Noah is really stoked about the whole Party thing.
Apparently he'd been especially requested by the Team Captain. Kurt was a little skeptical about it all. There was something about it that nagged at him, this did nothing to deter Noah, oh, excuse me, Puck.
Puck was a really stupid nickname. But Noah insisted, So Puck he was.
It was around seven when Puck shows up to pick him up. He's wearing the ever present football Jacket. Of course he is.
Kurt didn't have it that simple, he had yet to decide on an outfit.
"Oh man." Puck complains, " Please tell me that there's something in that pile of clothes you're ready to wear."
"If I did, I would be lying." Kurt points out, "Nothing I've tried on seems to say 'Yes I'm Male and Fashionable, But Try Anything and I'll Fuck You Up'."
Puck just stared at him, "You do know clothes don't actually speak right?"
Sometimes Kurt worried about his sanity, "Of course I know that, I also know clothes, and how to get the message across, I just haven't found the right pieces yet."
Puck glared at his closet, "I knew you'd take forever. Look dude, we are not staying here all night, even if you don't find the right clothes, we leave at eight okay? I have cheerleaders to make out with!"
They don't leave until Kurt finds the right outfit. The Fedora tops it off beautifully.
By then It's eight thirty eight. Puck is not impressed with that shit, to paraphrase. But then Puck knows nothing about fashion.
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The party isn't exactly thumping by the time they get there. It's not what either of them expects either.
The only people who seem to be having any fun are the ones that are drinking. The second Puck realizes this, he takes off to score some beer.
Kurt, who has been expecting to get ditched for a cheerleader, wonders if he should be insulted. He looks around, taking in the random laughter and shoving. It's then he spots a trio of cheerleaders who appear to be sober. Sadly they seem to be with Finn.
Kurt debates talking to a drunk teenager that seems to be having an in depth debate with the couch and shakes his head. Finn has to be better company, absolutely has to be.
And it does beat talking to someone he didn't know.
He makes his way to them, "Hey Finn."
"Kurt!" Finn all but squawks, startled. "What are you doing here?"
"What everyone else is," Kurt responds airily, "Who are your friends?"
"Hi I'm Quinn Fabray." One of the blond ones introduces herself, she eyes Kurt's outfit with disdain, "Does Marcus know you're here?"
"Considering that he invited me? I should hope so." Kurt replied. Bitch. She clearly had no eye for fashion.
"I'm Brittany." The other blonde says, somewhat out of nowhere, "This is Santana" She gestures to the dark haired one, "I really like your shirt, do you have a lot of shirts that sparkle?"
Kurt considers this seriously, "No, sparkly stuff for the day is tacky unless it's in season, and usually when I go out at night I don't want to be easily spotted."
The dark haired one narrows her eyes at him, "You look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere?"
Kurt looks at her, takes in the Cheerios uniform and the Hispanic lineage. Some dormant instinct inside him screams, it's incredibly familiar.
The thought sways, just out of his reach, "Wait. Do you live by Lima heights?"
"Yes." Santana nods seriously, "But I know you don't, I would have remembered seeing you around."
"No, no." Kurt says, smiling, finally remembering the day, and unnecessary anxiety, "I had a fight with some guys there, you showed up, to watch our fool asses get beat, if I remember correctly."
Santana's eyes widen, "Dude! That was you. Man I still haven't let Charlie live down the beating you gave him. You were like half his size."
Kurt laughs, he's fourteen, he'll grow eventually. Or at least he'd better, damn it! "That does seem to be something of a trend with me."
"No way!" Quinn says, "Charley the great hulking brute by your house, that Charlie? He's gigantic."
"Are you a giant midget?" Britney asks.
Kurt blinks at her.
"Or a tall fairy" Britney continues, unabashed. Kurt doesn't know what to say to that.
Finn snorts beer out of his nose.
"Nice Finnesa" Puck comments having deigned to show up, arms laden with beer cups "Here."
He then passes them around.
Kurt sloshes his beer uncertainly, it doesn't seem very appealing.
The rest of the teenagers around him don't seem to have any problems downing it. Only Quinn makes a face, "I hate beer, Wine Coolers are so much tastier."
Kurt shrugs, and chugs it, his complete lack of gag reflex comes in handy. It does taste terrible.
But that soon takes a backseat to the bubbly feeling stemming from his stomach. Maybe this whole party thing does have some promise.
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Kurt is on his third beer when he makes a discovery. Britney isn't just random, and weird. She's pretty stupid. Possibly dumber than Finn, even.
He thinks it's hilarious. Puck and Santana had disappeared a little while ago. He'd spotted Finn and Quinn making out not far from them, and ew. He so had to remember not to look over again. The only person left in his little sober corner where him and Brittney. Not that either of them were very sober.
