A/N: First chapter of my first fanfic! Yey me! Anyway, sorry guys but this is not a beta-ed work. If you can suggest someone who reads and corrects grammar, please do. In the mean time, I deeply apologize for not using correct grammar. I am from a country that uses English as a second language only, so I'm real sorry. R&R! :)

CHAPTER 1

The homecoming assembly was a success! Well, it was, until Sue turned the fire alarm on. Right after the ruckus happened; all the glee club members marched back to the choir room, all still hyped up about their previous number.

"That was amazing!" Finn exclaimed. Artie gave him a high-five to agree. Everybody was hugging and cheering, most of them surrounding Brittany for doing such a good job on her first solo.

"As Sue's right hand, I'm really sorry for ruining your first solo, B." Quinn hugged the blonde Cheerio.

"Not for long." Quinn glared at Santana's snarky comment. They glowered at each other's faces, slowly inching nearer to each other.

"Thanks, Quinn! But it was still fun!" Brittany stepped up in between them and at the same time, grabbed Santana's pinky with her own. She held it tight while tugging the brunette away to break her death glare away from Quinn. Successfully, Santana squeezed back and followed the blonde Cheerio.

When everybody was seated, Mr. Schue, together with Puck, entered the room. The Spanish teacher got his hand at Puck's shoulder; he whispered something to him before letting him sit on his chair. The student sat down looking all pissed off, his arms crossed at his chest.

"I want to congratulate you guys for an outstanding performance. Though we were cut short, it was still amazing." Mr. Schue smiled at the kids. "Now, I want to say—"

"Schuester!" Sue stood at the doorway; her eyes were still wide open because of the performance earlier. "Figgins' office! Now!" She turned around and walked furiously down the hall.

All the glee kids stared at the doorway where Sue stood; each of them had the I-sense-trouble face on their faces. "No need to worry, guys." The Spanish teacher chuckled, but he was unable to mask the nervousness in his laugh. "Rest for the weekend, okay? All our hardwork was worth it." He smiled at them, and then dashed at the principal's office.

As the rest of the glee club stood up and started packing their things, Rachel walked in front of them. She cleared her throat loudly to catch everyone's attention. "Since everyone persevered and sacrificed for this successful performance, I would like to invite all of you to our house. I anticipated our performance to be this awesome, so I prepared a small party. All of you are welcome to stay and sleep over."

Everybody mumbled an I-don't-know and a not-a-good-time response when Finn joined Rachel in front of them. "C'mon guys, this was our first assembly together." He smiled at them as some started nodding and reconsidering on the event.

The party eventually became a great turnout. Almost everybody came except for one. "My mom won't let me go to a party or even sleep over after Beth happened." She explained at Kurt thru the phone. "It's frustrating sometimes, but I get her. Anyway, I have to go. Say hi to everyone and have fun!" Kurt replied with a bye before ending the call. He was with Mercedes at the kitchen grabbing a soda for everyone when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Kurt scampered towards the door and looked through the peephole. His eyebrows arched up as he opened the door. "Why are you holding six packs of wine coolers?"

"It's a party, right?" Puck stepped inside the house and went straight to the dining room where he settled the wine coolers.

"Are you trying to impregnate someone again?" Mercedes asked the moment she saw the packs.

"Please. Who gets drunk with wine coolers?"

"Apparently, Quinn." Kurt answered behind his back.

"Well, Quinn's not here—"

"What is that?" Rachel's voice came from the doorway. She entered the dining room pointing at the bottles settled at the counter. "I promised my dads no alcoholic drinks whatsoever."

"These are just wine coolers!" Puck defended. "I just brought them to get the party started. That's all."

The others started marching towards the dining room. A few faces were lit up the moment they saw the wine coolers, while others disagree. "But we already have a party starter. I already placed in Rent on our DVD—"

"No offense, but Rent is your party starter, not ours." Santana exclaimed.

"Yeah. And I don't have money to pay you." Brittany added shyly. Santana rolled her eyes while others looked at Brittany with a confused expression on their faces.

"Geez, if you don't want to drink, then don't. No one's forcing anybody to chug it down." Puck announced at the room.

