A/N: I got bored and... This happened. I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. I just put two separate drabbles together and ended up with this thing that ships everything and makes no sense. The song is called Lucky by the band Hedley.
Enjoy (if you can make any sense out of it)!
"Happy Friday, guys," Mr. Shue greeted as he walked into the choir room on Friday afternoon. He was met with cheers at the mention of the date. They had just finished finals half an hour before, even Brittany sure she had passed. Rachel raised her hand to speak, but her Spanish teacher cut her off. "Before we begin, I understand that Blaine has another song he'd like to perform," the man announced. Blaine nodded and stood up, noticing his boyfriend's confused expression. Despite the two living together—in the same room, even—he had somehow managed to keep this a secret.
"Thanks, Mr. Shue. I just really like this song and wanted an excuse to sing it. That and Kurt won't let me sing it in the house." His reasoning was met with a few laughs from his friends, his boyfriend gaping at the realization of just what song he was going to sing, and he nodded to the band to start playing.
Hey that's a nice dress,
For easy access.
The way you wear it takes a lot of practise.
As he sang, Blaine pulled Tina up and spun her around, pushing her down into Mike's lap by the third line. The two Asians laughed and kissed each other quickly as Blaine moved up the risers to Quinn.
I like your lip gloss,
Your chained and church cross.
You've got the stare of a better better Kate Moss.
The blonde ruffled Blaine's curls (he'd been slushied earlier and Kurt had confiscated all of his hair gel from his locker) and, knowing the next line, turned the boy towards his boyfriend and all but pushed him forwards.
A lot of work for a little action
But it's worth your satisfaction
Kurt blushed as Blaine did a bit of a suggestive dance move in front of him, eliciting a few giggles from the girls and catcalls from the boys. The younger boy pulled him up and began to dance around him.
A lot of drinking, a little dancing
Gonna get some, gonna make it happen. Hey!
Blaine started grinding up against Kurt. He pouted playfully when the taller boy pushed him away and crossed his arms in protest, but lost his train of thought when the New Directions began singing the backup vocals.
(Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Yeah we're gonna have a good time.
Mike pulled Tina up, who reached for Brittany, who refused to go without her slushie and Santana, collectively raising the entire front row with Artie following them. The rest of the group joined them and began dancing around the room, somewhat copying Blaine's dancing with their significant others.
Hey! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Sit back and enjoy the ride.
(Whoa-oh-oh)
You gotta let it ride.
We're getting lucky.
Blaine began grinding exaggeratedly against a very amused Puck, effectively making Kurt jealous enough to pull him away. Blaine laughed and pressed himself closer to his boyfriend as Puck took over the lyrics.
Hey Mr. Nice Pants
Too bad you can't dance
Just put your faith in your rum-and-cola romance
Puck sang to Finn, surprisingly, but when the drummer took the next lines Blaine understood.
Yo that's a tight shirt
You've got the right flirt
So lock it up with the shorty in the white skirt
As Finn sang the last line, he gestured to Quinn and stood protectively by Rachel. The blonde blushed but went along with it as Puck danced with her the same way Blaine had with Kurt.
A lot of work for a little action
But it's worth your satisfaction
A lot of drinking, a little dancing
Gonna get some, gonna make it happen.
Hey! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Yeah we're gonna have a good time.
Hey! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Sit back and enjoy the ride.
Blaine and Puck sang the chorus together, then Puck left it to Blaine. The junior, as expected, began flirting with Kurt again. The older boy was now getting into the song, dancing along instead of just dealing with it.
Everybody grab somebody
Put your cold drink down
And pick up a hottie
Santana grabbed Brittany's grape slushie from the girl and replaced it with her hand, setting the cup on the piano and twirling with the blonde in her arms.
It's a lot of work for a little action
But it's worth your satisfaction
Everyone formed a circle around Kurt and Blaine, singing backup and clapping to the drum beat as the younger boy took lead and the music calmed a bit. The two were chest-to-chest, arms around each other's waist.
(Oh oh oh oh) Blow your mind
(Oh oh oh oh) Blow your mind
(Oh oh oh oh) Blow your mind
(Oh oh oh oh)
The boys would have forgotten where they were if it hadn't been for the band. The music resumed it's normal volume and the circle broke, resuming it's random dancing and snapping the couple back into reality.
Hey! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Yeah we're gonna have a good time.
Hey! (Whoa-oh-oh)
Someone's getting lucky tonight.
Sit back and enjoy the ride.
Blaine chased Kurt up to the wall, effectively trapping him by putting a hand on either side of the older boy's torso. He pressed their foreheads together and sang the last few lines tantalizingly close to his lips.
(Oh oh oh oh)
Gotta let it ride
(Oh oh oh oh)
We're getting lucky tonight
(Oh oh oh oh)
Gotta let it ride
(Oh oh oh oh)
We're getting lucky tonight
Blaine went to kiss his boyfriend, but stopped when he heard a voice close behind him. They had stopped right beside the open door.
