Not the First Time
It wasn't the first time they had butchered a classic song in public
In fact, it wasn't even the first time they had done it drunk. (Which was Noah's fault, really. It was always Noah's fault, considering what a sloppy, vengeful drunk Kurt was.)
It was their first time going out on the town with Kurt single. (Blaine had finally declared their long-distance relationship over, and Kurt – who should have been angry – was more amused to discover that his boyfriend had been seeing someone else. This was mainly hilarious because, really? How many out gays were there in the Lima area? It was Tina who he contacted and discovered that the boy Blaine was so enamoured with was still in the closet. Something which Blaine was vehemently against. He had laughed his head off and showed up at Noah's this morning to giggle about it.)
And Noah had finally admitted to his friend that, yes, he was most definitely bisexual. (Considering that he'd spent last night at a party, licking his way across some dude's abs, he was positive about that. And he'd only had, like, one beer, so no way his judgement had been clouded enough to make that okay if he hadn't thought the guy was smokin'. Then there was the fact that Noah was finally realizing he was out of Lima, and he wasn't gonna be a Lima Loser, and there was no one around who actually gave a shit about his orientation, so it really didn't matter anymore if he wanted to admit it.)
It wasn't the first time they were singing to each other. (Enough people had assumed they were a couple, considering their many ((un-))inspired performances serenading one another, that Noah had unofficially been "out" to pretty much the entire city long before he told Kurt that he thought guys were hot too.)
It was the first time they were completely and whole-heartedly singing to their friend and meaning every lyric.
It was the first time it wasn't a joke, or a dare, or a feint.
It was the first time they were abandoning all the excuses and denials and thinking that this might actually work out okay.
It was "Take Me Home Tonight" by Eddie Money. (And the guy's name was pimping before pimps became mainstream music men.)
"Take me home tonight. I don't wanna let you go 'til you see the light. Take me home tonight! Listen, honey, just like Ronnie said: Be my little baby? My darling."
It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time. (Not by a long shot.)
But at that moment (Before they gave up and started making out on stage.) it was the best.