"Alright." Rachel replied. "But promise me you'll get rid of the evidence before my dads see it tomorrow morning, okay?"

Puck grinned at Rachel's reply. "I say, let's get this party started!"

It was not very long when everybody started to drift away when Rachel's second party starter began. Just like before, they protested on watching the Phantom of the Opera but have to give in since they were in Rachel's house and Finn was good in convincing. Eventually, Kurt was the last man standing in the room, staying up until in the last quarter of the movie. He looked around the room and saw that almost everyone was in their dream land. He stood up walked towards the DVD player to stop. He was about to lay down when the clinking of bottles from the kitchen caught his attention. Kurt stood up once again and went towards the noise.

"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic!" Puck whispered the lyrics to himself. He was holding a garbage bag in one hand, inside were empty wine cooler bottles. He was getting rid of the evidence as Rachel said before.

"So you keep promises, huh."

Puck almost jumped at the sound of Kurt's voice. He clasped his shirt at the chest part. "Never do that again, please."

Kurt grinned at the thought of Puck saying 'please'. "Mind if I keep you company? I'm not really sleepy yet."

"Actually…" Puck watched Kurt grab a stool and sat on it. It was always a pleasure for Kurt to watch Puck shift uncomfortably when he was around. " … I don't mind." He continued getting rid of the evidence. "So what do you think of the party?"

"Party?" Kurt replied. "The only party happened here was in the movie Rent when they performed La Vie Bohème, well atleast that scene seemed much more fun than here." Puck looked at him confused. "When they celebrated after the protest?"

"Oh, right."

"I don't know about you, but the party kind of sucks."

"Maybe because you didn't drink any of the wine coolers I brought." Puck pointed at the remaining two packs of wine coolers at the counter.

"How did you— Never mind." Kurt pondered at the thought of Puck watching him during the movie. Impossible, no. He's not watching me. "It's just, well, it lacks the games. You know, Truth or Dare, FMK, Seven Minutes in Heaven, those stuff."

Puck grabbed the remaining wine coolers and sat across Kurt. "Oh." He settled the wine coolers at the counter. "What's FMK?"

Kurt shook his head as he let out a sigh. "It stands for Fuck, Marry, Kill. Three names would be given to you, and you have to choose from those three whom you want to fuck, marry, and kill."

"Oh." Puck nodded his head slowly. "Finn, Mike, and me."

"What?"

"FMK. Finn, Mike, and me."

"Are you serious?"

"Hey, you're the one who said the party was boring." Puck shrugged.

Kurt let out a small laugh before answering it. "Well." He leaned in to the table, squinting his eyes a little to think. "I would definitely kill you for throwing me in the dumpster, slushing me, and nailing our lawn furniture on the roof."

Puck let out a laugh after hearing the last reason. "Can't you just let that go? That was two years ago."

"Two years?" Kurt thought for a moment. "Huh, it was pretty long ago."

"Mhmm. Now it's my turn."

"What?"

"FMK? Remember?"

"But that game wouldn't be fair for you."

"What? Why?

"Because all you care about is the F part." Kurt grinned at his own joke as Puck let out a fake laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Very funny." Kurt started laughing while Puck retorted more at him.

"So what are you going to do with these wine coolers?" The smaller boy pointed at the counter.

Puck looked at them for awhile, then back at Kurt. He smiled devilishly before answering. "Know the game I've Never?" He slid one of the six-packs towards Kurt, whose one eyebrow was arched up.

"I know the game, but I don't know if I should play." Kurt looked down at the wine coolers as if he was scared to touch it. "I get pretty talky when I drink."

"Is that the reason why you never had a drink tonight?"

"Noah Puckerman." Kurt now looked at the boy, who still had a devilish grin on his face. A few seconds of searching an answer at the boy's face, Kurt again looked down at the bottles. No, he did not watch me all night. Don't flatter yourself, Kurt. He took a bottle from the container. Once he opened his bottle, the fizz sound resounded as Puck also opened his bottle at the same time. "I've never kissed a girl." Kurt started. Puck raised his bottle at Kurt, to which Kurt raised also his. They clinked their bottles together and drank.

