"Here, I think this is the right address..." Kurt muttered as he pulled up on the curb near a house lit up dramatically.

"Kurt, I don't know if I can do this."

"Do what?"

"This! Tell Blaine! I… I've never put myself out there like this."

"There's always a first time for everything!"

Kurt giggled as he opened his door, letting himself out to the incredibly loud music. Quinn took a deep breath before getting out of the passenger side and slamming the door shut behind her.

"Here we go." Kurt shouted cheerily, walking towards the house. Quinn followed nervously, but deep down she knew this is what she wanted.

The front door was wide open, and kids that Kurt and Quinn didn't even recognise were swarming in and out of the full house. Empty plastic cups and beer bottles lay scattered on the floor, so Kurt and Quinn carefully avoided stepping on one.

"Hey guys. How's It… going? Y'all drunk yet? WOO! I LOVE THIS SONG! COME AND DANCE KURT!" Sam dragged Kurt to the main room where the music was booming from. Kurt glanced back at Quinn, where she faked a smile and mouthed for him to enjoy himself. Meanwhile, Quinn decided to search for Blaine, knowing it would be hard because it seemed like most the school was at the party.

Quinn walked into the kitchen to see Finn and Rachel making out by the fridge, neither stopping for air once. Finding it quite disgusting, Quinn returned to search for Blaine.

"'Sup Blondie, having a good time?" Santana slurred, dancing frantically with a beer in one hand.

"Yeah, great party. Uh, have you seen Blaine?" Quinn yelled.

All of a sudden, Santana started laughing hysterically, before vomiting in someone's hat that was left on the stairs. Quinn patted her gently on the back, offering to get her some water. However, Santana declined and carried on drinking her beer.

"Have you seen Blaine anywhere then?" Quinn repeated.

"I saw him in the living room earlier…" Santana shouted before laughing hysterically again.

Quinn laughed nervously, then returned to the living room. She glanced over to Kurt, who seemed to be enjoying himself dancing with some boy. Quinn didn't recognise the boy though, so he must've gone to a different school.

Finn and Rachel were also dancing, along with Brittany and Mike, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the party. Quinn looked to her left to see Artie rolling backwards and forwards in his wheelchair, occasionally waving his arms around frantically, and swinging his head from side to side.

Quinn chuckled to herself before scanning the room, searching for a certain curly haired boy.

"Hey, found him yet?" Kurt had stopped dancing and went to speak to Quinn. Kurt gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead on his cardigan.

"No, I think he might've left…" There was sadness in her voice, but she would've personally preferred talking to him alone, rather than being around several drunk maniacs. "Who's that guy you were dancing with?"

"Oh, that's Nathaniel." Kurt blushed slightly, although it wasn't very noticeable under the dim lights.

"You seemed to be hitting it off a bit…" Quinn playfully pushed Kurt, enjoying watching him blush even more. "Look, you can stay if you want, but I think I'm gonna go home, I'll walk."

"No Quinn, it's dark, and it's at least a half hour walk. Just wait a bit, and I'll come too. Just try and enjoy yourself."

Quinn agreed, but only because if her mom knew she'd walked on her own at this hour, she'd kill her. After laughing at Kurt running back to his new 'friend', Quinn walked round the dancers, hoping to find a suitable spot to stand, where she wasn't in anyone's way. She glanced over to her right to saw something that made her feel sick to her stomach. The music thumped in her ears and the sight in front of her caused her eyes to well up, knowing she was about to burst into tears at any moment. This sight was Blaine kissing a cheerleader. It wasn't just polite kissing, it was tongue-down-throat, hardcore kissing. That was it. Quinn had no control; the tears started trickling down her rosy cheeks. The cheerleader stumbled backwards and onto the floor, clearly showing the amount of alcohol in her system. Blaine started laughing hysetically (much like Santana) but didn't help her up, and just turned around to reach his beer. The clumsy cheerleader, who Quinn couldn't place, pulled herself up, and latched her lips onto another jock's, completely unaware of the sloppiness of her actions. Blaine swayed awkwardly from side to side, looking like he was about to topple over, but he managed to keep his balance. Just then, he turned his head to the right to see Quinn in tears, not breaking eye contact. For the first time ever, he wasn't going to chase after her. Sure, the sight of it killed him, but he stayed strong. His expression was emotionless. After a couple of intense, cold seconds, he looked away, breaking the eye contact.

"I'm out of here!" Quinn shouted down Kurt's ear as she ran past everyone. She ran out the door, over the lawn, to Kurt's car. She sat herself on the curb and cried to herself, hoping to un-see what she just witnessed.

"How could he do this to me?" She thought.

A few seconds later, Kurt ran out of the house, after Quinn. He was clutching a small piece of paper, which contained Nathaniel's phone number, but he tucked it neatly in his back pocket.

"What happened?" Kurt asked sensitively as he wiped a few clumps of dirt of the curb next to her as he took a seat.

"He's moved on. He was kissing someone else." Quinn cried softly into Kurt's shoulder, not even considering that her tears could ruin the fabric.

Kurt had no words, so he simply held Quinn, on the curb, in the middle of the night.


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