Written for this prompt over on the Glee Angst Meme - The Glocks of Glee have a tradition of getting together once or twice a month and enjoying some of Pucks Pot Cupcake or other Pot laced baked goods. Someone thinks it would be funny to get Kurt to eat a couple and not tell him they were pot cookies. They all think Kurt would enjoy it and it would help him loosen up.

So the next time they do it they invite Kurt and they feed him pot cookies and he does not react well. Kurt like being in control and he is not in control and he's freaking out. He just wants his dad and he's crying asking when it will be over basically freaking out. He's never been high before and well made pot goodies can be very intense.

The guys are scared to call Burt but one of them has the brilliant idea to call Blaine. Blaine rushes over to pick up Kurt and take him back to his place but not before he goes all BadAss! On a few of the ND guys for being so stupid.

Bonus! Klaine Cuddles as Blaine talks Kurt Down
Bonus! Blaine punching one or more of the ND guys if they try and act like it's no big deal
Bonus! Appearances by any of the Warblers, Blaine could have been hanging out with them when he got the call.

Kurt is still at Dalton in this so I guess this is set somewhere between Original Songs and Born This Way :3

They weren't really all too sure when it became a monthly tradition – as much of a tradition that could be made from crashing Kurt and Finn's place when Burt and Carole were on their own once-monthly date and Kurt would generally be out with Blaine or Mercedes. Or as much of a tradition that could be made from permitting said crashing and getting high on Puck's 'Nana's old recipe' cookies.

"You know what," He'd admitted, giggling, a few months into their ritual 'get-togethers', "My nana actually sucked at baking. Like. Seriously." Before diving towards the tuppaware box containing the last pot-laced cookie before Artie could get in and steal it, earning him an affronted glare.

But this was the first time something had gone awry. There was a reason the glocks of Glee club (just that phrase almost set Puck off into further high pitched giggles) waited until Kurt was gone for at least the entire afternoon before setting up their 'get-togethers'.

"Kurt. Would. Freak." Finn had explained, dead serious, when the boys had complained about an emergency cancellation a few months back, after Kurt had breezingly informed him that he needed to work on a huge essay that weekend, and 'so help me Finn Hudson, if you dare invite any of those idiot jocks over while I'm trying to study, I'll give you a manicure.'

Now, Finn didn't know what a manicure was, but Kurt seemed serious. And if Kurt couldn't handle him just having people over, let alone high people over, then it seemed safe to just postpone that month.

But now the unimaginable had happened. Kurt was back early. Finn jumped up, unsure of what to do with the seemingly innocent boxes of cookies strewn out across the floor whilst the other boys seemed to weigh up the pros and cons of eating them anyway and getting chewed out for getting crumbs on the carpet.

"I thought you said he was out with Blaine?" Puck demanded, alternating annoyed glares at Finn and wistful longing glances at the still sealed box of laced goodies on the floor.

"I don't know, man, he said he'd be back like, five hours from now!" Finn replied defensively, throwing his hands out, before biting his thumb nervously, watching Kurt from the living room window as he climbed out of his Navigator.

"Guys," Artie piped up, with a peaceful gesture from his gloved hands, "Why... don't we just give some to Kurt?"

"What?" Puck spat, still looking put out about the cookies he was currently not devouring.

"I mean, it'll loosen him up a bit, right? And if he's high, he's not gonna stop us from doing it too?"

Even as he said it, Artie looked unsure. Finn was shaking his head before he'd even finished his sentence.

"No. We're not doing that to Kurt."

"Why not?" Puck shot back.

"'Cause he's my brother! Trust me, he'll go all chick-batty on me or something."

Keys were scraping in the lock to the front door.

"Whatever, we're doing what Wheels said." He glanced back threateningly at Mike and Sam who both looked a little unsure but shrugged anyway just as the front door opened and Kurt trudged into the living room, looking unsurprised at the New Directions' males half sitting, half standing in a circle around the boxes of cookies.

"Hey Kurt," Mike greeted amicably, whilst Sam nodded in acknowledgement. Finn was looking away in defeat, Artie looked nervous and Puck almost predatory.

"Hey dude," Finn eventually spoke up, "I thought you were gone with Blaine all day."

Kurt visibly stiffened and jerkily nodded with a disdainful sniff, "I'm sure Blaine has much better things to be doing with his time than..."

"Dude that really sucks. Have a cookie." Puck interrupted, shoving a box under Kurt's nose, flipping them enticingly.

"A... what?" Kurt screwed his nose up, peering into the box as if it were inhabited with tarantulas.

"A cookie. Another one of my nana's famous recipes."

Finn made a choked noise of protest, withering at the murderous glance Puck shot his way.

Kurt eyed him suspiciously, "Why?"

Puck rolled his eyes, "You're upset about Billy..."

"Blaine."

"... and I thought we were all bros now. I'm just being nice. Geesh."

Kurt's eyes flicked to Finn for re-assurance and upon receiving no warning signs, hesitantly reached into the box and grabbed one, "Thanks, I guess..." he nibbled daintily on the corner, "Do you guys... need anything while I'm in the kitchen?"

"Dude, hang around, we'll have a proper party!" Puck offered, gesturing towards the rest of the silent group.

Kurt frowned, "No. Thank you. You lost me at 'dude'. Don't ever call me that again."

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed towards the lingering pile of homework, currently being neglected on the kitchen table.

When, after a few minutes there was no immediate reaction from the boy in the kitchen, Puck shrugged and sat back down with the others, "Well that was boring. Anyone else want one?"

Artie looked a little sick with guilt, "No thanks. Suddenly, I'm really not that hungry anymore."

Upon receiving negatives from the others and a downright death glare from Finn, Puck shrugged again and reached for the container, "Fine. More for me then, ladies."

Before his fingertips could even brush the top of the box, they all jumped as a glass suddenly shattered in the kitchen.

"Kurt?" Sam called, looking concerned as Finn jumped immediately to his feet.

"Kurt?" he echoed.

Silence reigned as they received no reply and Puck scoffed, "C'mon, he probably just..."

"Finn...?"

The barely there whimper tore through Puck's words like a razor as Finn immediately darted into the kitchen to see to the source of the obviously distressed voice.

More soon? Let me know if it's worth carrying on because I'm really not sure if I wrote the characters, you know, in character here :/

(I also apologise for any British-isms that slipped in. I do try to keep them sounding as American as possible, so if there's anything glaringly obvious, let me know ^_^)