Warnings for this chapter: Extremely brief mention of past dubcon.
Blaine Anderson had an extremely quiet college life. He didn't go to many parties or stay out drinking all night with his friends. As a matter of fact, most of the past four years had consisted of getting up every morning, going to class, going back to his crappy apartment, studying, and sleeping. That's why when he was asked to go to the NYU end of the year party (which could be described as the most important party of a college student's entire existence), he was pretty skeptical.
"Everyone is going to be there," Wes explained as his friends tried to persuade him into attending at least one party that year.
"I don't know…" Blaine took a sip of his coffee and stared at his two friends, who didn't seem like they were going to leave the coffee shop without a confirmation that he would be attending the party.
"Come on Blaine, it's going to be in a freaking penthouse," David chimed in, not adding much to the cause.
When Blaine didn't seem like he was going to give in, Wes gave one final sales pitch. "You haven't been to a party since when, freshman year? I know things got out of hand last time, but this one will be different. You'll have fun, Blaine, David and I will make sure of it."
Realizing that his friends only had his best interests at heart, Blaine finally agreed, feeling that he might as well have at least one real college experience before he graduated. With graduation only a few weeks away, he didn't have much time left. And if it would make his friends happy, he could bear one simple, little party.
Although this party was anything but little.
It was on the top floor of an expensive apartment complex in the Upper East Side. Blaine had never really seen places that looked as expensive as this one, the whole floor being occupied by this one penthouse. He assumed it belonged to one of the guys in his business class, able to pay their way through college without lifting a single finger.
"This is going to be the best night of our lives!" David screamed over the loud base of the song playing as they walked in the door. Their jackets were immediately taken from them before being offered a shot to start off the night. Blaine declined, but both Wes and David took one, giving Blaine no hope that they would be level-headed by the night's end.
As Blaine looked around, he noticed that there was absolutely no one at the party he knew. Yes, maybe he'd had classes with a few here and there, but no one he'd ever actually held a conversation with seemed to be in attendance. The party had only started a little over an hour before and everyone either looked drunk or was getting there. The area that was cleared for a dance floor was filled with half dressed women grinding up on attractive men with beers in their hands.
Everywhere Blaine turned he was being offered alcohol or a dance, which he politely turned down every time. The whole party felt like a nightclub filled with college students, minus the smoking, which Blaine could have assumed was being done in the bathrooms.
Wes and David had left him about twenty minutes after they'd arrived, finding it impossible to get Blaine to move out of the back corner near the kitchen. Blaine didn't want to ruin anyone else's fun, but the party was becoming too much for him to take.
"Hey," he heard someone call from behind him. When he was turned around he was surprised to see a thin brunette girl in a black cocktail dress, which was practically falling off of her. She took a shot of what she had in her hand and rested her arm on one of his shoulders. "You wanna dance?" She asked rather loudly so she could be heard over the music.
"No thanks," he responded, trying to shake her arm off of his shoulder. It wasn't just that he was gay that he didn't want to dance with the girl, but the fact that she seemed too intoxicated to even speak clearly.
"Oh come on…don't be so uptight." She started to loosen his bow-tie and pulled closer to him. "Please?" She pouted, the alcohol on her breath making Blaine want to gag. "You've looked so lonely all the way over here by yourself."
As the girl tried to corner him Blaine quickly pulled away. "I have to…" He looked around and saw a hallway that seemed to lead to the bedrooms. "I have to use the restroom," he forced out, practically running in the opposite direction.
"Don't be too long!" She called after him, although Blaine didn't really have any intention of ever going back.
There were a few people lingering in the back of the suite, most were either making out or waiting for the bathroom near the middle of the hallway. Blaine decided that his best shot of finding some form of quiet would be the bedrooms. The first door he opened contained a bedroom with two people inside who were presumably having sex, although Blaine couldn't really tell because he closed the door faster than he had opened it. Most of the doors Blaine passed by were locked, except for the last one, which wasn't locked but cracked open.
There wasn't any sound coming from the room and the lights were off, so Blaine decided to go in, knowing he wouldn't do the room any harm. This room was obviously the master bedroom, and was probably bigger than his whole apartment. After a few moments of being stunned by the shear massiveness of the room, Blaine closed the door slowly and locked it, not wanting anyone to walk in and find him there.
Blaine was relieved that he didn't have to suffer through the party anymore, and the room seemed cozy enough to spend a few hours in. He looked around for a few moments before finding a remote and turning on the television perched on the wall right in front of the large, king-sized bed. As he started to lie down on the bed, he noticed there was a door near the back of the room that seemed to open up to a balcony of some sort.
Blaine stared at it for a few moments before turning the TV off and walking to the back of the room, entranced by the amount of lights he could already see through the small windows on the doors.
As soon as he opened the doors his heart skipped a beat. His eyes focused on a man sitting on the ledge of the balcony, his feet dangling over the side.
The first thing that came to his mind was the worst. "Don't do it," he pleaded hastily.
The man on the ledge didn't even seem surprised, turning his head slightly to face Blaine. "Don't do what?" He asked, the light of the New York City skyline bouncing off the blue of his eyes. "I'm not going to jump, if that's what you're thinking."
It was exactly what Blaine was thinking. "What are you doing out here then?"
The brown-haired man gave a small smirk, the wind blowing his perfectly styled hair in every direction. "I might as well ask you the same question."
"I was trying to get away from the party," Blaine admitted. "It's not really my thing."
"A friend dragged you here too?" He asked, not moving from where he was settled on the edge of the balcony.
Blaine nodded, almost laughing at how readable he was. "Two actually."
