So you don't really have to have read the first one to really get what's going on. But it does help a bit.
This one is kind of longer though, which is why it took so long.
Also, the first one for focused mainly on our Slutty Drunk Kurt, but this one sort of involves everyone a lot more, so... yeah. Anyway, I'm rambling.
Chuck some reviews at me if you fancy it.
And if I owned Glee then drunken parties would be happening every other episode. And what kind of message is that to the children?
One Too Many – Part Two
It was the first Friday of summer, Mr. and Mr. Berry were spending the weekend in San Francisco for their anniversary and, like some strange new tradition, Rachel had once again been convinced to have another party for the Glee Club in her basement.
It seemed like a good way to lift everybody's spirits after their loss at Nationals. Jesse St. James had shown up in New York for their performance and had stuck around to rekindle his relationship with Rachel and tell the rest of the club in blistering detail exactly why they had only come in twelve place ("Well, what did you expect? You wanted to perform original songs but you didn't even start writing them until you were in New York, you'd obviously not rehearsed as much as other choirs and those songs weren't very good. Frankly, only Rachel's performance was above average. But what would I know, right? I'm only the winner for four consecutive National Show Choir Championships...").
Needless to say, his reappearance hadn't quite gone down so well. Finn was taking it the hardest though, as he had gone through a messy break up with Quinn in the hopes that he would get back together with Rachel. Now he was left with Quinn hating him and Rachel dating Jesse. Let's just say he wasn't going to be the designated driver at this party. It turned out that when Finn had one too many he wasn't actually that much fun.
After the last party, Kurt had vowed that he would never drink again, but once he was there he just couldn't help himself and soon he was just as drunk as everybody else. The music was on full blast, and Kurt danced his way over to Finn with a drink in hand.
"Are you going to spend the entire party just sitting here, sulking into your beer?" he said, not sounding nearly as drunk as he actually was.
Finn rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, swaying where he sat.
"Whatever," he slurred grumpily. "I got every right to be pissed off, okay? I've gotta sit here and watch Rachel with that asshole..."
"Oh my God, are you still going on about that?" Kurt groaned. "Get over it, Finn! You had about a million chances with Rachel and you blew it, so just move on. There are other girls in our school, you know. And this is a party, for God's sake! Everybody's letting go, Santana hasn't even started crying yet, and even Quinn is having fun and she's like, the least fun person at these parties. You and your drunken moping are bringing the average down."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Finn mumbled, glaring at the floor.
"You are no fun, Finn," Kurt said matter-of-factly. "I like you better when you're sober."
Finn just shook his head and finished his drink as Kurt made his way back to the rest of the party. Brittany was up on the table, stripping in time to the Rihanna song that was blaring out of the speakers. Santana and Quinn were either side of her, Santana grinding along to the music in her tight red dress, and Quinn throwing her new short hair around. Tina, Mike, Sam, Mercedes, Artie and Blaine were all dancing too, Blaine the worst. Puck and Lauren were sitting on one of the couches, drunkenly making jokes, while Rachel and Jesse sat and made out.
Kurt finished his drink in one go and danced over to Blaine, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and kissing him hard without much prelude. They were full on making out as they swayed and grinded in time with the music, moaning into each other's mouths and pulling at each other's clothes and hair.
"Hey, Kurt!" Lauren called from the couch.
Kurt turned his head, Blaine still kissing his neck and sucking his earlobe.
"Yes?" he said with an innocent smile.
"You planning on being your usual slutty drunk self tonight?" she asked.
"It seems to be going that way, doesn't it?" Kurt said, as if commenting on the weather.
Jesse untangled himself from Rachel to say "Slutty? Kurt? Seriously?"
"Hell yeah," said Lauren. "It's hilarious!"
"But he's so... innocent," said Jesse, clearly confused.
"Oh no, not at all," slurred Rachel, her arms still around him. "The last time I had one of these parties Kurt got really drunk and made out with like, half the Glee Club. And then the next morning I found him and Blaine naked in my bed. I had to throw those sheets out."
Jesse laughed. "Whoa, hardcore. I never would have guessed."
Kurt just giggled as Blaine continued to kiss and bite his neck as if nobody was talking.
"By the way, Kurt," Lauren said. "That offer of a threesome with you, Blaine and Puck is still totally open."
Blaine suddenly looked up. "Oh my God, seriously? Yay!"
