Starzhei's Note:
- Hey guys, girls and others. This here story is a companion piece to my other story, 'I Think I Love You', written from Kurt's perspective, to give insight into what happened at the party. Im thinking of making this a continuation, updating this when I feel like certain plot points in the main story need further explaining.
- I edited this myself, so ALL mistakes are mine. That means, there's ALOT of mistakes in this lol. Im useless.
- Please feel free to review. I read alot of people saying "Reviews are like crack to me!", Seriously? Crack is dangerous, and effs up your appearance, eww. Not to mention expensive. To me, reviews are like an episode of Glee. They make me smile from ear to ear, and I feel like prancing around for the rest of the week, singing and dancing and annoying the shit out of everyone I know.
- Speaking of, I don't own Glee. I never claimed to own Glee in the first place, but alas, I still need a disclaimer.
Kurt wasn't an idiot.
So when Blaine conveniently had a study hall session booked on Monday when Kurt had asked him over to his dorm to watch the SAG awards, Kurt knew something was up. And when Blaine had a doctors appointment on Wednesday when Kurt wanted help in choosing a song for his upcoming warblers solo audition, Kurt knew what was up.
It was confirmed on Friday night when Kurt had asked Blaine if he would like to go with him to Lima, to Mercedes' birthday party.
Yup, Blaine was avoiding him.
And Kurt couldn't help but be grateful. Because he had seriously embarrassed himself in front of the warbling warrior of Dalton Academy.
Kurt blamed himself for this whole mess. He mistakenly thought Blaine actually liked him. You know, liked him liked him. What a joke.
The casual touches, Kurt believed were signs of physical admiration. Every compliment on an outfit, every wink the other boy sent him, Kurt believed were advances of someone who was expressing an interest in him. But the thing he truly worshipped about Blaine, he got him. And Kurt truly believed that the feelings he had for Blaine were reciprocated.
Boy was he wrong.
Kurt had mustered up what Blaine had given him, courage, and asked the slightly shorter boy out on an official date. They had spent so much time together, cuddling on the couch watching shows and movies, giving their running commentary on whatever it was they were watching, and feeding off of each others comments. So Kurt wanted to make sure Blaine knew he was asking him out for a date, a proper one.
Kurt remembered the giddy feeling he had in the pit of his stomach all day. He wasn't even nervous at all. He thought, deep down in his heart of hearts, Blaine would say yes. Kurt remembered the smile that always seemed plastered on Blaine's face as he approached the raven haired boy in the common room and finally asked him out.
And Kurt remembered Blaine's face falling, and his sultry looking lips parting with the words, "Oh, Im so sorry Kurt, I thought you knew."
Really? Because the boyfriend Blaine went on to explain about, had never once come up in conversation the whole 2 months they had known each other.
After the disastrous attempt at scoring himself a date, Kurt had the whole night to think about it. Because the irony of his life meant that Blaine just so happened to have a date with said unknown-until-it-was-too-late boyfriend that night.
Kurt thought over every touch. Every word said, and every attentive gesture and it broke his heart for each one. It tore at him with each smile that Blaine shot at him. And he cried. And cried some more. Until he fell asleep.
They had talked during the week, of course. They had one class together, only because Kurt had to take an advanced English class. And when they were together that week, things seemed ok. Until they were alone.
That's when Blaine would become shady, and Kurt hated it. They had talked, that fateful Friday night when Blaine got home from his date with his assho, I mean boyfriend, and promised each other things wouldn't we weird between them. Kurt had lied and told Blaine he was happy just being friends, as long as they were, you know, friends.
And Mercedes was adamant that Kurt bring friends to her party, so they could all meet. Kurt saw this as the perfect opportunity to show off his new friends to his close friends, and a perfect opportunity to get Blaine away from Dalton for a weekend.
But Blaine declined, because he was going home to visit his parents. They lived in Blaine-is-avoiding-me-again, have you been there?
Kurt's roommates, Sinjin Trask, Tyrone Fieldmen and Izzy Huggins were available however. And Kurt truly liked them. They had accepted him for who he was, not what he was. And they had included him in many things they did. They were true friends. Little did he know, half the sophomore class had heard about the party and had asked for an invite. Mercedes, ever the social butterfly, was thrilled.
