A?N: All characters do not belong to me. Most belong to CP Coulter. And some belong to Glee. I own neither CP nor Glee.

The bass was pounding loudly through the large speakers in the enclosed space. The walls were throbbing; everything was shaking and rattling along to the loud music that was blasting into the Windsor common room. How Julian had ended up there, he couldn't quite remember. All he knew was that he was there and he was almost drunk. Something about the Tweedles throwing an end of the school year bash and inviting the guys from other houses just to stir up trouble and make more fun, lurked in the back of Julian's head, but not enough to cause alarm. Anything the Tweedles had planned couldn't compare to the drama that Julian had faced this year with Adam, and dammit, Julian deserved to get drunk and lost in his own world with everyone else. He shouldn't have to watch what he does anymore. No one was around to take advantage of him. Plus Logan had promised to back off of Kurt, and had been pretty good at keeping that promise thus far, but with the help of Logan off his meds and drunk, Julian couldn't be sure what Logan would do. And Julian didn't want to be sober enough to witness it or have to deal with it. So when a waitress came around with a tray of drinks (since when were there waitresses in Windsor house?), Julian grabbed two drinks off the tray and downed them, hoping to work himself into a drunken stupor before he finds Logan and does something he'll regret.

Logan, on the other hand, was on the other side of the room, also fairly drunk and also nursing his own drink. But he was watching Julian drink himself into oblivion. He was concerned for his friend, he had had a rough year, but Logan had taken his meds before he realized that there would be alcohol at this party (silly him for assuming the Tweedles would follow school rules after school had technically let out for the year even though they were all still on campus until tomorrow). So Logan was doped up and very relaxed, not to mention slightly intoxicated, and couldn't work up the energy to move from the couch he was currently laying on. His green eyes slowly wandered around the room at the rest of the party that was currently raging on in the Windsor common room.

The Tweedles were in the corner with some Hanover boy who seemed to be enjoying their company immensely, David was on the phone with someone, sobbing "I love you, I love you so fucking much" into it. Kurt and Blaine were cuddled on an armchair. Reed was rolling back and forth on a pile of pillows in the corner, while Blaine's younger brother, Shane, lay next to the pile of pillows, giggling every time Reed rolled next to him. Derek was nowhere to be found, but Logan assumed he was off in someone's room with one of the waitresses. It was obvious that everyone was drunk, and no one was holding back tonight. After all, they were all moving out tomorrow and had all survived another year without killing each other. Logan was pulled out of his haze when a slightly slurred voice came from the other side of the room shouted,

"KARAOKE TIME FELLOWSSSSS. Who's firssst?"

Logan opened his eyes to see a drunken Evan (it was Evan, wasn't it?) holding a microphone and Blaine's old blue boom box. Kurt sat up quickly giggling, and offered himself as the first to sing. He stumbled out of the chair he was in, took the microphone from Evan who mumbled a "here Aliceeeeee" before plopping down on the floor, waiting for Kurt to sing.

Kurt flipped through the CDs before settling on one with a devilish grin to his face.

Na na na

Come on

Na na na

Come on

Kurt stopped for a moment and let the CD keep playing, swaying slightly. Once the actual words started up, he started to sing along.

Feels so good being bad

There's no way I'm turning back

Now the pain is my pleasure

Cause nothing could measure

Love is great, love is fine

Out the box, out of line

The affliction of the feeling

Leaves me wanting more

By now all the boys were whistling and hooting to the best of their ability as they watched Kurt drunkenly saunter around the room before stopping right in front of where Blaine sat, attention fully on Kurt.

Cause I may be bad

But I'm perfectly good at it

Sex in the air

I don't care

I love the smell of it

Sticks and stones

May break my bones

But chains and whips

Excite me

Finally Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He sat up quickly from his seat and grabbed Kurt by the hand, pulling him up towards his room and away from everyone's watchful eyes. Kurt dropped the microphone on the floor and went willingly with Blaine.

Song is S&M - Rihanna