A/N: ... Yeah, remember that time I said I'd never leave it a month (or however long it's been) to update... Well, it seems that I lied. :o I didn't think it would take me this long to update and for that I'm really sorry but life is a bit hectic at the moment and for the next few months; exams, GCSE evil stuff, being in a production (which I might have to be in for twelve or so days straight *headdesk* D:) and just me being the unorganised procrastinator that I am has all led to this very late update. So again I'm sorry :(. I can't promise it won't happen again but I can promise that I am not abandoning this fanfic. I've put too much time into ideas and subplots for me to go and do an idiot thing and give up on it! As well as the fact that it's actually pretty cool to have people reading something I've written and like it :) that's nice too.

So yeah, there's that.

Also please don't hate me for this chapter. It's extra long partly to make up for my long absence and partly because I didn't realise how long it was until I sat down to finish and edit it this evening. So yes, enjoy the length because my guess is that you're probably not going to enjoy some of the content.

I am naturally an angst writer (though I love me some fluff :)) and, let's face it, shit had to go down eventually. So enjoy... or not. On top of that I honestly have no idea what POV this is meant to be in; it's originally in Kurt's but then my brain decided to make it into a clusterfuck of Kurt/Blaine POVs nearer the end.

More rambles at the end but for now just thanks for reading and may I say please don't hate Nick; he may seem like an ass but trust me when I say he's not.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; if I did there'd be a hell of a lot more Klaine and guest-starring Brittana and Lord Tubbington.


"Kurt, you're staring" Mercedes whispered, hiding her smile behind her hand. Shooting his friend a glare as he blushed, Kurt smiled once more at Blaine before turning back to his friends to face the full wrath of their teasing.

"You love him, you love him, he's gonna be your boyfriend!" Mercedes and Rachel sang as Santana hummed reluctantly along, smirking at Kurt's glower. As usual Brittany was the only one not to comment; she instead found interest in poking a panel of buttons in the corner which, seeing the lights around them turn on and off, Kurt assumed controlled the lights backstage and onstage.

"May I say both of your groups blew me away!" Mercedes and Rachel's singing died down as the four turned around to look at Tim who'd just exited the stage, rosy-cheeked and beaming. On closer inspection Kurt noticed that he was wearing a large quantity of stage makeup that made his skin look orange, and that the smile stuck to his face was starting to look a bit tired.

"Oh look at that I just rhymed; 'say' and 'away'!" He chuckled to himself, nodding at the two groups before going off to talk to a stage assistant. Apparently bored of pushing buttons Brittany wondered back over to the groups at the same time as a man in a headset who carried a walkie-talkie stuck his head around a dressing room door.

"Would you guys mind waiting in here we count up the audiences' votes?"

"Of course" Rachel and Wes said at the same time. Shooting a dark look at the boy, Rachel led the way into the dressing room, muttering under her breath something to Kurt that sounded suspiciously like "I know who's going to win..."


So that was how moments later found the ten teenagers stretched out in the sofas and chairs in the dressing room as they waited for the results of the talent show to be revealed.

"So, you're the Warblers" Rachel said into what had been an unbroken silence.

"Yep, but we're only five of them; there are eleven of us in total" Jeff replied with a relieved smile, looking more relaxed now that somebody had broken the tension. Taking a sofa for himself and Nick, Jeff was acting the least concerned about the show's results as he'd spent the first five minutes of the awkward waiting with Nick's arm draped around his shoulder while he played a game on his phone. During the awkward phase Kurt had noticed how putout Nick had looked when his boyfriend hadn't responded to his arm around the shoulder, but knew he didn't know any of them well enough to say anything, especially not when Nick had been glaring daggers at him earlier.

"Who runs it? I heard from a reliable source you have no authority figure ruling the Warblers" Rachel asked shiftily.

"You seem to know an awful lot about our show choir" Wes replied in a similarly suspicious voice. Both Kurt and Blaine inwardly groaned; it seemed these two had finally met their match.

"The internet is a very useful when it comes to research on potential future competitors. So, next year's Sectionals-"

"Rachel the school year hasn't even started yet so please can we change the subject?" Kurt cut her off sharply, determined that a fight was not to break out over a competition which hadn't even been organised yet.

"Fine!" She huffed. While she glared at the ground sulkily Jeff shot a questioning look at Kurt who shrugged in response.