So Kurt arrived at Mercedes' house on Saturday night, after signing out of Dalton for the weekend to stay at his fathers house, and waited outside for his Dalton friends to arrive. 5 minutes after arriving, 4 cars, packed to the rafters with boys and a few of their girlfriends and boyfriends, pulled up and got out. Kurt sighed at the 24 people stumbling out of their respective birthdays and couldn't help but laugh.
"Ok, no rowdy behaviour. Mercedes is a boss, and she will kick your ass. Not to mention Santana, who I assume will probably try jump some of yours' bones" Kurt said, pointing at Tyrone, who, was absolutely yummy, "No fighting, no stealing, and take care of your sober driver. None of you will be staying here tonight, even if you fall asleep, so try not to do so. And most importantly" Kurt said with a massive smile, "Please don't embarrass me."
Everyone standing outside laughed loudly but promised to be on their best behaviour. Kurt laughed with them and strolled up to the front door and waited for Mercedes. She answered the door a little tipsily but brought Kurt into a bone crushing hug and standing to the side to be introduced to the hord of Daltonites.
One by one they filed in, greeting Mercedes, some with presents for her. As Kurt and Mercedes were left outside on the front porch, Mercedes waited a while and pulled Kurt to the side.
"Hey baby, how you holding up?" she asked.
Kurt had called her last Friday and told her what had happened.
"Im fine now, seeing your beautiful face. But Blaine couldn't come tonight. He had to 'meet his parents'" Kurt said, air quoting the last part.
Mercedes hugged him and smiled and reached put to pull him inside, but a loud obnoxious tooting car interrupted them.
"KURT! WE'RE HERE!"
Kurt lifted his hand to his face but laughed.
"David and Wes" he said simply.
The two said critters jumped out of their car and ran up to the front porch, before dropping to their knees, bowing at Mercedes feet.
"My lady, we are honoured to make your acquaintance" they chorused together.
Mercedes blushed and played along with them, holding her hand out for them to kiss. David kissed her hand first, then got up, hugged Kurt and entered the house. Wes then followed suit and entered the house.
"WTF are they?" Mercedes said, giggling and ushering Kurt inside by the hand.
"My sentiments exactly, my lady" Kurt replied with a wink.
Kurt was lead into the living room first, where the furniture had been removed, leaving a large dance floor where Sam and Finn were currently trying to out-pathetic each other, with many people around them cheering. Kurt waved to them and politely before being knocked down in a tackle.
"What the" he exclaimed, as everyone started laughing.
"Kurt! I missed you so much!"
Kurt smiled down at Brittany who was snuggling up to Kurt's chest, both of them still laying on the ground.
"Hey boo, missed you too" he replied, pulling her up and giving her a proper hug.
Brittany beamed and pulled him along to the kitchen/dining area where the drinks and snacks were.
"What do you want to drink? Mercedes is the best host, she has everything! Wine-coolers, beer, tequila shots, punch, juices, water. She even brought me pickle juice!" Brittany exclaimed, a mile a minute.
Kurt giggled as Brittany poured herself a tequila shot, but grimaced when she followed it with a pickle juice shot.
"B, that is seriously nasty"
Kurt turned to see Santana standing in the doorway, arms folded. Kurt smiled at her and waved, and was surprised to find himself in a soft, warm embrace by the self-appointed HBIC. It only lasted all of 3 seconds.
"Tell anyone I did that and ill shave your eyebrows off" she said harshly, "But I missed you" she said gentler.
"I missed you too. I missed everyone, where are they?"
"Artie is by the stereo system playing DJ, Puck and Rachel are getting freaky outside in the hammock" Kurt spit out his juice at that, but Brittany continued, "Quinn already left and Lauren is hitting on that Asian boy over there" Brittany said, pointing to Wes.
Kurt spit his juice out again at that sight, and caught Wes's eye. Wes seemed to be pleading with Kurt and Kurt couldn't help but guffaw out loud.
"Oh speaking of sudoku" Santana cut in, "Mike and Tina broke up."
"That's horrible, they were so cute together" Kurt said genuinely shocked.
"I think they're related" Brittany whispered.
