A/N: Hello again, everyone! For those of you who followed Heaven Sent You To Me, be forewarned that this will not be the sappy, romantic, loveydovey story that you're used to. This is a new world of secrets and smut. The relationship will center on Klaine, obviously, but there will be heavy interaction with outside characters, mainly familial Blainetana, Plaine friendship and Furt brotherhood. Keep an eye out for other friendly faces as well!
Wrap your mittens around your kittens, and away we gooooo! Enjoy!
"Dude, it's gonna be such a good time!" Puck was yelling at Blaine, slapping his shoulder lightly as the two walked from their English Lit class to Math. He'd just spent the entire class period passing notes back and forth, trying to convince Blaine into joining him at their friend, Sebastian's, house party that was going to be this coming weekend. Blaine wasn't much for house parties. They always wound up full of overly drunk teenagers who either wound up having unprotected sex, physically hurting each other, or needing their stomachs pumped by the end of the night. None of those options even remotely appealed to Blaine. He'd rather spend the night relaxing, watching a movie, reading a good book, literally doing anything besides going to Sebastian's house party. If house parties weren't bad enough, Sebastian's just completely trumped them all because, well, it's Sebastian.
"I don't know, man. It just really isn't my thing, you know that. I know, I know," Blaine began when Puck opened his mouth to begin protesting. "I'm no fun. All I ever wanna do is sit at home. I'm a teenager and I need to 'go out and get drunk and fuck some girls'!" Blaine was speaking in his best imitation of Puck's voice with just enough biting sarcasm to make it comical. "The only problem is that I don't like how I feel when I'm drunk and it's boys I want to fuck, not girls. Imagine that!" Blaine flapped his arms up and down dramatically, rolling his eyes and starting to walk away from his friend.
Puck followed after him. "Look, I'm not saying you need to come to this party and get blackout wasted and fuck some random girl or whatever. All I'm saying is that it'll be good for you to get out of that toxic house you live in, just for one night. You know damn good and well that without Cooper around it's absolutely fucking miserable there. So just get up off your fine gay ass and come with me to this party. Who knows, you might even meet the man of your dreams and maybe he won't be drinking or fucking girls either!" Puck said in an excited little boy voice, mocking Blaine.
"Oh ha ha. You're just so funny. I'm clutching my sides in laughter," Blaine bit back. Puck did have a point, and that annoyed him. His house was completely toxic. Cooper was his only ally and when he moved out a few months ago to head to LA and pursue his 'acting career' (a stupid credit commercial is not acting) Blaine was more alone than he could have ever imagined. His parents only isolated themselves even further from their gay son and Blaine wasn't necessarily upset by that. Being as far from them as possible was actually preferable and much easier to live with than having to be around people who hate you and wish you'd never been born. Puck knew all of this because he was Blaine's closest friend at Dalton and Blaine had really leaned on him after Cooper left.
"I'm not trying to be funny, Blaine. I'm just trying to get you to see past your nonconformist bullshit and come to the damn party with me. Sebastian will be there, and Nick and Jeff and Wes and all the guys. Everyone wants you to get out of your house. It's only one night. No one's asking for a blood donation. Just show up, listen to some music, talk with the guys, and if you're not having a good time, you get up and leave whenever the hell you want. C'mon, buddy, just do it. It's one night. Be a teenager for like, a second. I know it's hard for you because you're so blinded by your showtunes and grandpa cardigans to realize that's what you are, but just let loose for once. For me?" Puck's tone had changed from sarcastic and mocking to gentle and caring. He was constantly worried about Blaine and how he'd fare in that shitshow of a house he lived in. His parents were real fucking jackasses and if there was one thing he hated, it was that Blaine, one of the most caring and considerate people he'd ever met in his life, was treated like crap by his own parents just because he was gay. It was totally bogus.
Blaine thought about it for a second, feeling more tempted by Puck's words than he'd normally be. And when he looked over and saw how sad Puck looked, though he didn't really understand why, he caved. "Fine. I'll think about it and let you know alright?" Blaine said, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head in defeat.
"Fine. But do both you and me and favor and do more than just think about it. It really will be a good thing for you to get out of that house. And it's gonna be fun! C'mon! You make a party sound like death row. Jesus, Anderson. You're impossible," Puck shoved him playfully.
"Ugh. Whatever. Lemme just think about it some more and I'll let you know by the end of the day. Deal?" Blaine asked, compromising, knowing he'd get Puck off his back if he made it seem like he was leaning towards the answer he was looking for.
"Deal, now let's get a move on or else we're gonna be late and Ms. Morgan will make us do even more of that bullshit math we're learning," Puck said, starting to walk towards the staircase to get to their next class.