"Guys?" Tim stuck his head around the door, his smile from earlier still in place.

"We're on, I've just gotten the results" Whispering excitedly among themselves the group followed Tim out of the dressing room, into the wings and onto the brightly lit stage where the other acts of the night were waiting.

As the group entered, the audience of guests started clapping appreciatively. Kurt couldn't help but blush as several wolf whistles were made from members of the audience, even though he knew it was highly unlikely they were for him.

"Okay, so the votes have been counted and I have the results for our talent show winners right here" Tim announced. "Just remember that even if you don't win you all performed fantastically and will all receive complimentary drinks for the rest of your holiday!"

Everyone stopped talking and looked up at him, anticipation in all of their eyes.

"In third place we have Rhythm Reflexes" Everyone clapped politely as the street-dance troupe took a bow and shook hands with Tim.

"And, coming in at a close second, is Little Miss Bunnie" A little girl of about five dressed in a sparkly leotard toddled over to him and hugged his leg, grinning happily. Looking harassed, Tim prised her off of him and pointed her in the direction of her proud parents standing by the edge of the stage, before turning back to face the audience again.

"Coming first-" Tim glanced at the piece of paper in his hands and stopped, staring at it with a slight frown on his face. "It seems we have a draw" He said slowly, recovering with a smile "This is most unusual, there's no doubt about that!"

Wes and Rachel immediately turned to stare accusingly at each other while the others from the two show choirs looked bewildered.

"So tying in first place are our two fantastic show choirs; Dalton Academy Warblers and the New Directions! Give them a round of applause folks!" Everyone in the hall clapped enthusiastically, not noticing Rachel and Wes subtly fight over the restaurant vouchers and certificates for swimming with dolphins and jet-skiing.

"Wes pack it in" Blaine said sharply as the hotel guests gradually drifted out of the hall to find further evening entertainment elsewhere.

"She started it!" Wes retorted childishly.

"Excuse me but she has a name!" Rachel snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously as she yanked the vouchers and certificates out of Wes' hands and stormed off.

"What's wrong with her?" Jeff murmured under his breath to Kurt who he now stood next to, Nick on his other side.

Kurt shrugged. "That's just Rachel being the diva that she is"

Jeff smirked.

"And you're not one?"

Feigning offence Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled back, momentarily forgetting the drama occurring before him. Something about a boy treating him like – well – a boy made him feel happy and wanted it to happen more often; as much as he loved the New Directions boys they all might as well have stuck a label on him marked "Honorary girl" for how they treated him, sometimes with the exception of Finn.

"So how are we going to share out everything?" David's voice cut through Kurt's thoughts and caused him to look up and see the others standing apart, the Dalton boys on one side of the stage and the New Directions girls on the other; it seemed Rachel's dramatic exit had caused even more tension, something Kurt for one knew they'd all do better without.

"We could just do the stuff together" Mercedes suggested. Kurt caught Blaine's eye and privately thought that his friend's idea was a very good one.

"Or we could half it all; y'know Dalton gets half the vouchers and you guys get half" Nick chipped in, shifting closer to Jeff as he spoke.

"So long as Brittany gets to swim with the dolphins I don't care" Santana muttered under her breath, though not quite quiet enough so that Kurt couldn't hear. Her comment made him glow inwardly; even if him and Santana didn't particularly get on at least she cared about someone.

"So can we just split everything? It makes no sense not to" Nick said, causing Jeff to shoot him a disapproving look.

"You know if I didn't know any better I'd say you're being an unsociable hobbit" Jeff commented.

"Nuh-uh!" To everyone's surprise Brittany was the one to speak next. "You're short but he's the hobbit!" She pointed at Blaine who looked so bewildered and adorable at such an accusation Kurt got the sudden impulse to run over and give him a hug. But of course he couldn't; they were virtually strangers after all.

"And I wanna do the stuff together; you guys are like teddies and I wanna get to know you well enough so I can hug you without it being weird!" Kurt disguised his giggling as a coughing fit as all of the Dalton boys looked at Brittany, incredulity and confusion etched into their faces.

"That's..." Wes trailed off, looking, for the first time in his life, speechless.

"-Very nice of you" Blaine finished for him with a weak smile. Kurt grinned at him; not many people tended to recover quickly after their first dose of Brittany induced confusion, but at least he was trying.