"Is Brittany your first kiss?" Puck asked.

"First kiss with a girl, yes." Kurt looked down at his bottle, staring at the rim. "But no first kiss yet with a boy." He suddenly glanced at Puck's direction. Was it his imagination or did he saw Puck smiled? Puck was fast enough to tip his bottle again at his lips, having another drink of his cooler.

"My turn. I've never…" He looked around the room to get some suggestions. He looked through Rachel's framed awards and certificates. "I've never had anything lower than a B in math." Kurt drank from his bottle. After drinking so, he noticed the other boy didn't drink.

"You've never had anything lower than a B in math?" Kurt questioned.

"Nope, never." Puck smiled. The smaller boy stared at the other boy's smile; he watched as how the boy smiled and reflected glints of those hazel brown eyes.

"I don't believe you."

"Really? Then how come you don't see me at any math class you had attended?" Kurt tilted his head. Yes, ever since 7th grade, he hasn't seen Puck on any of his math class, even this year. "After 6th grade, I've been taking up advance programs in math. Jesse was my classmate last year—"

"Wait, Jesse was a senior. So you're taking up 12th grade Calculus?"

"Am I hypocrite? I mean, I toss nerds at the dumpsters, but here I am being a geek and taking up advance programs."

"So you took other AP classes?"

"Just two."

"Math and?"

"History."

Kurt burst out a small laugh. "You are a hypocrite." He said between giggles.

It was already past two in the morning when both boys finished their fifth bottle of wine coolers. It started as a game of I've Never, but it ended as just a casual talk having a drink. Kurt never imagined having a civilized talk with Puck, but here he was now at Rachel's kitchen, laughing at his jokes and blabbering about everything. "I'm sorry, am I boring you?" Kurt asked. He was talking about how to change a tire and how dirty the whole process is but sometimes therapeutic. "I think I've had enough of these." He pushed the remaining bottle towards Puck, who was finishing his sixth and last bottle.

Puck smiled at the boy. "No, you're not boring me. And yes, I agree that you've had enough." He took the bottle and stored it in the fridge. "It's two in the morning, we should get some sleep."

"Why are we not like this in school? Or in anywhere?" Kurt stammered.

"You're drunk." Puck chuckled.

"No I'm not." Kurt defended. "Seriously, why? I mean, in school you're a jerk— no offense. But tonight, you're pretty amazing."

"You think so?" Puck inched nearer to Kurt slowly. "Maybe it's because no one takes me seriously in school, or in anywhere else. People assume that I'm just a big ass who likes to party, so I act like one. But I do love parties." Puck stopped just in front of Kurt, who was now looking down. He may be tipsy be he still felt guilty at what Puck said; he was one of those people who assumed. Puck grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him to stand up. He pulled once more to go the living room where everybody was sleeping already. Puck faced Kurt, "Get some sleep, okay?"

Kurt smiled and walked to his side of the room, right beside Mercedes, while the other boy, walked right beside his best friend. "Just one more question." Kurt whispered at Puck. "What happened to you after the assembly and you came with Mr. Schue?"

He heard the other boy sigh before answering. "I almost had a fight with Sue— not physically, but in words." Kurt watched Puck's silhouette shift as he answered. "I knew how all of us worked hard for the assembly, and it just frustrated me that she just ruined it. I was right there in front of her, ready to burst and tell her how horrible she was, when suddenly Mr. Schue pulled me away to the corridor and into the choir room."

"And what did Mr. Schue told you?"

"You caught that, huh?" Puck shifted more. "He told me that Sue has her terrible ways, but insulting it would not make her change for the better." Kurt smiled at his silhouette and was sure that Puck smiled back. "Sleep tight, Hummel."

"You too, Puckerman." Both boys knelt down at their respective places, and lay down. Kurt thought at how Puck acted tonight. He wasn't lying that Puck was amazing tonight, he was funny and opinionated. Kurt smiled as he relay the night's events on his mind. He drifted awat as the smile stayed on his lips.