...Kurt Smoked Pot?- Rated T
Was he really going to do this? Kurt looked around the room. He sat in a circle in Puck's basement with Blaine, Puck, Santana, Jeff, and Nick. Since it was summer, the Warblers and New Direction members hung out and partied a lot together. Usually Kurt stayed away from anything beyond a wine cooler here and there, but something about tonight was different. While everyone else was upstairs drinking and dancing, Puck invited anyone who wanted down to the basement to smoke some of his stash. Normally Kurt ignored these invites, but tonight his curiosity got the best of him. This wasn't Blaine's first time downstairs. All Kurt knew, was that when his boyfriend would come back from smoking, he'd be really handsy and giggly. Kurt wanted to witness this first hand. He wanted to know what the hype about smoking pot was.
For the first few passes, Kurt just observed. He was a tad floaty just from the second hand smoke. He looked over at Blaine, to his right. His eyes were bloodshot and squinting and he was laughing about his fingertips. Kurt looked to his left; the joint was making its way to him. He took the slender stick in his fingers. "It's now or never, right?" everyone nodded as he placed the joint between his lips. He sucked in, drawing the potent bud into his lungs. He inhaled too much, causing him to cough profusely. His chest and throat burned.
"Deep breaths, baby." Blaine said between giggles. Kurt obliged. He slowed his breathing, the sting in his throat subsided; he began to feel light and feathery. It was nice, relaxing even. When it was his turn again, everyone instructed him on the proper process of taking a hit. Over the next couple hits, Kurt inhaled a shallow breath, held the smoke, and then exhaled slowly. Kurt's eyes fell closed and he rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. Colors began to swirl behind his eyelids. He felt warm, Blaine felt warm. Kurt opened his eyes, grabbed Blaine's face and kissed him deeply.
The kiss intensified. They kissed as if any separation of their lips would result in ceasing to exist. Kurt's blood flowed quickly to his lap, making him more light headed then before. They breathed each other in along with the smoke in the air as hands began to wander.
Suddenly Kurt felt claustrophobic. He pulled away from Blaine. "I need some fresh air" He ran outside, hyperventilating. The world was closing in on him. He fell to the ground into the fetal position. The next thing he felt was cold water hitting him in the face, bringing him back to reality. He was outside, on the ground, wet, and starving. He looked up to see Blaine and Santana looking at him, worried.
"Well that was an interesting trip!" he said as everyone cracked up. They all laughed until their sides hurt. He wasn't sure if it was the pot still in his system talking but something told Kurt that this won't be his last visit to the basement.
AN: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review with Prompts as well... any "What If..." you have about glee... any at all. no matter how crazy!