Title: "The Road Not Taken"
Chapter: One: "Blame It on the Alcohol"
Author: StJimmyHasSinned

A/N: Hello readers! I've been into Glee for a while, and fanfiction even longer. I've only visited the Glee section once or twice aimlessly, but could never get into the fics. But Tuesday's episode with Klaine's first kiss inspired me to write something. I spent Wednesday's entire school day thinking about the couple, and ideas kept coming. So here's the first chapter of my first Glee fic! I have to say I'm a bit nervous because I don't know anyone in this whole fandom, yet I'm used to knowing the entire American Idiot fandom and a good chunk of the Cats fandom. But whatever, enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee or any characters mentioned. I am, in no way, making a profit from this. It's just for fun and entertainment.

Warnings: Slash, obviously. If you are homophobic, please click "back" now because I don't really enjoy flames. Also, under-age drinking, sexual content in the near future, and…I'll add mild language just to be safe.

Have you ever woken up in the morning to find life twisting around before your very eyes? Have you ever let loose- maybe irresponsibly- not worrying for a moment what the consequences would be? Have you ever longed for a pause button, to stay in one moment forever?

~x~

The spring sun shone brightly through Mr. Kurt Hummel's bedroom window. He sat at his mirror, applying light foundation to his olive cheeks, masking even the slightest trace of a hangover. The perfect, over-achieving Rachel Berry's chill get-together, within an hour, turned into a drinking festivity. Finn and Kurt, however, vowed to each other to stay sober for the night…

Relax.

Loosen up.

Relieve life's stress. And boy, could Kurt use some hardcore stress-relieving. Gay-bashing and Glee ridicule day by day, his father's near-death experience…and oh, the list could go on.

Kurt sat alone on the couch, watching all his Glee friends get completely smashed. Across the room was Kurt's new step-brother and friend, trying to calm Rachel from her drunken stupor. Kurt's eyes mindlessly made their way to his love interest, Blaine Anderson. Kurt had never thought of Blaine as the partying/drinking type, and he, honestly, would have preferred not to. Blaine seemed to be the perfect example of the average alcohol-driven teenager: flirty, overly-confident, and a bit slurred in his speech.

Almost abruptly, he noticed Kurt sitting alone as they simultaneously made eye-contact. Blaine grabbed a second beer and stumbled over to his lonely friend, tripping over Quinn's stretched out leg on the way.

"Hey." Blaine plopped on the couch. "Wha's got you so down?"

Kurt tried to turn away, refusing to fall victim to peer pressure, but Blaine's face was too irresistible to ignore. "I…I just…don't want to get myself into anything I'll—"

"I's fine…" He handed his friend the second bottle.

Before Kurt could say any more, Finn walked up to the pair with his own beer in hand. "What happens if you tell the 'rents about this?" he asked Kurt.

"Uh…" Kurt thought to himself. "You'd probably murder me, correct?" He turned back to Blaine, taking the beer from his hand.

"Correct." They clinked their bottles together. "Cheers, bro." The two chugged down their drinks mutually.

As Kurt finished applying his make-up and recollecting what he could remember from the previous night, he looked over to see if the boy sleeping soundly in his bed was awake yet.

"Blaine?"

The older boy grumbled, shuffling around in Kurt's comforters.

Kurt sat himself down on the edge of his bed. "Time to wake up…We have school, Blaine."

A moment passed, and Kurt's door flung open.

Please be Finn…PLEASE be Finn…Kurt thought to himself, afraid to look behind him. And, of course, not Finn, but Kurt's father stood in the doorway awkwardly.

Kurt gasped lightly when he turned to see his father watching the scene.

He quickly turned around, making a point to slam the door on the way out. He claimed to be okay with his son being gay- and certainly he wanted to be- but was he really? Seeing that his son potentially slept with another boy was a huge slap in the face for him…

Once Kurt's father had made his way down the stairs, completely out of earshot, Kurt turned back to Blaine. "Hey, um, Blaine? You don't think we…did anything…do you?"

Silence.

"Blaine?" he repeated.

The boy shot up, completely confused. "Huh?" He looked at Kurt, and all around the room. "Oh…I slept here…"

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Blaine's obliviousness. "Yes dear, and my father saw you sleeping just a few minutes ago."

"Shit. I'm sorry…"

"Don't worry about it; I'll just have to have a fun talk with him later. Maybe it's better off you weren't awake for it- your champagne eyes are more than evident."

"And I have the headache to prove it."

"My first hangover…and I'm going to pretend it's your first too. It's nothing a bit of Advil and cover-up can't cure. That's what I did, and the pills are already kicking in." Kurt helped Blaine out of bed so he could get ready for school. Advil, cover-up, and one of Kurt's spare uniforms were all it took, but Blaine knew from experience that hangovers are never fun to deal with, especially during school.

"As I was trying to ask you before," Kurt started, "do you think we did anything last night?"

Blaine turned around. "Well, considering I woke up half-naked…Yes."

"I did too…" Kurt realized. "But…Could that of really happened?"

"Why not?" Blaine asked.

"Well these kinds of things don't happen for me. Blaine, if we had drunk sex, how will I ever remember it? My first time is supposed to by memorable and special."

The older boy chuckled. "Yeah, that was my original plan too Kurt, but if we really did do it, then whatever. There's no point in crying over what you can't control."

"Who said I would cry?" Kurt took that as a bit offensive, considering he was the "emotional one", which always made his insecure.

"That's not what I meant. Look, maybe our first time wasn't so memorable…But it was still special to me."

A/N: And there it is…How am I doing so far? Was the ending too rushed? I'm so not used to these characters, but any OOC-ness will be corrected as the story goes by. Please be nice, but constructive criticism is ALWAYS accepted. By the way, another warning: I hyphenate WAY too much. :D