"Hey wanna make out?" Brittney offers.
Kurt actually thinks about it, "I don't really like girls."
" That's okay, I don't think San really like boys either, but she makes out with them because she says it'll make her popular. Maybe if you make out with girls, you'll be popular too."
It makes a disturbing amount of sense. Maybe he had misjudged Brittney, that sounded pretty smart.
"Okay" Kurt says and they lock lips.
He's too drunk to care that the first person he has ever kissed is a girl. He will regret it later, once he sobers up. He will never forget the tidbit about Santana though. It makes them better friends.
He and Brittney make out until some Senior bumps them. His fedora falls.
"Your lips are really tasty." Brittney informs him.
"Likewise" Kurt replies, still dazed and confused from the booze in his system. There was something he should have been freaking out about...
"Sorry man, I'm pretty wasted." The senior says, "Kurt right? I'm Marcus Riley. Call me Riley, everyone does."
Kurt laughs, and he's not sure why, "Kurt I am, Kurt is what everybody I talk to calls me."
The people he didn't talk to he generally beat up. It was true nonetheless. None of them called him Kurt.
"Hey, I wanna show you something." Riley says, smiling, "Come upstairs with me."
Kurt smiles, it seems like a great idea, Riley is really hot. He's got one of those million dollar smiles and lots of muscles. Kurt likes muscles. Especially abs.
"Sure."
Riley probably has great abs.
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Riley shows him his trophy case. It's very shiny. And distracting. Kurt almost doesn't notice that he locks the door. Kurt is usually hyper aware of people he doesn't trust. But the alcohol is seriously getting in the way of that. How is Kurt suppose to be paranoid when he feels all mellow?
"See my Kick-boxing trophy." Riley says, suddenly right behind Kurt. When had he moved?
"I saw your work on Karofsky, maybe you should give kick boxing a try? Get a trophy of your own."
"I like street fighting" Kurt says, "I don't think it would be as fun if I had to follow rules." He also wouldn't get to fight with Noah, and that would suck.
"You have really long legs." Riley says, and his fingertips brush Kurt's thighs, "It would be such a shame to waste them."
Kurt's not quite sure where this is going. Or that he likes it.
"Well street fighting isn't going to get me a trophy." Kurt offers. They had been talking about trophies, right?
"Street fighting could also mess up your pretty face." Riley teases, leaning toward Kurt who realized that he was backed against the bed. If he leaned back he'd fall.
Kurt grasps his face in his hands, that had never occurred to him, "I like my face."
"So do I." Riley says and the teasing is completely gone from his tone." I've always been attracted to beautiful things, beautiful cars, beautiful girls..."
"I'm not a girl" Kurt says. He's quite sure of that. He has a fully functioning penis, thank you very much.
"I know." There's a lot of heat in Riley s voice. His face is right above Kurt's, all he has to do is lean down to touch their lips," You're a beautiful boy."
Riley does lean in then. And they are kissing. Two kisses in one night, who would have thought...
Not that Kurt is managing much thinking. There is a gorgeous guy kissing him and he quite likes it.
As in really, really likes it.
They fall into the bed and Riley wastes no time. His hands slip under Kurt's shirt and he touching him everywhere he can reach. Kurt finds himself equally frenzied as his own hands slip into Riley's clothes and run along against every inch of skin he finds. He was so right. Riley did have great abs. They felt absolutely divine.
"That girl was right." Riley murmurs, pulling away from Kurt's mouth and beginning to work on his neck. "You taste really good."
It's all Kurt can do to moan.
He's never felt so good.
Riley's hands finally find themselves on his his pants. They're quickly unbuttoned.
Of course someone chose that moment to bang on the door.
"Hey man, It's Puck, I'm not trying to cock block you or anything, but have you seen Kurt?" Noah slurs.
Of course it's Noah. Actually that might be a good thing.
Kurt looks down at his aching cock, and Riley's hands posed just above it. Clearly he'd been wrong. Definitely not a good thing.
"I'm in here, I'll talk to you later Noah! Go Away!"
Riley's frozen, a look of panic on his face, "What the Hell! Why did you say that?"
Noah doesn't care that he's gay and he's pretty sure he won't have a problem keeping Riley's secret.
He tells Riley as much and pulls him down for another kiss.
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Okay so I didn't even see that coming. And I'm writing this thing. Please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to make another cliffie. It just sort of happened... On a brighter note, the next one is a Puck POV so you'll get to see exactly what he's thinking! You just might have to wait a bit... Please review~ I appreciate all feedback!