"Not everyone with the same last name is related Britt" Santana said softly, "Although Im pretty sure Im related to J-Lo."
"Oh, ok" Brittany said, taking another shot of tequila and pickle juice.
"It was mutual apparently, but my guess is Chang got sick of Twilight not putting out. it's a shame letting prime cuisine go to waste, she doesn't know what she's missing out" Santana said nonchalantly, "He'll be begging for me by the end of the night, you watch."
Kurt screwed his nose up at Santana's comment and at the tequila shot she handed him. He had had alcohol a few times since that terrible 'Bambi incident' with Miss. Pillsbury, but it wasn't his favourite thing to do. But he accepted the shot glass before him anyway, clinking with Santana and Brittany before shooting it whole, trying to shake off the burning, tingling effect.
"Kurt Hummel" Tyrone said amusedly, walking over to the three friends at the island in the middle of the kitchen, "I never took you for the tequila type,"
Kurt's head shot to Tyrone, who was looking to Kurt's left. Kurt then turned to his left, seeing Santana not-so-subtly checking out the 6"1 French-African American. He roll his eyes and proceeded to introduce the two.
"Follow me" was Santana's parting words as she indicated with her fingers for Tyrone to follow her out.
To Kurt's surprise, Brittany snorted out loud.
"You ok Britt?" he asked concerned.
"Whatever, Im going to make out with Artie now" and with that, she turned and left the room.
Shrugging off his friends comment, Kurt poured himself another tequila shot, shot it down, and poured another. In the back of his mind, he knew chasing the horrible feeling of Blaine rejecting him away with alcohol was incredibly stupid. But the forth and fifth shot didn't seem to agree with him.
"Easy there."
Kurt turned to see Mike Chang walking into the kitchen. Kurt blushed, having been caught in embarrassment, but giggled. Mike smiled at Kurt's giggle, making Kurt blush even more.
"Hey" Kurt said with a huge smile.
"How much have you had?" Mike asked with an equally big smile.
"Six" Kurt said, raising another shot glass to his lips, before it was swiped from his hands.
"Everything ok?" Mike asked concerned.
"Not really" he said seriously, "Im sorry."
"Want to talk about it?" Mike asked, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Kurt.
"Not really, Im sorry" Kurt repeated.
"Im all for having a good time and stuff, but drinking away what's bugging you is stupid, and not like you Kurt."
"This is the most I've ever heard you speak" Kurt replied sharply, "You don't even know me."
Mike was silent for a moment for a moment, turning his head every which direction, looking for something it seemed.
"I always wanted to" Mike said at almost a whisper.
"Huh?" was Kurt's elegant reply.
"I always wanted to get to know you better. I just, I couldn't."
"Seriously? I cant believe how many people think they can 'catch the gay', and I never thought you were one of them Mike" Kurt said dejectedly, turning to leave, "Unbelievable" he said heading for the door.
"I know I cant catch the gay" Mike said hurriedly, "I was born with it."
Kurt stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face his Asian friend. He cocked an impeccably arched eyebrow and folded his arms.
"What?"
Mike looked shyly around the room and scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Tina and I broke up just before New Years" Mike said, pouring himself a tequila shot, and another one for Kurt.
Kurt just nodded, pacing back over to the island, standing next to Mike.
Kurt had always thought Mike was cute. He was slim, but his muscles were defined because of his dancing and football. His caramel coloured eyes always seemed to sparkle behind their slightly slanted perches. His dimples were the adorable, and according to Tina, he had one hell of a six-pack.
"My Chinese proverb for this year was to be more truthful to myself. So I told her I was bi. Cheers."
With his eyes bugged out, Kurt lifted his shot glass and clinked with Mikes and the two shot down there tequila in a shocked daze. It was a few moments later that Kurt his tongue back.
"But if you're bi, why did you break up?" he asked.
"I also told her I like someone else."
Kurt looked to Mike, who was blushing slightly. He looked so cute nervous.
"How did she take it?" Kurt asked.
"She was surprisingly supportive. Or at least as supportive as someone who just found out their boyfriend is bi and likes some guy he cant have" he rambled on, giggling a little, "She didn't come tonight."