"No!" Puck said, frowning. "I am not having sex with any dudes, Lauren, quit pimping me out!"
"Don't be scared, Noah," Kurt cooed. "We don't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing."
Lauren, Jesse and Rachel laughed as Puck groaned loudly.
"Quit it, guys!" he shouted.
"You made out with Kurt last time," Lauren said. "And you really enjoyed it then."
"What?" Jesse exclaimed.
"Noah and I made out," Kurt said. "And I gave him a hard on"
"It was the booze!" Puck insisted as everyone else laughed. "And it was a dare!"
"And you just let this happen?" Jesse asked Blaine.
Blaine grinned. "Totally. Kurt's an excellent kisser and I just want everyone to get a chance to experience what I get to enjoy every day."
"Also," Kurt added. "Blaine's kind of a perv and he likes to watch me with other people."
"Yeah, that too," Blaine nodded.
Jesse laughed and shook his head. "You guys are crazy."
Kurt suddenly looked flirtatiously over at Jesse, smirking as he held Blaine close and swayed along to the music.
"So how about it, St. James?" he purred. "Want to see what all the fuss is about?"
"Wait... seriously?" Jesse laughed.
Kurt nodded, Blaine chuckling into his boyfriend's shoulder, as Rachel frowned.
"I don't think I'm comfortable with you making out with my boyfriend, Kurt," she said, her arms still possessively around Jesse.
"Oh, come on," Kurt shrugged. "You've already tried to turn Blaine straight once before. I think it's only fair that I get the opportunity to try and turn Jesse gay. To be honest, it shouldn't be too difficult. No one that bitchy and well-groomed can be 100% hetero."
"Thanks, Kurt," said Jesse sarcastically.
"So are we going to make out now?" Kurt said impatiently.
Jesse looked over at Rachel, who huffed and rolled her eyes but still said "Fine..."
"Yay!" Blaine cheered, untangling himself from Kurt, ready to watch.
"And it begins..." Lauren whispered to Puck.
Jesse got up, steadied himself for a second, and Kurt pulled him closer. He wrapped his arms around the older boy's neck and kissed him passionately, running his fingers through those light brown curls as they moaned into each other's mouths. They could hear whooping coming from the other end of the room, Blaine giggling happily and, just as Jesse was about to lose himself completely in Kurt's surprisingly epic kiss, Rachel yelled "Okay, that's enough! Kurt, get off my boyfriend!"
Jesse let out a little sigh when they separated, and Kurt smirked triumphantly, his fingers still tangled in Jesse's hair.
"You're hair is really soft," he said, their faces still close together. "Do you use some kind of special conditioner?"
"Erm... papaya extract," said Jesse, his hands still resting on Kurt's hips. "You really are a very good kisser. Blaine's a lucky man."
"I know," Kurt said with a shrug.
Rachel dragged Jesse by the back of his shirt so he was sitting back down next to her, still frowning even though Blaine, Lauren and Puck had all collapsed into fits of laughter.
"Oooh, Kurt, are you making out with everyone again?" Brittany squealed from up on the table.
"Of course he is!" Blaine said merrily.
Brittany clapped in excitement and got haphazardly off of the tabletop. She was wearing incredibly high heels and was much taller than Kurt, so when she practically threw herself on him he nearly fell over. He quickly steadied himself and soon they were making out with enthusiasm.
"Wooo!" Brittany cheered once they separated. "That will never not be awesome! Yeah, I made that! You're welcome, Blaine Warbler!"
"You may have made him gay, Britt," said Blaine. "But I made him fucking good at it."
"Yeah, you did," said Kurt cockily.
Brittany laughed and climbed back up on the table, wrapping her arms around Santana. The drunken Latina suddenly burst into tears against Brittany's shoulder as they moved to the music. Quinn got ungracefully off of the table and skipped over to Kurt, putting her arm around his shoulders.
"I feel so happy," she said, throwing her other arm in the air. "I feel so free!"
"Well, good," Kurt said, his arm around her waist. "It's nice to see you actually having fun. You're usually such a downer."
"I know," she said. "But I am through with that. This is a start of a new Quinn Frabray! I am done living in the past, I am done being angry all the time, and I am definitely done with men!"
"Fantastic," said Kurt. "But may I suggest that rather than give up every man in the world, you should just give up the ones called 'Finn Hudson' perhaps?"