"Have you gotten rid of the posh prep school boys yet?" Rachel called out from behind the stage curtain. All said boys looked at the door with indignation, Wes in particular.

"No actually!" Kurt replied as Wes opened his mouth angrily, he shook his head and the Dalton boy stood silent, continuing to glare at the curtain.

"We're sharing the prizes Rachel so you'd better get off your high horse to join us or there'll be no fine dining experience in Barbados for you!" There was a silence from the wings and then, with a loud sigh, she stuck her head around the edge of the curtain and glared at everyone.

"Rachel!" Kurt and Mercedes said at the same time, equally as sternly.

"Fine!" Rachel snapped, stomping out to join them all, not that this made the Dalton boys particularly happier.

"Can we, not fight please?" Blaine said hopefully. "I mean, if we're going to be spending a lot of time together we could become friends; or at the very least be civil"

"That means all of us Rachel" Kurt said bluntly.

"And you Wes" Jeff added.

"I didn't do anything!" Wes replied indignantly, his hands on his hips as he looked ready to throw a similar hissy fit to the one Rachel had a moment before.

"Wes man just calm down okay? Let's all just try to stop for a moment and get to know each other" David calmly interjected, patting Wes on the back. Wes, although still not exactly happy, looked a bit calmer after that. Kurt looked at the pair with curiosity; maybe all these boys were-

"They're not gay Kurt" said boy jumped slightly as Jeff whispered in his ear.

"What?" Kurt murmured back.

"Well, at least they say they're not..." Jeff said thoughtfully, apparently not noticing the dark looks Nick was shooting Kurt as his boyfriend leaned over again to reply. "But you never know what goes on behind closed doors"

Kurt burst out laughing, causing everyone else to turn around and stare at him.

"What's so funny Kurtie?" Brittany asked, confused.

Now it was Blaine's turn to laugh, "Kurtie?" he asked between chuckles.

Kurt glared at his friend as he felt his face flush.

"What's so funny Blainers?" Jeff asked with a triumphant grin. The laughing was immediately silenced as Blaine scowled at his friend.

"Coop told you then?"

"He told everyone Blainers"

"Even the freshmen?"

"Even the freshmen"

Blaine breathed out loudly, looking distinctly ruffled while his friends laughed at him, After a few moments of laughter though, Blaine's eyes darted over to Kurt's to see if he thought any less of him for having such a stupid nickname, and was relieved to find him smiling endearingly at him.

"Blainers is a cute name" Everyone stopped laughing and stared at Kurt. Everyone onstage had different reactions; Blaine blushed crimson and looked torn between being pleased and embarrassed, Jeff had a big grin on his face as had Rachel and Mercedes and Nick... well, Nick just looked confused.

"Do you boys want to go see what other entertainment is on tonight?" Rachel said unexpectedly. Murmuring agreement the Warblers nodded; it was quite obvious Kurt's words were still in a few of their minds. Speaking of the tall, porcelain-skinned boy, Kurt himself had been staring at the ground silently berating himself for calling Blaine's nickname 'cute'; could he be any more obvious? If there was one thing being around Rachel he had learnt it was subtly, or so he thought.

"Yes, let's go do that" Wes replied for his friends. The two groups, by unspoken consent, slowly left the stage and walked down the steps and slowly merged into one large body of teenagers as they walked out of the hall.

Despite his lingering embarrassment at himself Kurt couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight; though he didn't really know the Dalton boys very well he knew he wanted to, especially Blaine and maybe become friends with Jeff and the others, if they liked him.

The group walked down the corridor, murmuring to the person next to them or just looking around curiously; none of them had been in this part of the hotel before, other than to come to the hall for the talent contest.

"Let's go get hammered" Santana said with a wicked grin, slinging her arm around a surprised but happy looking Brittany.

Wes and Rachel looked at the Latina in joint distaste.

"No thank you; some of us would rather not have a splitting headache tomorrow, Santana"
"And it's highly irresponsible and illegal-"

"Oh shut up" Jeff cut in irritably. "Wes I know you're a party pooper and - Rachel was it? - I'm growing to learn that you are too, but understand that you don't have to drink, but you can't stop us from having fun!"

Rachel sighed loudly as the group came to a door leading into a room where they could hear chatter, laughter and loud music from within.