Kurt patted Mikes arm gently with a smile. He was surprised, once again, by a hug from someone as Mike reached over and hugged Kurt. When he pulled away, Kurt noticed a stray tear run down Mikes face.
"Hey" Kurt said gently, reaching up to rub the tear away, "Its ok Michael. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."
"Thanks Kurt" Mike said shakily, "I've always admired you."
"Admired me? For what?"
"For not giving a flying fuck what people think about you. You're stronger than anyone gives you credit for, you know that? You have no idea how much I've always looked up to you, even though I didn't really show it."
Kurt blushed and pulled Mike into another hug. Mike let his right arm fall down to hold Kurt around the small of his back, and kept it there, so they could be close as they pulled away. Kurt smiled up at Mike, and Mike lifted his other hand up to cup Kurt's face. Kurt's breath catching in his throat.
"You're so pretty Kurt. Can I kiss you?" Mike asked looking into Kurt's eyes.
Kurt couldn't help but giggle lightly at the situation. Here he was with a jock pressed up against him, wanting to kiss him. And the only thing he could think of was Blaine. How pathetic was that.
He had thought of Blaine when Karofsky had him pressed up like this, and had gone ahead and stolen Kurt's first kiss with a boy. Kurt had been disgusted, of course, having Karofsky's fat ass that close to him, his pizza breath all up in his grill. The only thing that kept him alert and able to push him off was Blaine's word, courage.
That's why Kurt laughed. Oh the irony that was his life. At least he asked his inner voice said, sounding eerily like Santana. But Kurt pressed lightly against Mikes chest and shook his head.
"sorry Mike, you'll have to buy me dinner first" Kurt joked, thankful that Mike backed away and smiled with him.
"Next weekend then?"
"Wha" Kurt choked on his own spit, "What?"
"Will you go out with me next weekend? To dinner? On a date?"
Kurt's eyes bugged out again to his Asian friends words. He definitely wasn't expecting that. Someone had actually asked him out? On a date? Someone actually wanted him?
Before he could think, Kurt smiled and nodded his head.
"Of course! I mean, yeah" he said shyly, rubbing his neck, "Next weekend."
"Great!" Mike exclaimed, "it's a date!"
"It's, it's a date" Kurt replied, his voice trembling.
Kurt had to get Mikes number, but Mike already had Kurt's.
"Chang!" the boys heard a voice down the hall heading their way.
Kurt immediately stepped away from Mike, fiddling around on the counter. He couldn't believe they had actually just had the conversation they had with no interruptions from the very busy party going on in the next room.
"Dude, I have to get back before 1. My moms shift finishes at half 12" Puck said walking into the kitchen, "Oh, hey Hummel" he said, a quick nod to the flamboyant ex-New Directions member.
"You are the worst babysitter ever" Kurt said, already knowing why Puck needed to be home.
"Pssh, she s 8, she can take care of herself" he answered arrogantly.
Kurt rolled his eyes at the mohawked jock, but smiled.
"Ah, yeah. Im ready" Mike said, looking at Kurt, "He's giving me a ride home."
Kurt said bye to Mike and Puck as they exited the kitchen. Mike turned around just before exiting and shot Kurt a wink and a smile that showed off one of his dimples.
Kurt stood there smiling, before Blaine's face popped into his head. What would Blaine think of all of this? Surely he would be happy for Kurt, right? That's what friends do. They were friends right?
Kurt shook his head, trying to force thoughts of Blaine away from his mind. He always thought about the dapper boy, always. He needed to not think about him, because nothing could ever happen between them. Blaine had a boyfriend, and soon, so might Kurt. Besides, Blaine didn't even like him like that.
"White boy, have you been here this whole time?" Mercedes' booming voice echoed through the kitchen.
Kurt smiled at his best friend and reached out to take her hand, and pulled her over to stand next to him.
"I was catching up with Brittany and Santana earlier before she devoured by roommate. And I just finished chatting with Mike Chang."
"He must have been drunk if you actually had a conversation" Mercedes laughed, "What did yall talk about?"
"Him and Tina" Kurt blushed.
"Aww, sad isn't it? I think she's still hung up on Artie, or rather just come to her senses about her feelings for Artie. I swear this glee club has more dramas than an episode of One Tree Hill."