"Yes!" cried Quinn. "Yes, you're right, you are exactly right, Kurt! It's not all men, it's just Finn Hudson! You're right and Rachel was right, Finn is kryptonite, Finn is an idiot!"
"Hey!" Finn called from the other side of the room. "I can hear you, you know!"
"Quiet, Finn," said Kurt, turning to his step-brother. "We're talking about you, honey, not to you. Now get back to your wallowing."
Finn grumbled bitterly and got himself another beer, as Quinn laughed against Kurt's shoulder. He was practically holding her up.
"I'm going to be Fun Quinn from now on," she slurred. "I am going to be fun and easy-going and I'm going to take risks and stuff, just like you, Kurt."
"Actually, I'm only this easy-going risk taker when I'm drunk," Kurt chuckled. "But it's great that I'm being such a terrible influence on you, Quinnie."
They both began to giggle uncontrollably, before Quinn suddenly pulled Kurt into a hard kiss. At first he was taken by surprise, but eventually he kissed her back. When they separated Quinn fanned herself with her hand, looking at Kurt in awe.
"Wow, that was intense," she said, sounding deeply impressed. "I see what all the fuss is about now."
Kurt nodded, smirking smugly as Quinn danced off to get herself another drink.
"You're so popular tonight, baby," said Blaine, resting his hands on Kurt's hips.
"Yeah," said Kurt. "But I've made out with way too many girls tonight. I can't make out with Finn because we're kind of related now – although it would probably cheer him up a lot. I can't make out with Mike again because he's busy making out with Tina. I can't make out with Sam because he's busy making out with Mercedes. That leaves..."
He scanned the room until his eyes fell on Artie, who was drinking a beer and rocking out to the music.
"Hey, Artie!" Kurt called. "Wanna make out?"
Artie burst out laughing. "Say what?"
"Would you like to make out with me?" Kurt said slowly and clearly.
"Oh, you should," Blaine added. "It really is wonderful."
"Damn, boy, you crazy," Artie chuckled, wheeling his chair over to them.
"Can I take that as a yes?" Kurt said flirtatiously.
Artie shrugged. "Sure, why not? If it's good enough for Puckerman..."
Kurt grinned and knelt down in front of Artie, resting his hands on the wheelchair's armrests. They both leaned forward at the same time and kissed slowly and passionately. Their tongues caressed and Artie couldn't help but moan into Kurt's mouth. He let out a breath that he didn't even realise he was holding once they separated.
"Damn..." he whispered.
"Yeah, I know," Kurt nodded, smirking smugly.
"Wooo, get some, Abrams!" Puck yelled as everyone around them laughed.
"Even though I'm totally straight, I gotta say that was off the chain," Artie said as Kurt stood up, swaying. "As Santana would probably say in this situation – if she wasn't crying and stuff – wanky!"
Kurt began to laugh so hard that he nearly fell over, and leaned against Blaine who was laughing uncontrollably too. Artie rolled over to watch Quinn dance by herself on the table and cheer her on. Brittany had gotten off the table to sit with Santana on the edge of the small stage and comfort her as she drunkenly sobbed about nothing in particular. On the other end of the stage, Mercedes and Sam were making out as if no one else was in the room. Tina and Mike were pulling some insane dance moves in the middle of the room, and Rachel and Jesse had gotten up to join them, dancing and kissing at the same time. Finn was still sitting by himself in the corner, pouring himself yet another drink, staring bitterly at Rachel and refusing to join in with anyone.
After a while of dancing and drinking, where everyone steadily got even drunker than before, Brittany got up on the stage in just her bra, mini skirt and high heels and cried "Let's play Spin the Bottle!"
Everybody cheered and went to sit in a circle on the floor – everyone except Finn, who stayed stubbornly where he was even after Kurt yelled that he was being a grumpy killjoy – and Tina got an empty liqueur bottle which she put in the middle of the circle.
"Okay, who should go first?" said Quinn, actually looking quite excited.
"Obviously not Kurt," said Santana, who'd managed to stop crying. "He's already made out with like, two thirds of the Glee Club so it's not fair."
Kurt chuckled, leaning against Blaine. "I'm not even sorry."
"I'll go first!" said Quinn, grinning.
She reached unsteadily over to the bottle and spun it. Everyone was giggling and Mike and Sam were patting their thighs like a drum-roll. Finally it landed on Rachel, and there was an explosion of laughter. Finn groaned and rolled his eyes, but nobody noticed.