"Fags,"the hockey player slurred before dumping a bright blue slushie on each of the boys' heads. Kurt wiped the drink out of his eyes and opened his mouth to yell at the puckhead who fled down the hall, but Blaine stopped him and pointed at Santana.
The Cheerio had picked her girlfriend's slushie up off the piano and stormed silently after the jock. Once she had caught up to him, she tossed it in his face and promptly started yelling profanities and threats in an odd combination of English and Spanish. Puckerman chased after her, Rory on his tail. The two each grabbed one of her elbows and pulled her back to the choir room.
Everyone cleared a path as a still-raging Santana was dragged in to the back of the room, Mr. Shue blushing at the words Santana was using. Kurt and Blaine fled to the bathroom, avoiding the raging Latina's eyes as she passed.
"Remind me never to get on her bad side," Blaine joked once they were hidden in the boys' room down the hall, Kurt pulling out a miniature bottle of shampoo out of his bag. The older boy let out a laugh and motioned to the sink.
"Sit," he ordered after rinsing his face, "this stuff is way harder to get out of your hair than mine." The junior complied, taking the fold-up chair they had stowed in Artie's stall and placing it in front of the middle sink. He sat down and put his head under the stream of cold water, closing his eyes against the soap.
"Damn it," Blaine muttered, realizing he didn't have a change of clothes. He could practically sense Kurt's eyebrow going up, so he explained that he had been slushied earlier and Tina had helped him clean up. Kurt sighed as he finished rising his boyfriend's hair.
"Take your shirt off," he demanded. Blaine complied, careful not to get any of the blue ice in his curls as he pulled the garment off. Kurt rinsed it off in the sink, adding a bit of the hand soap from the dispenser to get out the sugar and corn syrup.
"Ta-da," he said unenthusiastically as he finished drying the shirt under the hand dryer. "Best you're gonna get." Blaine pulled the still-damp t-shirt back on and looked at his boyfriend.
"So," he began, motioning for Kurt to sit in the chair he had just vacated. "Did you like my song?"
Kurt laughed. "Why do you think I don't let you sing it at home?" he asked. Blaine didn't answer.
"It's because of what my dad would do if he found you singing that to me in his house," the brunet explained after a moment. "He'd jump to all the right conclusions and we'd be dead." Blaine laughed once and splashed a bit of water on his boyfriend's face playfully as he washed his hair. Kurt's smile melted into a scowl and he shivered.
"Cold," he said shakily as he sat up, taking a towel out of his bag and patting his hair and face dry. Blaine just shook his head like a dog, sending water droplets flying in every direction. Kurt changed his shirt, already having one in his bag, and tossed the be-slushied one in the trash can.
"That stain will never come out," he muttered as his top landed in the bin. "You, however, have successfully dyed your entire shirt blue. Congrats." The junior smiled and took his boyfriend's hand.
"Think Santana's calmed down by now?" he asked, using his free hand to fold up the chair and put it back in the handicapped stall. Kurt laughed and muttered something along the lines of "Might have to sedate her," before leading the way back to the choir room.
As the boys walked in, they saw that Santana was sitting in the corner with Brittany and muttering something to herself while Mr. Shue cleaned up the slushie by the door. Rachel was singing for anyone who would listen, but everyone was just talking to each other and ignoring her.
"Okay, guys, let's get to work," the teacher called as he finished with the slushie mess. "So," he began, walking over to the whiteboard, "we need to find a way to raise money for the bus to regionals. Does anyone have any ideas?" The teacher drew a big dollar sign in blue on the board and turned to his students.
Rachel immediately raised her hand, but Rory put up his own at the same time.
"Yes, Rory?" The little Irish boy didn't usually have ideas, but Mr. Shue wanted to give someone other than Rachel a chance.
"I've seen how much you guys get slushied," he commented, standing up and gesturing to the rest of the group, eyes resting on Kurt and Blaine beside him for a moment, "so I thought that we could put up a booth in the gym at the Winter Fair where people pay a few dollars to slushie one of us." His idea was immediately protested (loudly, in Rachel's case), but Mr. Shue spoke up.
"Guys, I think that could be a really good idea," he praised. "What do you mean by 'one of us' though?"
"Well, we could take turns," Rory explained, "including you, Mr. Schuester. There are enough of us to only spend about fifteen minutes each and still be up and running for almost five hours." People began considering the idea, and Finn spoke up in the lapse of noise.
"Puck, Mike, Sam and me could wear our jerseys and it could be 'Slushie the Jocks'," he suggested. "And we could make a fake slushie so it wouldn't be so cold." This idea was greeted a bit nicer than the original, and Tina added her own suggestion.
"And we could confiscate the slushie machines for the day, so no one gets a free pass."
Pretty soon, everyone was firing off ideas as to what they could do. By the time they had to leave, they had come up with the perfect plan: They would sell fake slushies for double the normal price, with full permission from a teacher to hit them in the face with it. They would take turns for fifteen minutes each, going in whatever order they drew out of a hat. With the popularity slushie-ing was gaining, it was sure to be a hit.