"I love that show!" a very inebriated Brittany stumbled into the room, lipstick smeared across half of her face, "Brooke is so hot!"
Kurt and Mercedes laughed out loud as Artie wheeled himself into the room, the rest of Brittany's lipstick smeared across half of his face. Brittany climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck before passing out in his arms.
"Take her to the study, home boy" Mercedes offered, pointing to the room down the hall, "If there's people in there, just kick them out or come get me, ill happily do it."
Artie nodded and wheeled himself and his girlfriend down the hall. Kurt watched with a fond smile.
"I miss you guys so much."
"Aww baby, we miss you too. New Directions isn't the same without you. Hell, the halls of McKinley aren't the same without you. Couch Beiste and Mr. Schue are really trying to get the football and glee club to ease up on each other. And Couch Sylvester isn't taking anything she sees lightly. You should see what she did to Iverson" Mercedes grimaced, shaking her head, "But its all too little too late if you ask me" she said sadly, looking at her ousted friend.
"No, its never too late. At least itll be better for future students. We have to change the world, one close-minded fool at a time."
"Damn, that's wise" she giggled.
"Blaine told me that" Kurt replied softly, "He's very wise."
"I wanted to give him a piece of my mind tonight. Next time, he has to come, no exceptions. Or ill cut him."
"Yes boss" he said, and the two friends laughed.
A knock on the kitchen door alerted the two and they looked to see a black boy with long brown curly hair standing there. Kurt waved him over.
"Hey Sinjin, what's up?" Mercedes asked, "Seriously, where did your name came from?"
Sinjin laughed and pulled up next to Mercedes.
"Its Hebrew. Or Persian? I cant remember."
All three laughed before Sinjin turned to Kurt.
"Hey Kurt, who was that guy you were talking to?"
Kurt blushed once again, and swore he saw Sinjin stifling a laugh. Luckily he didn't have to answer because a very shell-shocked looking Wes walked into the room, guided by David.
"What the hell happened to you?" Sinjin asked cheekily.
"That's no way to talk to a council member Mr. Trask!" David shot back, "But he wont tell me. He's in some sort of shock."
"OH WESLEY!"
Kurt practically pissed himself as he saw Wes jump up and run outside, away from Laurens voice. David ran after his friend and Sinjin followed after.
"You're friends are on crack" Mercedes said matter-of-factly, pouring two shots of tequila, handing one to Kurt.
"Which ones?" Kurt joked sticking his tongue out.
Mercedes swatted Kurt playfully on the arm. Just then, Sam, Finn and Artie came into the room bickering to each other happily and headed over to Mercedes and Kurt at the island in the kitchen.
"Three shots please" Finn said goofily, resting next to Kurt, draping his arm over his step-brothers shoulder.
Kurt smiled at his friends as Mercedes served up the shots.
"I cant believe my team is a bunch of alcoholic party-goers who don't even care how such poison could potentially cause long-lasting damage, not only to your entire body but also the only gift some of you have been given, your voice!" Rachel's unmistaken voice was heard saying.
"Shut it Berry! Take the stick out of your ass for longer than 2 seconds and realise that were AT A FUCKING PARTY!" Santana spat, waltzing into the room, pulling at her skirt and smoothing out her hair, "Ill have one too Chaka Khan."
Mercedes glared at Santana but poured two more shots, handing them to Santana and Rachel. Kurt giggled at Rachel's scrunched up face, but laughed obnoxiously as she took the shot into hand.
"Happy Birthday Mercedes" Kurt toasted, holding his shot up in the air.
Everyone held their shots up too, smiling at each other fondly.
"I love you Kurt" Mercedes said, as all glee friends clinked their shots together.
"WE LOVE YOU KURT!" chorused his friends, shooting their glasses of hot liquid down fast.
Kurt blushed, and actually had to fight back tears that he felt were just around the corner.
"I love you all too." he said genuinely touched, gesturing for them to gather around for a group hug.
All 7 friends gathered in an awkward group hug, but Kurt loved every 8 seconds of it. He truly felt accepted, and loved by his New Directions family.
And for the rest of the weekend, Kurt didn't think about Blaine.