"I'm just trying to say that you can have fun without drinking-"

"Rachel shut up!" Kurt and Mercedes snapped at the same time, before looking at each other grinning and chuckling.

Blaine smiled to himself at the pair's interaction; they seemed really closed, almost like how he and-

"You alright there Blaine?" David asked, cutting into his thoughts. The short boy nodded at his friend as the New Directions group settled their differences into a huffy silence (the result being Wes and Rachel stomping off to one of their suites to rant about their irresponsible friends) and Kurt led the way through the door.

Behind the door was a very large room with a disco ball and strobe lights which sent multicoloured patterns bouncing off of the walls, and a small stage with a DJ playing. There were also two long tables on either side of the hall with impressive arrays of food and a bar with stools and bartenders in the furthest corner of the room. The atmosphere of the room was mainly that of holiday excitement and many people on their way to becoming drunk.

"Come on Brit, let's get some tequila and find some cute guys to grind up against!" Santana yelled out. She and Brittany, with their pinkies linked, headed immediately over to the bar where the young bartender proceeded to wink at them and started showing off while he made their drinks.

Kurt snorted softly to himself; the bartender needn't to have bothered, he very much doubted that either of the girls would go home with him, or, if they did, it would be Santana just to put up a front of 'straightness'. And honestly, if she did that the small shred of respect Kurt had for her would be gone in a flash; just imagining the look on poor Brittany's face if her girlfriend went home with not only somebody else but a boy at that, was just too much to bare.

"Are you alright Kurt?" Jeff asked, nudging his shoulder; it seemed Kurt had drifted off for a moment as he thought about the possible outcomes of Santana and Brittany's relationship.

"Yeah thanks. Do the rest of you want to go get drinks or dance...?" Kurt replied, looking at the remaining teenagers in turn, questioningly.

Suddenly Jeff grinned, his eyes alight with an idea, and he leaned over to whisper in Mercedes ear. Said girl listened to his unknown words and giggled, nodding. "We're going to go... uh, powder our noses!" Jeff declared, causing Mercedes to laugh even louder, her eyes darting from the remaining boys with a devious look. "Nick, David you wouldn't mind going to keep the girls company would you?" Mercedes asked excitedly. Kurt inwardly groaned as he realised what the two were trying to do; if the other two boys left it would just be him and Blaine, which would lead to inevitable conversation and then maybe something... else.

"Of course not" David said, as always the uneasily phased one. Nick on the other hand took a moment before he said anything as he looked at his boyfriend with an inscrutable look on his face. "Sure" He eventually replied. "We'd be delighted to spend time with girls we hardly know! See you later Jeffy" Well, now that was just rude! Kurt thought, watching reproachfully as Nick stomped off to join Santana and Brittany, David following suit after smiling apologetically at them.

Jeff didn't say anything for a moment and just looked after them at his boyfriend, his expression hurt and confused. However after a couple seconds the smile was back, albeit a bit forced, and he bid Kurt and Blaine goodbye as him and Mercedes skipped off to where Kurt assumed the toilets were.


"So..." Blaine said into the slightly awkward silence. "I wonder what's going on with Nick."

"I don't know" Kurt replied thoughtfully, and then, with a rueful smile, "But I don't think he likes me much."

"Why would you think that?" Blaine said, taking a step closer to Kurt so as to be able to hear him over the loud music and yelling bodies that danced just a few metres away. "You seem really nice, there's no reason for him to dislike you" Kurt blushed furiously; Blaine thought he was nice? It wasn't the best word he could have chosen but Kurt thought to hell with that; he thinks I'm nice!

"Um thanks" He said out-loud though, feeling more than a little embarrassed. It seemed he wasn't the only one as Blaine stared at the ground, scratching the back of his head self-consciously. "But he's been treating me coldly since we met you guys" Kurt shrugged.

