So, HI!

I don't normally do one shots but have found there are a number of moments I have hinted at in Big Brother that you will never read. So I decided to write them outside of that story, and as a few of you have asked to read them I thought I would give them a go.

They will be uploaded in no particular order and I don't even know how many of these I will do. If any of you have any moments you wish you could have read that have been referenced to in the story then feel free to message me and I will see what I can do.

Warning: Strong Language.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee

Big Brother: I'm Sexy and I Know it.

Friday November 19th 2010.

"Why are we here?" Carson groaned as he took a seat in one of the three bar area's in Sebastian chosen pub of the evening. This so called 'pub' actually happened to be a club, and not only a club, no it happened to be one of the biggest Gay clubs in the south of Manhattan, and as it was Sebastian's choice to chose where they celebrated, this is where he found himself.

"Come on Carson," Blaine said playfully punching him in the arm as he took the bar stool to his left, "live a little!" Live a little HA, yeah right. Sebastian hit him on the back while he put up three fingers to the bar man and mouthed 'three beers,' with a wink which had the bar man blushing.

He rolled his eyes and turned in his seat, his back resting against the bar as he took in the dance floor full of men dancing in numerous states of undress and costumes.

He didn't want to be here, and it wasn't because he hated being surrounded by gay people, he had nothing wrong with that, obviously, considering the two closest people in the world to him were both gay.

He didn't like being here because he didn't like the fact that some of the men in this room would check him out and think they stand a chance, when they never would. He felt guilty because he felt like a tease, how weird.

If he was being honest he would have much preferred to have been in some quiet pub somewhere enjoying a celebratory drink with his two best friends, but no. His two best friends, who have recently turned twenty one, were still relishing in the idea of being allowed to drink legally, so here he sat.

Sebastian nudged him in the arm before shoving a beer in his hand, knocking the neck of his beer against his before taking a swig of his own. His eyes seeming to settle on some random guy with brunette hair, large eyes. The guy was wearing blue trousers and a bright red t-shirt, he stood out, and even Carson had to admit he looked kind of cute.

He leaned towards Sebastian, keeping his gaze on the boy who couldn't be more than eighteen, "not really your type ey Seb?" he said with a wink knowing that it would only encourage him. Sebastian glanced at him before he resumed checking out the so called 'meat' on the dance floor.

"Anyone catch your interest yet Blaine," he asked looking towards the short brunette who's eyes didn't seem to really focus anywhere as he searched the floor, probably hoping to find the man of his dreams out there.

If only the world worked that way he thought with a sad smile as he punched him on the arm lightly, causing Blaine to smile at him before he resumed searching. He had to give it to the guy, still wanting to come out after only coming out of the hospital four weeks ago. Blaine was stronger then both he and Sebastian put together.

Letting the past memories go he let out a sigh as he allowed his own eyes to drift over the bodies on the dance floor. It was only half past ten and there were some people in here who seemed to be so drunk they couldn't even stand up straight, god what he would give to be young again.

Looking around the room he felt kind of old, Blaine and Sebastian had only turned twenty-one this year meaning they were only just legal to drink and here he was at the age of twenty-five sat in a gay bar. Don't get him wrong it wasn't that much older, but he still felt old.

If you'd asked five years ago where he expected to be sat on his twenty-fifth birthday, he would never have guessed this. "Cheer up buddy," Sebastian said as he placed his empty beer bottle on the table and ordered six shots of 'the most damning ones on the menu' as he had requested.

With a groan he brought the beer bottle to his lips he said, "man I am not doing shots, you know I'm no good on those things." He looked to the dance floor knowing all to well he'd end up doing them anyway. He shouldn't, he was a very very bad drunk.

"That's the whole point," Sebastian said teasingly with a wink as he pushed a shot glass full of bright red liquid into his free hand. A pink one into Blaine's, while his shot glass consisted of aqua blue liquid with pink bits in, it looked revolting.

He screwed his nose up at it and was about to protest when Sebastian was already shushing him. "Shut up Carson, it is your twenty-fifth birthday so we are going to have fun and celebrate by getting totally wasted!" he said raising his glass midair just in front of him, Blaine followed suit and they both turned to him in waiting.

