The following week, Kurt found he was much happier with Blaine as a boyfriend. He now had someone at Dalton who knew about his condition and illness, and Blaine prompted Kurt to take his meds and eat more. Last week, Blaine had driven Kurt to the meeting with his therapist and made sure he was okay. Kurt's heart would pound in his chest every time he looked up at Blaine, he would grin uncontrollably every time Blaine held his hand and even so much as said his name.
The only problem with having Blaine as a boyfriend was that he was all he could think about. He was often distracted in class and couldn't bring himself to do homework in their dorm.
"Kurt," Jeff hissed, knocking his elbow. Kurt's head shot up, his cheers burning. Jeff grinned down at his lab partner.
"Nick's having a party tonight, you have to come," Jeff told Kurt just as the bell signalling the end of the day rang.
"I don't know-"
"Invite Blaine," Jeff all but shouted as he practically ran down the corridor. Kurt sighed and span around, and jumped out of his skin to see Blaine standing behind him.
"Invite me where?" Blaine asked, a smirk on his face.
"Nick's party, but we don't have to go,"
"I'd like to go," Blaine shrugged. He grabbed Kurt's hand and lead him down the corridor.
"I didn't think it would be your kind of thing," Kurt said, trying to ignore his heart thumping in his chest.
"I don't tend to get invited to parties," Blaine chuckled.
"I-"
"Hey, Kurt, Blaine! Will I see you both at mine later?" Nick asked, passing them both in the corridor. "I'll text you the address!"
"See, we have to go," Blaine grinned.
"Fine, we'll go," Kurt sighed. They had reached their dorm, and Blaine pushed open the door with his spare hand.
"Hey, I was only messing. We don't have to go if you don't want to," Blaine said, gently tilting Kurt's chin so that they were looking at each other. Kurt smiled, captivated by Blaine's eyes.
"We can go," Kurt smiled.
"Okay," Blaine said, and pecked Kurt on the lips softly. "I guess I should get ready."
Kurt wasn't much for partying. Back in New Directions, he would often sit out when the group wanted to get drunk. After all, it only lead to bad decisions and throwing up. But Kurt was sure that the Dalton boys were more sensible than that of McKinley, and he couldn't imagine Blaine getting drunk. He was waiting for Blaine to get out of the shower before they could set off. Nick's house was almost an hour away, and the party started at seven. There wasn't any rush but Kurt thought the earlier they got there, the earlier they could leave.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, emerging from the bathroom. He straightened his collar and grabbed Kurt's car keys from the dresser, and dropped them into Kurt's out stretched hand.
"You look nice," Kurt grinned. Blaine smiled sheepishly, and they headed down to the parking lot together. The corridors were mostly empty due to it being the weekend. Most students had gone home or the boarding students were down in the cafeteria.
"Do you know the way?" Blaine asked.
"Not really. I have the address though," Kurt shrugged, handing Blaine his phone.
"Oh yeah, I know where that is," Blaine said. "I can drive if you want?"
"Okay," Kurt shrugged.
"It's not too late to back out, you know? We can always go see a movie, or just stay in," Blaine suggested.
"No, it should be fun," Kurt said.
"Are you sure this is it?" Kurt asked, staring out of the window as Blaine drove the car down a deserted street. It was dark out, the only light coming from the dim street lamps.
"I'm sure of it," Blaine shrugged, looking confused.
"It must be around here somewh-" Kurt cut himself off as they rounded a corner, revealing another street of large houses. At the end of the street one house stood out from the rest. Colourful lights flashed from inside, and music could be heard at full blast, getting louder the closer they got.
"Found it," Blaine chuckled. He found a parking spot and unclipped his seat belt. As they walked together up the drive way, Kurt was starting to really hate the idea of a party. He was so exhausted, physically and emotionally, and really wasn't up to socialising. But before he could tell Blaine he had changed his mind, the front door flew open and a drunken Nick and Jeff stood grinning at them.
"Kurt! Blaine! So happy you could-" Nick hiccups, before continuing his drunken speech. "Make it. Welcome to my Hummel-humble- abode!"
"Hey Nick," Blaine smiled, walking into the party house, pulling Kurt in behind him. Over the blaring music, Kurt could make out people singing and shouting over the music to talk. Everyone was dancing and drinking, and kissing or crying. Kurt also noticed there were a lot of girls there.
"Here, drink this," Jeff giggled, pushing a red cup into Blaine's hand.
"Oh, no thanks-"
"It's just juice," Nick shrugged, not looking at Blaine. Instead he was fiddling with Jeff's shirt, staring at his boyfriend hungrily. The two boys fell into the sea of drunken teenagers without another word, and Blaine turned to Kurt with a questioning look. He stared into the blue liquid in his cup. It didn't smell of alcohol. He shrugged, and drank from the cup. It tasted amazing, and not at all like alcohol.