"Fantastic," said Puck, rubbing his hands together. "I was hoping for some kind of girl-on-girl action tonight."
Lauren looked at him and shook her head. Rachel was blushing furiously, and Quinn was quite pink too, but she also looked quite determined. She crawled very ungracefully across the circle, and Rachel shut her eyes and let Quinn kiss her. Both girls were giggling as Rachel actually started to kiss Quinn back, everybody cheering and whooping around them. When they finally separated they looked at each other for a second, before bursting out laughing as Quinn moved back to her place in the circle.
"I cannot believe that just happened," Rachel laughed, covering her red face with her hands.
"It was kind of hot actually," Jesse commented beside her.
"See, I love New Quinn," Kurt said to no one in particular. "Old Quinn would never have kissed a girl, especially Rachel. New Quinn is awesome."
Blaine giggled in agreement before singing to himself "Quinn kissed a girl and she liked it..."
"You and your Katy Perry songs..." said Kurt, rolling his eyes and pecking Blaine on the lips just to shut him up.
The game continued quite randomly and with lots of laughter. There wasn't any real order as everyone was far too drunk to properly pay attention to what was going on. Finn had now pasted out on the couch, his half empty cup falling out of his hand and spilling all over the floor. But nobody had noticed a thing. To everybody's amusement, Puck had spun the bottle and it had landed on Blaine. Everyone was in hysterics and Blaine and Kurt both cheered, while Puck groaned in disappointment.
"No fair," he whined. "I've already kissed one guy and that's one guy more than I ever intended to kiss in my lifetime. Can't I have a do-over?"
"No do-overs, Puckerman!" Lauren said sternly, hitting him on the arm. "Quit being such a fucking vagina!"
"Oh, please?" Blaine begged, giving the puppy dog eyes to Puck. "Please, please, please can we make out? You've already made out with my boyfriend, it's only fair."
"What's the matter, Noah?" Kurt purred, smirking. "Afraid you might enjoy it too much like when you and I made out? Afraid you might get another raging boner?"
Everyone laughed and started chanting "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" until finally Puck huffed and nodded. Blaine cheered and crawled quickly over to him, practically climbed onto his lap and kissed him hard. The room was filled with the sounds of laughing and cheering as Blaine attacked Puck's mouth, kissing him passionately, nibbling his bottom lip and dragging his fingers through his mohawk. Puck was refusing to let himself enjoy it, even though the kiss was pretty intense and Blaine was moaning as if just making out would've been enough to make him come in his pants. It was hot and strangely gratifying, but Puck stubbornly refused to let himself show how much he was actually he was really fucking enjoying it. When they finally separated Blaine grinned deviously.
"Kurt was right, you're not actually very good at that," he said, still basically sitting on him and stroking his hair.
"Yeah, you really need to get off me," said Puck, pushing Blaine off his lap.
"Spoil sport," said Blaine, crawling back over to his very pleased looking boyfriend.
"Seriously," Lauren said so only Puck could hear her. "You have no idea how hot that was. I know you're pissed that I keep telling those two you'll have a threesome with them, but I'm not even kidding. If you did that and let me watch, it would be the single hottest thing ever." She leaned even closer to him, her voice sounding low and husky. "I'd be so turned on after watching you with them, so just imagine everything I'd let you do to me afterwards. Just saying."
"Wait – are you serious?" Puck said incredulously.
"I've never been more serious about anything," Lauren said simply, before turning back to the rest of the party with a satisfied smirk.
Puck wasn't sure what to do with himself. If he wasn't already sitting down, he'd definitely need to sit down. He looked over at Kurt and Blaine, who were sitting close together and cheering on Quinn and Santana making out, and he honestly didn't know what to think. Puck suddenly got up and stumbled over to the table where all the drinks were, and made himself a triple vodka and Coke. If he was genuinely considering doing this then he'd need to be way more drunk.
"What's up with Noah?" Kurt asked Lauren.
"He's considered having a threesome with you guys," she said nonchalantly. "On the condition that I get to watch."
"Seriously?" Blaine practically squealed. "Yaaaaay!"
Lauren just nodded. "The things Puckerman does for me..."
Kurt grinned, his drunken horniness suddenly doubling. "This really is turning out to be the best party ever."
I'm aware it's not finished. I haven't thought of it yet.
But I'll write it as fast as I can because sure you're all dying inside to know what happens next :P
But yeah. I hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers. Drink responsibly! :D
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