I'd like to start by saying that this is co-written by my wife, Kenzie :) (check her out on my profile, stupid thing wont let me say her name) Look her up! Everything after 'I couldn't stop staring' in the 6th paragraph is her's :) ILY KENZIE!

I sucked in, trying not to laugh at the sight before me. I had just driven over to the location of the party that Blaine had just called from, and come across possibly the most frightening and yet most smexiest scene ever.

Blaine.

Stripping.

He swivelled around on the table, completely oblivious to the catcalls coming from around him. I had to bite down on my fist to keep from bursting out in laughter. One guy in the audience reached up and slapped his thigh, and he just made a face at the abuser and moved on.

First off was the shirt. His arms pulled on the bottom of the dark gray, fitted, V-neck tee, and I watched in awe as more and more of his peachy skin came into view. Finally, it was off completely, and he twirled it around in the air like a lasso. Then it flew into the crowd.

I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful abs. He wasn't bulky, like some of the dipshits at Dalton, but muscular in his own way. I couldn't stop staring. I'd always thought he was hot. This was just proving my point.

The boys around him where laughing and watching in awe. I decided that I should probably stop staring at his - GODLIKE - body like an insane person, but I couldn't bring myself to look away. Oh, and don't get me started on his amazingly sculpted ass that his tight black skinny jeans hung to as if for dear life. I couldn't help but to wonder if he played sports or if he worked out.

When I looked at the back of his body now, I could see something pink in his hair. I realized they were the pink sunglasses he was so fond of.

Now, I was hoping that the stripping stopped at just the shirt. Sure, it was funny as hell, because he was so drunk. But still, I didn't think I'd be able to control myself if his pants were to come off. I walked through the the crowd of drunk boys, trying to find a way to the table Blaine was dancing on.

The song was coming to a close and fading out. I was only a few feet away when hazel eyes locked onto mine. I watched as he jumped off the table and pushed through the crowd himself.

"Hey, Kurty! You're here! Come on you gotta come dance with me!" He started to pull me through back to the table. Before I had time to object, I was being lifted up next to my friend.

"No, Blaine, come on. You have to go home." Just as I started to talk, the music came back on and blocked me out. I knew Blaine didn't hear me.

"Kurty, you gotta daaaaaaaaaaaaaaance!" Blaine laughed. He grabbed my hands and started to move mine. "Dance like you meeeeeeeeeeeeean iiiiiiiiit!"

"Blaine lets get out of here," I complained. I moved toward the end of the table, and, to my suprise, he followed.

"Why? Ooohh..." He jumped off the table and I heard collective amounts of disapointment come from the crowd.

When we get out to my car, his hand clasped around my wrist, and I was spun around, and pimned to the door of the driver's side. I felt his his breath on my neck, and soon his lips as they trailed up and down my vulnerable throat. His hand slid down my side and stopped to rest on my ass. He lifted my leg so it was off the ground, and pushed me harder against the car. As much I would usually
wanted this with every fibre of my being, he was drunk, and I wasn't going to take advantage of that. I pushed him off, hearing him groan and try to reassume his position.

"No, Blaine, I'm taking you home," I tried to tell him.

"So we can have more privacy. I get it nooooooow." No, Blaine, you don't.

"No, so you can get some sleep."

"Okay," he finally said, and fell silent for a while. I thought he was a sleep until he spoke again. "Have I ever told you that your ass is amazing? Like, it's perfect! I just wanna reach out and grab it, but I can't because, then, everything would go to shit. And we couldn't have that. Because if we're still friends, I can look at your ass all I want. If we weren't, then it would be creepy."

He looked out the window, his eyes glazed. "You're hot, you know that? And I wanted to bang you the first day I saw you. Just saying."

I felt heat creep up my neck at these words. Look on the bright side, Kurt, I thought. You have somethings to hold against him now.

Hahaha! I love it, actually :) Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to my co-writer, Kenzie! :D:D REVIEW! Or no more drunk Blaine!