"Please don't take it personally Kurt" Blaine replied, hesitating for a moment before patting him on the shoulder. Inwardly Kurt squealed like a nine year old girl at the contact, and the sound of his name being spoken by Blaine was just... wow. "Nick's been acting a little off for a while now; I don't think his home life is too great though he never talks about it, or if he does it's just to Jeff"

Kurt nodded understandingly despite being distracted by the close contact; Blaine's hand still hadn't left his shoulder. As if realising it Blaine pulled his hand back and murmured a sheepish apology under his breath. Kurt smiled at the boy's awkwardness; it reminded him much of his own and it felt great to know he wasn't the only one who could be shy. Sure he was a diva at heart, but spending all his time with people like Rachel and Santana made him realise that although he loved being center-stage and being the center of attention, Kurt could also be quite an introvert. He usually became quieter around new people, and of course, at school when he was outside the safety of the choir room. Kurt secretly often hoped that if he kept his eyes to the ground and talked minimally at school Kerofsky might not bully him as much. Of course such a thing had never happened and Kurt was starting to realise that it was unlikely it ever would.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Blaine asked, waving a hand in front of his face, concerned. Kurt let out a small sniffle but smiled at him, nodding.

"Yeah I'm fine thank you; just drifted off for a moment..."

But Blaine shook his head at him, his mesmerising hazel eyes solemn. "No you're not; you look as if you're about to cry. What's wrong?"

"Can we-can we talk about it another time?" Kurt asked weakly, quickly running his wrist against his eyes. "I mean, we don't really know each other very well so it might be a bit awkward..." This was a lie; Kurt knew that, despite them practically being strangers, it was unlikely to be awkward or uncomfortable for him to tell Blaine anything; the boy just had a comforting present about him and those eyes... those pools of honey Kurt could see himself getting lost in them as he recited his life story-

"Kurt are you sure you're alright? You were staring off into space again" Blaine cut into his thoughts with a small smile. "I understand if you don't want to tell me what's troubling you; we are basically strangers after all" Kurt winced slightly at that; strangers sounded so impersonal and, associating the word with Blaine, made him suddenly hate it. "But" Blaine continued, "If you could just let me take your mind off whatever's troubling you, would that be okay?"

Feeling suddenly quite daring Kurt smirked. "How exactly would you take my mind off of it?" He asked suggestively, his head cocked to one side. Blaine stared at him, dumbstruck as a blush instantly rose up to his cheeks.

"Uh-Um, I-"

"I was joking, Blaine"

"Dancing?" He spluttered the words out from the depths of his embarrassment and Kurt smiled genially at him, nodding.

"Sure Blainers" Kurt grinned as Blaine started blushing again, loving the way he got when he was sheepish, and only feeling slightly nervous now he held out his hand for Blaine to take.

"You're not going to let me forget about that nickname are you?" He groaned mortifyingly, though his glittering eyes betrayed the feeling of excitement.

Kurt shook his head and felt his heart rate quicken as Blaine's hand slotted into his. In comparison to his own hands which he thought of as girly and pale Blaine's were tanned and rough, and the feel of them was indescribably comforting to Kurt; Kerofsky's leering face seemed nothing but a distant memory now.

The two boys looked up from their joined hands to smile at each other as they moved closer towards the throng of people already on the dance floor.

No one seemed to take any notice of them as a song Kurt recognised was put on and he felt relaxed; for the first time he was in a public place and he felt as if no one was judging him for his sexual orientation. Then again maybe they were more accepting in this hotel than the rest of Barbados, Kurt didn't know, but what he did know is that he liked not being frowned upon very much.

"I love this song" Blaine said happily as he put one hand on Kurt's waist, the other still holding his hand, and they slowly danced together around the outskirts of the dance floor.

Kurt looked down at their hands and then back up to Blaine's face; the boy's hazel eyes seemed to be glowing with happiness as they stared at each other, both grinning stupidly.

"Me too" Kurt replied; he recognised it as the new Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran duet. Though his friends took him to love Broadway songs, which he did, he'd always had a bit of a soft spot for music like this.

The atmosphere on the dance floor was sociable; everyone was chatting or enjoying the song, including Blaine. In fact it seemed he enjoyed it so much he felt the need to mouth along to it and, as amusing as it was to watch, Kurt felt it kind of changed the mood of intimacy they'd had moments ago to one more of comedy.

Kurt rolled his eyes at the boy's exaggerated facial expressions but found himself chuckling as Blaine took a step back from him and started dancing along to the chorus.

"You act like a five year old you do know that right?"

Blaine pouted at him.

"But Kuuuuurt it's such a good song!"

Kurt grinned at him, shaking his head as he reluctantly bopped his head to the song.

"Would you two like a drink? They're complimentary" The pair turned around to see a waiter carrying a tray laden with glasses filled with amber liquid.

Kurt bit his lip, hesitating; he'd never drank alcohol before.