The bell rang, signalling the end of the day, and Finn was cornered by Santana, the latter having obviously calmed down. He looked a bit scared, but Santana walked away with a satisfied smirk on her face.
~o0o~
"Blaine."
"Mmm."
"Blaine."
"Mmm."
"Blaine Anderson, get your ass out of bed!" Kurt shouted, waking the younger boy so suddenly he fell off of the bed and onto a pile of discarded textbooks on the floor. Kurt stifled a laugh as Blaine flailed, tangled in the blanket that had come down with him. Finally the boy came to his senses and stopped thrashing around long enough to wiggle out of his soft prison. Kurt let a giggle escape his lips. Blaine glared at him, but this just made Kurt laugh louder.
"Why am I in your bed and what time is it?" Blaine mumbled as he flopped back on the bed with an arm over his eyes. Kurt checked his phone.
"Twelve thirty," he announced, acting like a five year old and jumping onto the bed, landing cross-legged. "And you're in my bed because you are an alcohol-intolerant boyfriend who wanted tipsy cuddles last night." He shoved and poked Blaine's shoulder repeatedly, then bounced up and down on the bed when that failed to rouse his boyfriend.
Blaine sighed and sat up with the aid of what he thought to be Kurt's fortieth bounce. "And I thought I was the immature one in this relationship," he muttered when the older boy pulled him up and dragged him downstairs. All Blaine could remember from last night was he and Kurt reading Harry Potter, then the girls and their boyfriends coming over. Santana had a backpack on and Brittany had been holding... Oh yeah. A case of beer. Last night had been the day-after-finals, let's-drink-booze-all-night party that Santana was famous for, and for some reason she had decided to have it at Kurt and Finn's place this year. Well, that explained the headache... And the sleeping teenagers scattered all over the living room. Puck was on the couch, an almost-naked Brittany and Santana were in each other's laps on the floor beside him, Sam and Mercedes were propped up against the back of the couch, and Artie was in the corner with his head on the wall and Sugar curled up in his lap.
Blaine let out a laugh when Finn came out of his bedroom, surveyed the damage, then rushed back in. He was one of the few who hadn't gotten drunk. Finn, Kurt, Rory, and surprisingly Quinn had limited themselves to no more than two drinks each, leaving them buzzed but still able to control their friends.
"Can you go get Quinn?" Kurt asked the younger boy as he began picking up beer cans and cooler bottles. "She's in your room, I think."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at the request and the location, but followed his orders like a good boyfriend and made his way to the guest room that had been dubbed his own even though he usually slept with Kurt.
He knocked quietly before opening the door, smiling to himself when he saw that the blonde ex-Cheerio was cuddled up to Rory in the bed. She had her head on the sophomore's chest, smiling in her sleep as she snuggled closer to the little Irish boy. Blaine didn't have the heart to wake them, so he closed the door and went back into the living room alone.
Kurt had just finished with the area in front of the couch when Blaine came back in. "Where's Quinn?" he demanded, looking up from the garbage bag he was filling. Blaine shrugged.
"Sleeping with Rory." Kurt sighed, partly because the thought of those two was so cute and partly because they were now three men down when it came to helping clean up since Finn wouldn't come out of his room. He slumped onto the couch at Puck's feet.
"We have to get this cleaned up," Kurt muttered, knowing that his parents were to be home by three that afternoon, "and we need all the help we can get." Both boys knew that anyone in the living room would be no help seeing as they would all be hungover, Finn wouldn't leave his bedroom, and waking up Quinn was a death wish. That left Rory. Unfortunately, waking up Rory meant waking up Quinn, and neither of the boys wanted to die this morning.
"Well, we don't have anyone... unless..." Blaine trailed off, his eyes sparkling with an idea. He swiftly grabbed the trash bag from Kurt's hands and made for Finn's room.
Blaine entered without bothering to knock, finding Finn on his bed playing video games with Rachel sleeping beside him, her hair knotted and splayed everywhere.
"Uh... hi," Finn greeted awkwardly as Blaine stepped in front of the TV. The younger boy got straight to the point.
"Come help us clean up or all the party mess gets dumped on your floor," he declared, holding up the garbage bag for the football player to see. His eyes widened.
"Dude, I just cleaned my room!" he stated, gesturing to the nearly-perfect floor. "I—" He was cut off by Blaine dumping about a quarter of the bag's contents onto his carpet.
"Fine!" he yelled, sitting up and flicking off his game. "I'll help!"
Blaine smiled smugly and led the way out.
"Perfect," Kurt said as he spotted Finn. The towering boy sighed and took a black bag from his brother, shoving plastic cups into it from wherever he could reach.
"I'm going to go make some coffee," Blaine announced. Kurt nodded absently and kept cleaning. Him and his brother stayed quiet for a few minutes, taking care to not wake anybody.
"Well," Finn sighed when they were finally finished, "that was a great party, huh?"
A/N: I had help! Saint Kat Shady (author of Dear Writers of Fanfiction) gave me the idea of the hockey player slushie-ing Klaine and it sorta snowballed from there :D
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