A/N- Welcome to the most non-committal story ever! From the Narrator… the couples are all totally committed. This chapter has some Santana/Brittney! Yaaaay. Also for the record, I decided Mike Chang is super responsible and kinda gets to play doctor. Just go with me. I needed a physician.
THAT WAS AN AWESOME CHAPTER BREAK. LET'S CARRY ON, SHALL WE?
At the bottom of the stairs Rachel shrieked and ran, stumbling across the room, and wrapped her arms around Kurt.
"You MADE it! I thought you wouldn't even come!" She went to kiss Kurt and he pulled away with a laugh, so she turned to Blaine, "And my DUET partner is finally here!"
"Ah ha, not this time," Blaine assured her, giving her a quick shoulder-hug.
"Drinks! Get them all drinks! Finn!"
Kurt smiled at Blaine and they went to sit together on the couch. When a cup of some vague and somewhat vinegary smelling alcohol was passed to Blaine, he handed it right off to Kurt.
"You're drinking?" Finn asked.
"Of course. Why not?" Kurt said, trying to withhold his gag reflex after sniffing the contents of the cup.
"I just… you never drink."
"Well I'm trying it out." Bravely, Kurt took a sip of it and his face involuntarily wrenched up from the bitter taste. He tried to keep himself from sticking out his tongue in disgust and shuddered. Blaine smiled at him, but his eyes were wide and moving rapidly over Kurt's face to catch any discomfort. "What is this?" Kurt demanded softly, and Blaine took the cup from him.
"We'll get you something else."
Brittney walked over with a wine cooler, and opened it for him, then started to climb onto his lap as he was taking it from her. "Do gay guy's like lap dances?"
"Not from you, sweetie," Santana answered, taking Brittney by the wrist and pulling her off Kurt.
"Not drinking tonight?" Blaine asked.
Santana was holding Brittney's swaying hips against her own to keep her from wandering off and Brittney responded by draping her arms around her captor's shoulders and making her lips comfortable up and down Santana's neck. "No, I decided to do the world a favor and keep my girl Brittney out of everybody else's pants."
"You taste like puzzle pieces. But ghetto."
"Oookay sugar, we are leaving this party." Santana tried to rock/walk Brittney toward the stairs before she complained,
"But I wanna dance. Now everyone's here. All our homo-awesome vibes can fill up the room and I can just leave my bra here. That's okay right?"
By this point Kurt had started sipping on the wine cooler and Blaine, trying to be a gentleman, had set the cup on the floor untouched. Rachel noticed from across the room.
"Oh my GOD! Kurt's drinking? Kurt! You and me. You and me we are going to sing… we are going to sing Oh! I'll just start it! It's from, you know this one Kurt! Here I'll get the microphones! Finn! Finn tell Kurt I wanna sing a song from Gypsy! Kurt! We. You and me, we're gonna sing," she was across the room by then and whispered in Kurt's ear, "If Momma was Married."
Blaine intervened, "You know, Rachel, I don't think Kurt's drunk yet."
"Definitely not," he agreed. Any other time, singing with Rachel would be welcomed, but… well, actually this was probably the perfect time to sing. "But I will absolutely take you up on that."
He held out his hand daintily and Rachel squealed, took it, and then yanked him across the room. He left his wine cooler with Blaine, who held it in his lap until Mercedes plopped down beside him and relieved him of it. Tina was clapping Mike's hands together before Kurt and Rachel had themselves situated onstage.
The duet went off beautifully, even though the drunk group consensus was that Broadway was too boring for a party and pop songs were being recommended through the whole number, and afterwards it was lucky that Finn was there to catch Rachel as she tried to crowd-dive onto the floor. Laughter was filling up the room.
Kurt found his way back to Blaine, who had procured him a fresh wine cooler. Mercedes had run up to take the microphone and some sort of game was happening in the middle of the floor. Blaine held the drink out to him, and he took it, then snuggled up into Blaine's arms.
"You're not drinking."
"I was listening to you nail your duet."
"You're not having fun, are you?" Kurt asked, full of concern.
"If you mean not playing… strip… something?" he referred to the game on the floor that everyone was suddenly laughing about. Puck was throwing off his T-shirt, so whatever it was, Blaine was not too far off. "I'm perfectly happy here with you."
"We might as well have stayed home and watched Downton Abbey."
"I honestly just didn't think that was your kind of show."
"I'm branching out."
Blaine smiled, "Well, drink up."
Kurt took a sip and stuck out his tongue again. "Is there alcohol that doesn't taste like laundry water and ammonia?"
"Only after you've had a couple."
Kurt emphasized that Blaine should be drinking something also, and only a minute later Rachel started waving from the floor and yelled, "Blaine! Blaine take off your clothes!"
Brittney chimed in with a "Whooo!" Her clothes were already mostly lying around the room and Santana was dragging her away from the game in an attempt to keep her lady-parts mostly covered up.
"On second thought, maybe I like you sober," Kurt decided.
"You guys are no fun!" Artie told them, and he rolled over and handed a cup of something to Kurt. "Come on, drink this and join in."
Party-Rock Anthem had started playing and the group of former-strippers were on their feet.
Kurt took a deep breath, then tried to "bottom's up" the beverage Artie had handed him, choked after the first mouthful and then tried not to dry-heave. "Oh my god that's awful. Drink it." He handed it off to Blaine.
Blaine smiled at Kurt and said "I love you," before finishing the drink and agreeing about the taste. Not long after, Blaine started in on the one on the floor.
THAT'S ANOTHER BREAKING POINT. GOOD FOR YOU. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!
