and we could celebrate." He sighed. "I don’t know what I was thinking.
Once he was done, Kurt set his bowl aside. “What were you thinking?” He started, glaring at Blaine. “And don’t say ‘spur of the moment’ because you had to have had a secret supply.”
Blaine felt like he was going to vomit. And not just because of the damn hangover he had, but because he disappointed Kurt and Alex, and he didn’t like that feeling. He fucked up, and now he had to face the consequences. “I… I may have picked up a bottle a couple weeks ago. I thought we were going to be celebrating at this point so I hid it for a surprise.”
Kurt glanced accusingly between Alex and Blaine. “Oatmeal.” He said, setting out three bowls. Alex’s had extra fruit; Kurt thought he could use the pampering. “And then a grown up conversation.”
"Okay," Alex said softly, sitting at the far end of the table and starting on his meal.
Blaine decided to give Alex his space and sat on the other end, keeping quiet.
Kurt nodded, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Go apologize to Alex.” He said, turning towards the kitchen.
Blaine nodded as well, slowly making his way to the door, opening it a little. He found a very much awake Alex, in the midst of changing out of his diaper. “Hey sweetheart. Do you need a hand?” he asked gently, stepping towards him slowly.
Alex jumped, taking a step back each time Blaine inched toward him. “No,” he said, turning partly around so he could still keep an eye on Blaine. “Kurt says I gotta be big, so I’m big. You go fix you and Kurt.”
Blaine didn’t know what to do, so he awkwardly stood there until Alex was changed into big boy clothes. “I wanted to apologize,” he whispered. “Last night… Last night wasn’t okay, and I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”
Alex huffed, squeezing past him, not acknowledging his presence at all. “What’s for breakfast, Kurt?” he asked softly, sitting at the kitchen bar.
Kurt sighed, bending down. “Blaine, you’re not dirty. But you did something awful and we’re going to have to talk about it.”
"I’m sorry," he whispered, getting to his feet. He looked Kurt straight in the eyes, taking a deep breath. "I, um… I’m going to go to an AA meeting," he said softly. "I’m going to get better. That shouldn’t have happened, and I’m sorry. Please forgive me? I know there’s a lot more to talk about… but you should know that." Tears ran down his cheeks and he wiped them away quickly.
Kurt’s face went a funny shade of red and he bent down, dragging Blaine up by his arms. “Don’t you dare swat at me right now.” He hissed. “I’m so furious with you, I don’t even know what to do!”
"Get away from me!" Blaine cried, failing to get free of Kurt’s grasp with what little energy he had. "Don’t touch me! I’m dirty!"