The man, who didn't look much older than Blaine himself, nodded and turned back to face the rows of buildings lining the streets, "My friend made me come with her, even though she left me after the first five minutes." He took a deep breath and sighed. "It's much more peaceful out here anyway."
"Aren't you afraid?" Blaine interjected.
He seemed puzzled by Blaine's question. "Afraid of what?"
"Well, for starters, you're sitting on the ledge of a thirty story building."
"Hmm…" He looked around for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders. "Not really."
Blaine stood there in silence, wondering what to say. "Do you want something to drink?" The man on the ledge offered, interrupting his thoughts.
"Uhh, I don't really drink…alcohol." He answered, knowing those who didn't drink were usually the minority.
The stranger laughed and picked up a soda can that was sitting on the other side of him. "I didn't slip anything into it, I promise."
Blaine blushed and nodded, moving to the edge and retrieving the coke can before moving back against the wall near the door as fast as he could, trying not to get a glimpse of the road beneath them. "My name's Kurt by the way," he told Blaine. So, the man on the ledge had a name.
"Blaine."
"Your attire tells me you haven't been to many college parties," Kurt mentioned before taking a sip of his soda.
Blaine looked down at what he was wearing. It wasn't much different from what he usually wore. Black shoes, jeans rolled at the ankle because most were too long for him, and a cardigan topped off with a bow-tie, which was currently undone thanks to the girl back at the party. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He defended, almost childlike.
"Nothing's wrong with it," Kurt explained. "It just seems like something much rather suited for business class than a college party with beer pong being played at almost every corner…And you're much too cute to have your hair plastered to your head with all that gel."
Blaine blushed and leaned against the wall of the balcony, slowly sliding down until he was in a sitting position, still able to keep Kurt in his vision. "How did you know I was a business major?"
"I didn't…But now I do." Kurt looked back at Blaine and smiled. "Do you always let everyone you meet know everything about you?"
"I could probably say the same thing about you," he countered.
"Oh really, so tell me what you know about me then."
Blaine thought for a few moments, realizing he didn't really know anything about him but his first name. "I…"
Kurt finally hopped off the ledge, which made Blaine sigh in relief, and sat next to him on the ground. "Come on, it's easy, watch." Kurt turned so he was facing Blaine straight on. "It's obvious you'd much rather be at your apartment either reading or studying right now than here. Which gives me evidence to believe you're introverted, which is fine, I am too, to an extent. Your clothes tell me you care way too much about what others think of you, along with your hair, gelled down to hide any imperfections. I can also tell you're naturally very caring, by the way you tried to stop a random guy on a balcony edge from jumping, although there was no need for you to do so. And the business thing was seriously a lucky guess, but you gave that one away easy."
Blaine's mouth almost dropped, his whole life being read to him with previously only a few exchanges of words.
"Oh, and you're afraid of heights," Kurt added.
"If I'm afraid of heights then why did I come out here?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're honestly going to tell me you were going to go any further than the doorway?"
"Do you go here, to NYU?" Blaine asked, trying to get the subject off of his fear of heights.
Kurt grinned, realizing he had been just right."No, but my friend Santana goes here. I go to a fashion school a few blocks away."
"There you go," Blaine started pointing out, "I know you are a fashion designer."
"Your observation skills are incredible," Kurt gasped. Blaine couldn't help but laugh, the tension from the night slowly melting away. "I like your laugh," Kurt admitted. Blaine couldn't help as his cheeks turned red. "It's not forced…effortless."
"Can you tell anything else about me, besides that I laugh effortlessly?" Blaine grinned.
"Well, I could tell that you were really relieved to be away from that party. More relieved than just a regular person who doesn't like large groups of people would be by how flustered you were when you initially came out here. This leads me to believe there's another reason you don't want to be here tonight. Maybe something that has to do with how quickly you turned down what you thought was me offering you alcohol?"
Blaine's smiled faded and he looked away from Kurt, wondering if everyone he met could read him so easily.
"Sorry…" Kurt apologized. "You don't have to tell me anything."
"No, it's fine. It's just weird to think that you could see all of that just from knowing me for only a few minutes."
Kurt scooted closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder. "I'm sorry about whatever happened," he said sympathetically.
Blaine looked up at Kurt, who already knew more about him than most people he'd known for months. "If I told you, would you promise not to tell anyone?" Blaine felt like a child making promises like that, but the only people who'd ever known were Wes and David.
Blaine was unsure what Kurt was going to do for a few seconds, but to his surprise, Kurt gently placed his hand on Blaine's thigh and smiled reassuringly. "Cross my heart."
Blaine gave a small nod and started messing with one of the loose strings of his shirt. "The last time I was at a party was freshman year…I didn't go thinking I was going to drink, but everywhere I turned I was being offered more and more, picking random drinks off of the table because that's what everyone did." He took a deep breath, his voice becoming shaky and barely audible. "The last thing I remember from that night was a guy handing me a drink, and whispering something into my ear. When I woke up the next morning I was still in the house, naked on the bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms."
"So you don't remember any of it?"
Blaine shook his head. "One of my first real sexual experiences and I can't remember a thing…"
There were a few moments of silence before Kurt stood up, extending his hand. "Come on, I want to take you somewhere."
Blaine gave an obvious look of confusion and Kurt sighed, trying to take his hand. "Please Blaine? The night's not getting any younger."
Blaine looked up and Kurt and smiled softy. "Will ice cream be involved?"
"Only if you want it to be."
Blaine finally took Kurt's hand, leaving for one of the most memorable nights of his life.