"You okay?" Blaine asked Kurt, who had also been giving a drink. Kurt grimaced into the cup but nodded his head.
"Come on," Blaine said, putting his drink on the kitchen counter and taking his boyfriends hand, lead him into the living room. The house was packed, with not much room to move around but the energy was good and Blaine was starting to enjoy himself. Everyone in the living room was dancing, non to elegantly. Blaine took both of Kurt's hands and, reluctantly, Kurt danced with him. He couldn't help but laugh though, because Blaine couldn't dance.
An hour later, and Blaine had consumed five cups of the blue liquid and Kurt was positive that whatever was in it wasn't just juice. Blaine was definitely drunk, or high, which one Kurt wasn't quite sure. His boyfriend was dancing like nobody was watching, singing as loud as possible to every song and kept kissing Kurt every chance he got. Kurt was annoyed, he wanted to go home, but he knew Blaine hadn't gotten drunk on purpose. Nick and Jeff were the one's to blame.
Kurt stood in the doorway, watching his boyfriend dancing and talking to some people from school. Nick and Jeff hadn't been seen since they arrived, and Kurt blocked out the thought of what they could be doing. Just as he started to wander where all his other friends were, a hand patted him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly and turned around to see Harry smiling at him. Kurt's stomach turned just thinking of the last time he saw Harry.
"Hey," Harry smiled, offering him a drink. Kurt shook his head and glared at the boy.
"Haven't seen you in a while," Harry said, shouting over the music.
"Yeah," Kurt said.
"Look, Kurt, I'm sorry for what happened the last time we-"
"Don't. Just leave me alone, Harry." Kurt said. He turned around, to find Blaine, but Harry's hand grabbed Kurt's, stopping him from moving.
"Kurt, please, I can make it right. Don't tell me you're actually happy with him," Harry said, nodding his head to where Blaine was still dancing. Kurt glared at Harry with as much anger as he could muster, but before he could say anything, Harry pulled Kurt to him, smashing their lips together. It took Kurt a second to process what was happening, but he pushed Harry away forcefully.
"Stay away from me!" Kurt all but screamed. He stormed over to Blaine, who was singing happily with a girl he didn't know and pulled him away.
"Hey!" Blaine said in protest, but his attitude changed when he saw Kurt.
"Kurt!" Blaine giggled. "Where're we goin?"
"Home," Kurt said. Blaine stopped, pulling Kurt back.
"I don't wanna go!"
"Blaine we have to," Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling Blaine towards the door way.
"But Kuuurt!" Blaine cried, grabbing hold of the door frame. Kurt groaned, attempting to pry Blaine's fingers away. He looked up, into the house, and spotted Harry watching them from the kitchen. Filled with a sudden burst of rage, Kurt dropped Blaine's hand.
"Fine! Stay here, Blaine!" Kurt shouted, span around and stomped over to his car.
"Kurt, staaay!" Blaine laughed, hiccupping. Kurt ignored him, patting down his clothes trying to find his key. He remembered that Blaine has it, and stormed back up to his boyfriend. Without saying anything, Kurt felt down Blaine's jacket trying to find the key. Blaine giggled, and pressed his lips to Kurt's neck. Gently, Kurt pushed him away.
"Where's my key, Blaine?"
"m'not giving it to you," Blaine muttered, placing his hand over one of his pockets. "Kurt has to stay," he whispered. Kurt ignored him and managed to move Blaine's hand. He found the key and walked back to his car, half expecting Blaine to follow. He did, but not for the reason Kurt wanted.
"Kurt we have to stay. It's so much fun!" Blaine giggled.
"Maybe for you," Kurt muttered, unlocking his door. Blaine started humming along to the song that was playing inside.
"Are you coming or not?" Kurt asked.
"No," Blaine huffed, sticking his chin in the air.
"Fine," Kurt muttered, and climbed into the car. He started the engine and reversed, before turning the car and driving down the street.
"Oh," Blaine said, watching as Kurt's car disappeared. He stood there for a minute, not sure what to do. Eventually, he went back inside and started dancing with a girl he had been speaking to before. He soon forgot about Kurt and drank another drink.
About half an hour later, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him away from all the commotion. Protesting, Blaine tried to kick his way back inside. It was cold outside and Blaine was sick of being dragged out there.
"Hey!" Blaine said, spinning around to see Harry pulling him down the drive way. "Ger'off me!"
"Shut up, Blaine, I'm taking you back to Dalton," Harry said, stopping outside a black Mercedes.
"But I wanna stay!" Blaine squealed, his voice higher than usual.
"No," Harry said forcedly. Blaine glared at the boy and folded his arms across his chest.
Blaine eventually got in the car. Harry sighed.
"This is going to be a long ride."