"I'll catch up with you in a second, I just gotta run to my locker for something," Blaine said, turning in the opposite direction towards his locker.
"Cool, dude," Puck shouted after him as he ran up the stairs and Blaine reached his locker.
When he got there, he switched out his books and checked his phone to find one new text message from his cousin, Santana. He and Santana were really close, but it didn't explain why she'd be texting him on a Tuesday morning. Strange, he thought to himself before opening the message.
"Hey there Blaineykins. I heard about your buddy Sebastian's party this weekend. All of the Cheerios were invited and we figured it would be a good time considering all the fine Warbler ass we'd have up for grabs. Will I see you there?"
Blaine didn't realize this party had become such a big deal. Santana went to McKinley High in Lima and if she knew about it three towns over then it would most definitely be out of control. They do say that good news travels fast, Blaine thought, groaning to himself and hanging his overwhelming feeling of really not wanting to partake in the weekend's festivities washed over Blaine once more as he realized that he now had about a zero percent chance of being able to get out of going. If Santana was going too, between she and Puck he'd never hear the end of it. Resigned on the fact he was going to have to go to this stupid thing, he texted her back.
"Heyy Tana, yeah, I'll be there. With bells on. Can't wait to see you."
Rolling his eyes and shoving his phone in his bag, Blaine closed his locker and found his way to his math class where Puck was already waiting for him in the back of the classroom. Blaine walked back and sat down next to his friend. "I thought about it. And you win. I'll go to this stupid party," Blaine said, pulling out his notebook and pen and rolling his eyes simultaneously.
"Good shit, man," Puck replied smugly, as though he knew all along that Blaine would acquiesce to his request.
"But if I'm having a crappy time, I'm leaving and you can't say or do anything about it. Got it?" Blaine demanded, staring fixedly at Puck with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. But you have to go in there with an open mind and not be a shit about it. Give it a chance before you completely rule it out and decide to leave. If you go thinking it's gonna be a bust, then it's gonna be a bust. So you be fair, and at least try to have a good time, and I'll let you leave whenever you want if you really aren't having it," Puck said, holding out his hand for Blaine to shake on it.
Blaine extended his hand, shaking Puck's and wondering what he'd just gotten himself into.
The party started at 9pm, but Blaine definitely did not want to be the first ones there, so he had convinced Puck and Santana to arrive fashionably late. At 9:23, Blaine, Puck, Santana and a few of her Cheerio friends were walking into Sebastian's huge house. The music was deafening and Blaine groaned internally at the stereotypical scene that was unfolding before his eyes. Though the party had only been going on for about twenty minutes, the girls, who were barely dressed, were already throwing themselves around, tripping over themselves and screaming loudly and drunkenly. The guys were all huddled around a beer pong table, and the shouting and chanting of "CHUG CHUG CHUG" was so totally barbaric that Blaine was sure he'd time traveled to Medieval times. He couldn't suppress the snort and eye roll that happened naturally in response. People were grouped off all over the house. Blaine recognized the boys from Dalton in one corner, while other groups of people he wasn't familiar with scattered throughout the ridiculously sized interior.
"And let the games begin," Santana said, her voice sultry. Blaine felt sorry for the poor fool who'd wind up being inevitably seduced by his cousin. He was gay and she was his cousin, but there was simply no denying how gorgeous Santana was, and she was in complete control of that 'being so sexy guys can't even function' thing. He'd seen the same situation unfold with almost every guy she'd ever been with. They see, they like, she lures them in, she gets what she wants, and she shoves them to the door so quickly they can barely register it's all over. Then they'd come crawling back, hoping for a real chance, and if she so chose, she'd repeat all over again. It really was a vicious cycle.
Blaine watched her walk away and into the crowd, being snapped back into reality by Puck, who was still standing beside him. "See!" He was yelling over the music and Blaine wanted to smack him. "I told you it wouldn't be so bad! This looks fine. C'mon, let's go mingle or some shit."
For the next hour and a half, Blaine forced himself to try and 'mingle or some shit', as Puck had so eloquently phrased it, to no avail. Everyone was completely wasted at that point, including Puck. Santana had disappeared, and Blaine was sure she wouldn't be seen for at least an hour or so, depending on how much she liked the guy she trapped. Blaine was trying to have fun, trying to keep an open mind and enjoy the music and talk to his friends- and he wasn't having a bad time, necessarily, he just wasn't having a good time. He'd have much rather hung out with all of his friends from the Warblers somewhere else, somewhere that alcohol and sex wouldn't be the primary focus. It was definitely nice to get to spend time with them outside of school and practice, but this just wasn't the best setting. Blaine couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as he was the only sober person in the house. They tried to make it fun and tried to make him enjoy himself, but he felt forced and he'd had about enough for one night.