He let out an annoyed sigh and looked towards the ceiling, "of course getting drunk sounds fun to you two, you've only just stopped using baby bottles," he said sarcastically. Sebastian shook his head as if he was being stupid, Blaine glared at him in annoyance before they both looked at him smiling, "come on C, you only live once!" Sebastian said to him in a tone that sound like a challenge.

He looked to Blaine who was still smiling at him the same way and in a split second he made a very bad decision, "screw it," he said with a smile as he rose his glass, all three clinking before they downed the brightly coloured liquid in one mouthful. Wow, that had a kick in it he thought as he took a swig of his beer to kill the burn in his throat.

"Whoo!" Sebastian said with a shake of his head, "Damn what the fuck was that!?" He asked the empty shot glass as he tried to look at it for a label. He shook his head, man these kids were such lightweights.

He turned to look at Blaine who just looked confused as he stared at nothing in particular, he placed the empty shot glass on the bar with a smile, deciding he would be the responsible one tonight and make sure these two got home safely.

"Here," Sebastian said shoving another shot glass in his hand, this one now had green liquid in with a yellow layer on top, again it looked disgusting. Sebastian and Blaine already had their glasses touching midair in front of him, both waiting for the *clink* giving them permission to down them.

He looked at them with a small smile deciding that one more shot wouldn't hurt, as long as this was all he had and remained on 4% drinks for the rest of the evening he 'd be fine. He nodded and raised his glass joining the toast, I can do this he thought encouragingly.

He could feel the first shot spreading through him, he could feel the thin layer of uncertainty settle over him as his thought process started to get cloudy. Without a second thought he lifted his glass to meet the two waiting for him and with a clink of glass on glass they downed their drinks in one mouthful.

Wow, he thought again, what the fuck is in this? He turned to put the empty cup on the bar and had intentions to ask the bar tender what they were drinking but his head got foggy and he got distracted, he was too old for this.

Sebastian had ordered six more shots and the barman was already leaving before he had even realised he'd been here. Shit, he thought through the drunken haze sitting over him. Fuck! I don't do shots! Sebastian knows this the bastard! he wanted to scream, he wanted to shout but it came out as a mangled thought.

He turned to face the dance floor, the lights flashing across his vision. He opened his eyes wide as he tried to look through the pink and purple bubbles dancing across his vision, for a moment he wondered what they were and why the looked so pretty.

Sebastian pushed another shot glass in his hand, he felt Blaine's hand on his arm and he looked to see the smaller boy smiling, his pupils seeming blown as he couldn't even stand up straight. Using his arm to support him, lightweight he sneered but knew he couldn't say much with the way his head was spinning.

He turned to Sebastian who had this huge, cocky grin on his face, his eyes blown wide too, "to Carson!" he said and this time they all raised they miniature glasses to the middle of the air between them, all repeating 'to Carson' before downing the sickly sweet liquid in one and moving on to the second one.

The last conscious thought he remembered; well fuck.

-/-

Carson woke with a groan as he barley opened his eyes before bringing his hand to cover them, the light being way too bright and hurting. His head felt as if someone was banging him across the head with a very small, but very real hammer. It fucking hurts he groaned internally, wondering how much he'd drunk last night.

Unable to remember much from last night at the moment, he turned on his side, expecting to bring his duvet up around him only for his hand to come across naked flesh. He froze at the contact, fuck. The only thought crossing his mind, what the fuck happened last night and what about Melody!?

Too afraid to look he left his hand covering his eyes as he tried to think through his post-drunken haze at what he should do, only to hear movement and a groan behind him. He shifted slightly feeling more then one set of legs, there's two people in my bed!? What the actual fuck!? This only seemed to be getting worse.

Waking up with two people in his bed was extremely rare, and considering he had a girlfriend it was most definitely not a good thing. He panicked wondering what the hell had happened considering he had spent his entire evening at a gay bar, when had he even had the chance to meet wo- oh fuck.

Realisation hit and then he started to silently freak out, did I sleep with two dudes last night!? Oh my god Melody is going to dump me and- "Carson?" he heard a male voice grumble interrupting his thoughts.