"I'll try one, thanks" Blaine reached for a drink and turned to wait for Kurt to say something.

"I'll... I'll have one too, please" Kurt said eventually. The waiter handed him a glass and then went off to offer them to other guests.

"You haven't drunk alcohol before have you Kurt?" Blaine asked, who'd been watching the boy as he stared at the glass in his hand with something like conflict in his eyes.

"No" Kurt replied honestly "Have you?"

"Not since I was five and I thought it would be fun to try some of the 'pretty red liquid' my parents used to drink. I tried sip and was gagging for the rest of the night" Blaine's story made him smile; he could just imagine a mini-Blaine that too curious for his own good.

"Needless to say my parents weren't very happy" At the mention of his parents the lines around Blaine's eyes tightened and his mouth formed a straight, hard line. Kurt questioned it but not outwardly; it wasn't his business and he didn't feel comfortable prying.

"My story's not nearly as exciting" Kurt said, his lips quirked up in a smile as the hard look in Blaine's eyes faded again, "I've just never liked the idea of poisoning my internal organs or waking up with a bitch of a headache"

"Then why did you take a drink?" Blaine asked curiously.

"Because I also believe in trying things at least once, so..." And then to Blaine's astonishment Kurt tipped back the glass of amber liquid, coughed and then grimaced. It tasted bitter and burned the back of his throat but Kurt kind of liked the way the glass of alcohol made him feel; it was as if he could see everything in a lot higher clarity, especially Blaine. The drink made Blaine seem as if he was glowing like an angel... Or maybe Kurt was just a bit tipsy.

"I'm guessing you're going to be a lightweight drinker" Blaine chuckled as took a sip of his own drink; cautiously though, unlike Kurt had.

"Maybe I am!" Kurt declared with a grin on his face, "But for tonight, screw that talk on poisoning my organs; I think I want another drink"

"Are you sure about that Kurt?"

"One billion percent" Without giving Blaine enough time to protest Kurt sought out another waiter and downed another glass of the alcohol, smacking his lips loudly after he swallowed it.

"It tastes gross" He admitted, "But I feel like a Seer!" Despite his concern at Kurt's sudden recklessness Blaine couldn't help but feel a bit amused at Kurt's statement.

"Why do you feel like a Seer?"

"Everything's in much brighter clarity! Like your face" Kurt paused for a moment as he observed the shorter boy's appearances and then a stunning smile lit up his features and made Blaine lose track of his thoughts for a moment; Kurt truly was beautiful.

"What about my face?"

"Is there like a light in your eyes or something Blaine? Because I swear they're glowing with, like, magic or something..." Kurt trailed off; apparently content just to sway on the spot to the music while Blaine blushed, torn between embarrassment and strangely pleased that Kurt thought his eyes glowed magically.

"Hey I think I can see Jeff and Mercedes, let's head over to them" Blaine slotted his hand into Kurt's, placing his half full glass on a waiter's tray with the other, and gently led the boy through the crowd of people to where Jeff and Mercedes were standing near bar.

"Oh look they're holding hands!" Mercedes squealed.

"How are you two doing?" Jeff grinned smugly. Blaine rolled his eyes; both looked so proud of themselves and seemed oblivious to tipsy Kurt's swaying.

"We're fine, thanks for asking-"

"Blaineee I want another drink!" Kurt cut off his reply with this declaration and started towards the bar but Blaine's hand in his held him back.

"What's up with my boy?" Mercedes asked, now looking slightly worried.

"He's a bit tipsy" Blaine admitted. "He says it makes him feel like a Seer..."

"Kurt honey, do you want to come outside with me for a moment to clear your mind?" Kurt shook his head furiously, still looking yearningly towards the bar.

"No, the alcohol helps me forget about Kerofsky!"

Blaine and Jeff looked at Kurt confused. Mercedes just looked horrified.

"Who's-?"

"Don't ask, we'll be back when he's sober!" Mercedes yanked Kurt's hand out of Blaine's and dragged him towards the exit, leaving the two Dalton boys staring after them, bewildered.


"What was that?" Jeff asked slowly.

"I have no idea" Blaine replied, shrugging. As much as he wanted to think that what Kurt said wasn't significant Mercedes reaction to it told him otherwise; he had a very bad feeling about that name Kerofsky and, Blaine hoped, if he got to know Kurt better he might learn more about it.