Blaine found Puck and told him that he'd tried, that he had a good time while it lasted, but that he was over it and wanted to head home for the night. Puck seemed disappointed and had tried to bargain with him and coerce him into staying longer, but Blaine just shrugged him off and ignored his protests. He was definitely leaving. Or he was, until he was halfway to the door and a very drunk Sebastian blocked his path.
"Heeeeeeyyyyy, Blainers! How're doin' night?" Sebastian was slurring so badly he could barely get his words out to form a cohesive sentence. He was also having a great deal of trouble holding himself up, finally settling on using Blaine's shoulder to steady himself.
"I'm doing just fine, Seb. How're you doing? You seem to be enjoying yourself," Blaine said, trying to fight back his giggles and eventually winding up just smirking at how completely stupid Sebastian looked.
"I'm dogood. 'M s'drunk. Areyoudrunk? Where you goin? You leavin?" It seemed Sebastian had somehow figured out that Blaine was leaving and he was now standing in front of Blaine purposefully blocking his way to the door. "Oo can'leave. We gon'ave fun."
"Sebastian, I can't even understand a fucking word that you're saying. And to be honest, my head is pounding from this horrible fucking music you've been blasting all night. So if you'd excuse me, I'm gonna get going," Blaine said, removing Sebastian's arm from his shoulder and nudging him out of his way. He would have shoved him, but considering how drunk he was, he figured that even the slightest amount of force would send the taller boy flying and he'd wind up falling on his ass.
"Nononononono. Dongo, Blainers. Stay! We'll have fuuuuuunnnn," Sebastian was singsonging his words at this point and Blaine was shaking his head in disbelief. He looked like a begging five-year-old. If only he could record how these people act when they're drunk and then force them to watch themselves when they're sober, they'd probably crawl into balls and die. Before he could respond and tell Sebastian again that he was leaving, his hand was being dragged and Sebastian was leading him into one of the smaller rooms at the end of the very long hallway. Blaine was trying to fight him off and make Sebastian let go, but his grip was really firm considering how drunk he was, and Blaine couldn't shake him. Despite how much he tripped and stumbled on his way to the room, he never let go of his grip on Blaine's hand. When they reached the room, Sebastian shoved him inside and slammed the door behind them, falling against it as it closed and laughing over something Blaine must have missed.
"Seb, I don't know what you're doing or what's funny, but I'm not playing games with you right now. Let me out of here, please," Blaine asked, slightly hesitant and feeling a little anxious. Sebastian was one of his best friends and he wasn't necessarily scared of the other boy, but he was acting really strangely and he was so drunk.
Sebastian kept laughing to himself and then reached out to grab Blaine and drag him closer so that their bodies were sealed together, still leaning against the door. Blaine used his forearms to press against Sebastian's torso and push him away, but he wasn't quick enough and Sebastian's lips were on his before he could even protest. The kiss didn't last long before Blaine reacted instinctively, knee coming up and slamming into Sebastian's balls with just enough force to make the taller boy fall on all fours. Blaine could still hear Sebastian whining in pain as he ran down the hallway. He had tears in his eyes and he was so completely flustered that he had to take a minute to process where he was going before he could find the front door and run out of the house.
When he got in his car he wasn't exactly sure where he was going. He didn't want to go home just yet because the last thing he wanted to deal with after what just happened was his ignorant parents hounding him about something insignificant. All he could focus on right now was getting away from that stupid party. He hadn't even wanted to go in the first place. He knew the party would get out of hand and that he'd wind up having a miserable time, and that was just an understatement so it seemed. Blaine made a mental note that Sebastian was a complete dick and that he needed to verbally abuse him the next time he saw him. He knew Sebastian wasn't trying to assault him or anything, they're best friends after all, he was just being a stupid fucking drunk asshole, just like Blaine knew he would be. Next time Puck or Santana tried to persuade him into going to one of their stupid parties, he'd be the nonconformist grandpa that they thought he was. At least that way he wouldn't miss out on his favorite Friday night television and wind up being surrounded by drunk morons as the alternative. After driving for quite some time, Blaine realized that he was nowhere near home and decided to use his GPS to find the nearest coffee place. The next one was conveniently only about five minutes away and Blaine followed the GPS lady's directions until he was pulling into the lot.
After parking and walking into the store, Blaine absentmindedly walked to the counter, fumbling for his wallet in his coat pocket. When the barista turned around and Blaine looked up, ready to place his order, his breath caught in his throat at the radiant blue eyes that were shining back at him.