A voice that sounded a lot like, he moved to where the voice came from "Sebastian?" he asked before sighing in relief, "Thank fuck!" he said with a sigh allowing himself to drop back to the mattress in relief.

If Sebastian was in bed with him that meant Blaine was too, thank god he hadn't slept with two guys, that would have been the hardest thing to explain to Melody. "Whattimeisit?" he heard Sebastian mumble as he moved in closer to his back, he planned to answer until he felt Sebastian's bare skin against his back.

What the fuck? he sat up from his bed and looked down at his attire, well attire was a loose word considering all he seemed to be wearing was a leopard print thong. "What the fuck am I wearing and where the fuck are my clothes!?" he exploded making the two men in his bed jump and wince at the loud noise.

He was staring at himself in disbelief, a million questions running through his head when a pillow came out of a nowhere and smacked him across the face. "Lie down," Blaine mumbled from where his face was pressed against the mattress, "it's cold and you were keeping me warm."

Looking at Blaine in confusion he did what he was told, letting the two of them sleep while the grown up in the room tried to piece together the events of last night. Why did I drink shots, I'm not a fucking kid anymore.

He could remember saying he wasn't going to get drunk, he could remember telling Sebastian he wasn't going to do shots, he also remembers doing shots. He remembers dancing, a lot of dancing. Wait, he thought suddenly a weird memory crossing his mind, did I get hit on?

He must've wondered aloud because Sebastian answered with a "yeah, by the dude I had my eye on, fucking home wrecker" he mumbled into the mattress and he couldn't help but laugh. Carson 3, Sebastian 2 boom he thought with a celebratory edge.

Sebastian must've known what he was thinking because he murmured, "doesn't count," and before he even had chance to finish his sentence Blaine had mumbled "does too," into his skin which was the weirdest sensation ever coming from his best friend.

He laughed at the two kids in his bed, woah that sounds wrong, two men he corrected, in his bed. Getting back to the matter at hand he tried to figure out the going's on of last night and decided to start with the clothes he wasn't wearing.

First of all these weren't his underwear so at some point last night he must've changed somewhere, at this point in his life that fact didn't embarrass him anymore. Okay he lied, it bothered him a lot he just pretended it didn't. He tried to think, tried to focus, where did they go last night? What did they do? What were they wearing?

With all these unanswered questions flying around his pounding head he groaned in frustration before closing his eyes hopeing to remember more of the evening before sleep overtook him.

-/-

Two and a half hours later all three of them had pulled themselves out of his bed, all of them in all states of undress. Sebastian was wearing a thong and a see-through netted t-shirt that was most definitely not his, while Blaine was in a very tight pink polo shirt and a pair of boxers he didn't recognise. Why did they all change clothes last night?

They'd dressed themselves before making their way into the kitchen, which is where they were all now sat over their second steaming pot of coffee along with a bottle of painkillers. It was going to be a very long day.

"I think there was singing" Blaine said quietly into the counter, his cheek on the cool counter top. The coolness on his cheek apparently stopping him from feeling sick. "I'm pretty sure there was dancing."

Sebastian grumbled as he held a bag of peas to his head on a new bruise, one none of them had any idea about. Blaine's hand reached for the coffee cup that was nowhere near him and Carson had to stifle a laugh as Blaine huffed "and I know there was alcohol."

He shook his head in annoyance before deciding that it hurt. He mumbled "no shit sherlock" into his hands before reaching for his coffee. There was loud noise from the next room, the sound of one of their mobiles no doubt and all three of them covered their ears at the very loud noise.

The song seemed to go on forever, and why the hell was Carson's ringtone 'We No Speak Americano.' It was all loud music and the same stupid four words, the song drove him insane when he was sober, let alone hanging.

"Who the hell is ringing you at this time of the morning?" Blaine growled into the counter, "it's way too early." Carson had to admit that seeing his two friends hanging was hilarious, they weren't as used to the intake of the alcohol as he was.

He looked at the clock on the wall wondering what time it was and laughed at Blaine's previous statement, morning HA! "Guys, it's one thirty in the afternoon. It's no longer morning" he shook his head and then immediately regretted it when the ringing started.