"Do you want to go see how Nick, David and the two girls are doing?" He suggested in an attempt to change the subject.

"Sure" Jeff replied so they walked over to the bar which was busier than it had been earlier to see Brittany slumped over the bar in what seemed to be a light doze while Santana downed a shot of something Blaine guessed at being tequila. From the half a dozen small and empty glasses piling up in front of her he also guessed that Santana was an experienced drinker and that Brittany, who was now snoring, was not.

Nick on the other hand was sitting in the furthest corner of the bar nursing a drink with a scowl on his face while David sat next to him reading a book, his own drink sitting on the table left untouched.

Jeff went over to his boyfriend who looked a bit happier at the sight of the blonde Warbler but still had downcast look in his eyes. Blaine however opted for staying back, instead keeping an eye on the door as he awaited Kurt and Mercedes' return.

After a few minutes of distantly hearing Santana egg herself on and Jeff sitting silently next to a troubled looking Nick in the corner, Blaine perked up slightly at the sight of Mercedes and Kurt slipping back into the room; Kurt's hair was a bit damp which gave Blaine the impression he'd had his head dunked in water, or something of the sort.

"Are you feeling better now?" Blaine asked as soon as they neared enough to be able to hear him.

Kurt smiled weakly. "Yes; my head's still a bit foggy but I don't want any more of that wicked stuff, which is good. I'm sorry by the way, about the eyes glowing thing..." He shook his head, apparently mortified at himself. "It was creepy"

"No, it wasn't" Blaine reassured him, smiling slightly. "It was sweet" Kurt blushed and smiled timidly at Blaine, who smiled happily back, both eyes twinkling with happiness.

The sound of a glass breaking jolted the pair out of their reverie.

Everyone in the close proximity turned around to see Santana clutching shards of broken glass in her hand, her eyes bulging with outrage at something behind Kurt. Confused he turned around to see what had made her so angry, and was met by an unexpected sight: on the other side of the room two teenage girls were locked in a passionate embrace against the back wall as they shamelessly kissed one another. Shameless. Ah, that's what Santana's problem is Kurt came to this realisation as Santana, sending one last furious look at the entwined pair, threw the remains of her glass at a wall, startling the bartender, and stormed off without a backwards glance.

This left Mercedes to gently awake Brittany and try and coax her out of her stool so she could be led back to her suite, and the Dalton boys (minus Wes) to stare at the place where Santana sat with varying expressions of confusion.

"Dolphin I don't understand" Brittany whined to Kurt as she was half dragged by Mercedes to a standing position. Her lipstick smudged and her eyes bloodshot Brittany looked a mess. "Where's my Sanny gone? Is she okay?" The concern in the blonde's eyes made tears of anger leap to Kurt's eyes; Santana cared for Brittany, he knew that, but she by no means deserved her.

Brittany went to give Kurt a hug, confused but concerned for her dolphin's emotional state, but someone else got there first. Kurt was too busy blinking away his tears to realise that the person he was hugging wasn't Blaine; this person was considerably taller than he was. And that was when he registered the sound of another person's loud footsteps stomping off in the opposite direction.

Kurt broke away from Jeff's hug to see Nick slamming the door closed so loudly that everyone in the room fell silent. He looked up to see Jeff gawping at the door, tears of confusion in his own eyes, before striding off towards the door after his boyfriend. By now only Kurt, David (who looked at Jeff's retreating form in concern and got up to follow him) and Blaine who was avoiding Kurt's gaze with a troubled look on his face.

So much for a night of getting to know each other.


A/N: *Runs and hides* Sorry! D: It will get better though I promise. As much as I love Klaine fictions it annoys me when people write just pure fluff with no drama llamas. Like, at all. Fluff is nice and makes me happy but I tend to find stories a little boring without the odd twist, argument or secret. So prepare yourselves for that kind of thing; I already have a few future ideas for the future :).

By the way I can't promise but I MIGHT be able to update later this week; it depends on if I plan to do something on my insect day or not and how long my brain would decide to make the next chapter. Definitely not as long as this one; this took a freaking month.

Anyway thanks for reading, sorry again for the delay, and please review with feedback, favourite and follow if you like this :).

Next chapter: Niff drama and confusion amongst other things. Perhaaaps a song, methinks a Dalton boy who isn't Blaine may have some time to shine though I'm not sure yet. :)