There was silence between the three of them as they tried to sort through the whirling in their heads. They'd been that way for around twenty minutes when a very loud noise interrupted the silence making him wince in agony.

"OH MY GOD I'VE GOT IT!" Sebastian called jumping up from his seat at the breakfast bar and running out of the room, he barely managed without tripping over his own feet but he still made it somehow.

He and Blaine both winced at the noise "what the actual fuck!?" Blaine yelled into the counter top as he moved his other hand to cover his ear. He did the same, he may not suffer hang overs like the two kids did, but he still suffered.

Less than five minutes later Sebastian came running in with their three phones, confusion crossing through his still slightly blurred thoughts, not understanding why their phones would be of any importance right now. His 'yeah and' expression must've been obvious as he went onto explain.

"Maybe we took videos or pictures, or sent messages. There might be something on one of our phones that could help us remember!" He handed each of them their phones back as he swiftly unlocked his.

He grumbled, not wanting to admit that it was a really good idea and he was a little frustrated that he hadn't been the one to think of it. All three of them turned their attention to their phones, praying that they'd find something.

Going through his photo's he found several photo's of the three of them being involved in a foam party, their clothes so soaked through they'd turned into a second skin. It explained the change of clothes for the guys, his thong however, he still needed an explanation.

"Nah," he said disappointed "all I have are some interesting pictures of us at some foam party. At least it explains the change of clothes I guess" he said trying to find something good in his lack of photo's. "No video's or text's either."

"Oh, I have something!" Blaine exclaimed. "Oh my god it's a fifteen minute video" he said hopefully gesturing for the two of them to move to watch it with him.

He and Sebastian shared a glance before doing as Blaine gestured, moving to stand on either side of him, staring at the little screen as it rested in Blaine's hand on the breakfast bar as he pressed play.

Carson watched in embarrassment as he got up on a stage of some gay club he didn't recognise. He watched his very intoxicated self as he stripped down to nothing but a leopard print thong as he sang and danced along to a back tracking of 'Sexy and I Know It.'

"Oh my god" he groaned before he noticed Sebastian. He was stood on the bar dancing to the right of the screen but it was easy to tell that Carson was the main focus of this video. There were men dancing around the front of the stage, reaching out to try and touch him.

At one point, around seven minutes in he was absolutely mortified with himself. Still wearing nothing but this thong he stood right on the edge of the stage, random hands of random men wandering all over his body. He dropped to his knees for what reason he did not know, before one of them licked him from the line of his thong to his throat.

At that point he cringed, shuddering in the spot while the two of his so called 'best friends' were in hysterics over his misfortune. Looking down at his t-shirt covered chest he decided he needed a shower and he needed it now.

"Fuck, I need a shower" he said bolting to his bathroom, not caring about watching the rest of the video. He'd seen enough to know that no matter how much fun he'd had last night, he didn't want to know how that fun came about or what it included.

He never found out how he came to own that leopard print thong, and he probably never would. Deciding to forget it all he stripped down, throwing the thong in the bin and jumping in the shower, scrubbing his chest so hard it hurt.

"Oh my fucking god this is blackmail gold!" Sebastian said from his spot next to Blaine, his hands covering his mouth as he tried to stop himself laughing too loud.

Blaine was snickering beside hime trying his best to laugh quietly as a very drunk Carson was wished Happy Birthday at whatever club they were at. Sebastian thought it looked a lot like PB but he wasn't too sure.

This was one of the most hilarious things he'd seen in a very long time, Carson never got drunk and this was the reason why. He was flirting and dancing, 'erotically' dancing, with a bunch of other drunk men. It was hilarious!

Carson moved to drag him up on stage then, dragging him away from the bar and the cute blonde guy he was dancing with. "That guy was cute!" Blaine said matter-of-factly. Fucking cockblock he thought annoyingly before returning his attention to the video.

He was stood swaying side to side while Carson started off on some drunken ramblings about how amazing he was and how he was so lucky to be celebrating his birthday with his two best friends 'in the whole entire worldiverse.' He assumed he got confused between 'universe' and 'world' he laughed at the fact Carson got emotional when he was wasted.

"Looks like the good stuffs over" he mumbled disappointedly as nothing seemed to happen for the next few moments. Watching as they just danced, Blaine handing some one his phone and joining them on stage.

He raised an eyebrow glancing at Blaine, surprised he gave his phone out so willingly. Without even turning around Blaine knew what he was thinking, "I was so drunk I would never have given out my phone sober" he said with a shake of his head.

Sebastian tried to ignore the small smile that crept up on his face, his mouth turning up at the corners at the way they still knew each other so well. Thankfully he was pulled away from his thoughts before they could turn depressing by Blaine's shocked gasp.

"What? What?" he asked frantically, annoyed at himself for missing it. Blaine was shaking his head and re-winding his phone. "What the fuck did I miss B!?" he asked in frustration staring at the phone.

"Just wait," Blaine said through giggles, "you need to fucking see this Bas, I'm not even joking!" Once Blaine had found the part he was looking for he laughed to himself before positioning the phone in between them again.

"Whatever you do do not take your eyes off of the screen" Blaine warned and he knew this had to be good. They watched the video in silence before both of them gasped again, Blaine's more of a chuckle while Sebastian couldn't believe his eyes.

He couldn't take his eyes off of the screen as his very, very, very drunk friend did something he would never ever be able to forget. Mostly because they would never let him live this down. "Did he jus-"

"Yup" Blaine nodded and laughed as his friend continued to dance around the stage. The lyrics; 'It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes' were never meant to be taken literally, but a drunken Carson obviously didn't get that.

The only item of clothing he was wearing was a leopard print thong that he'd just removed as he claimed it was too hot. "Fuck," Sebastian mumbled in disbelief at the state of his friend and the reaction from the crowd.

It was probably the wrong thing to say and he would forever blame it on the fact he was hungover and the fact he was gay, but he muttered to Blaine "Wow that's fucking impressive."

He expected to hear Blaine squeal and make some comment about how inappropriate it was considering Carson was their straight best friend but to his surprise all Blaine did was nod and murmur "you can fucking say that again."

The two of them looked at each immediately, shock on their faces at saying something like that about their best friend. Both of their cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of red before they turned back to the screen.

A very drunk and very naked Carson continued to dance around a pole for a few minutes before fortunately a drunk Blaine had taken off of his t shirt and given it to him to cover up before anything too bad could happen, but oh my god. "So that's where my shirt went," Blaine mumbled to himself.

The two sat there in silence, staring at the screen until the video finished and went back to the menu. All embarrassment from the previous moment gone, they were friends and they were gay, it was fine as long as Carson never found out about it.

"He just, I just, he fucking- oh my god" Sebastian literally had no words to say about what they'd just seen. That was so beyond the way Carson was usually, he had to wonder how much alcohol they drank last night.

"Do we show Carson this?" Blaine asked, a smile on his face mixed with humor and concern. Sebastian looked at him wondering what they should do. Carson would be embarrassed if he ever saw this video, especially considering his two best friends would've seen it as well as very packed bar full of strangers getting the show live.

Surely it would be better if they kept the end of that video a secret from him? Edit the video maybe so he would only ever see his dancing and stripping, it would make Carson happier if he didn't know. What was that saying? Sometimes it's better not knowing.

After a moment of deliberation they decided to be responsible adults about the entire situation, putting Carson's wellbeing first.

So of course, he and Blaine jumped up off of their stools calling Carson's name as they ran to his bedroom, barging into his bedroom and interrupting his shower the two of them said at the same time "you've gotta see this!"

In the uproar of the video they forget to check Sebastian's phone. It wasn't until he was at home that night that he found a lot more damning and exciting evidence of Carson's twenty-fifth birthday celebration. The only question on his mind; to tell or not to tell?

Umm I had a lot of fun with the start of this story but come the end I struggled a little bit, unsure of how I was going to finish.

I don't know if this is the best ending to this story but after so much thinking and still coming up blank I decided it was kind of alright.

I hope you enjoyed the first One shot from Big Brother and I am positive there will be more to come!

Thank you for reading!

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Love Kaylee xx