They heard the club before they could see it, and they saw the lights from halfway down the street. As soon as the limo pulled up to the door, Puck was climbing out and Kurt had to help Artie out by himself.

There were two very large men in suits standing on either side of the door, and between the one on the rights face tattoo and the one of the left's beard and gold chain, they made Puck look about as badass as Ms. Pillsberry.

Artie turned around in his chair to look back at the limo, only to find that it had driven away.

"Great, he left us alone to get past tweedle-tough and tweedle-tougher."

"How are we going to get ho….OOO!" Puck started shoving Kurt forward mid-sentence, and didn't stop until all three boys were parked in front of the door.

The bouncers leered.

Kurt gulped.

"Go ahead." The one on the left had a surprisingly high voice for someone with such an impressive beard. Puck resumed his shoving, and grabbed a handle of Artie's wheelchair to pull him in behind them.

"Dude, what the hell was that? After all that time memorizing, he didn't even check our Ids. What the hell?"

"Sometimes, that's the way the world works Abrams." Puck looked down at Artie and cringed. "Dude, unbutton your shirt. Right now."

"Excuse me, since when is fashion your thing? Particularly since we're in a gay club?"

"Kurt, it doesn't matter if we're in a nun club, no one buttons their shirt that high to party."

As he said this, Puck pulled off his tee shirt, leaving him in a wife beater that showed off his arms, and was tucked into the front of his jeans to show of his "Party" belt buckle.

"Heeyyyyy." A lanky college with jet black hair and about thirty glow sticks on his arm walked over to Puck as soon as he'd lost the outermost layer. "You. are. JuiCY. You wanna drink?"

"Only if you're buying baby," Puck raised on eye brow, and puffed his lips forward in a kind of a kiss.

"Mmm, I'll by you waadaeva you like."

Puck and the black haired kid started for the huge bar that took up the entire left side of the room.

"Of all the jocks in the entire school who could have been bi-curious, did it really have to be him?" Kurt asked the room at large.

"I think he's whoever-will-give-me-free-booze-sexual, at this point," Artie offered up.

They started making there way toward the bar, where in the span of two minutes, Puck had some how managed to amass four other boys and six shots.

As they moved down the ramp at the side of the bar, Artie bumped into a blond girl. He looked up to say he was sorry, but then he stopped. The blond was part of a couple and her brunette girlfriend was shooting daggers at him with her eyes, as she pulled her girlfriend away from him. They put their heads together, and not a second latter where giggling and ignoring the outside world. Artie stared wheeling away.

Kurt leaned down.

"Is it just me, or does that girl remind you of Sant…"

"NO."

By now, they had reached the bar, and when the bartended walked over Artie practically demanded scotch on the rocks.

Puck walked over to them, carrying four shot glasses and being followed by two boys, who looked like lost puppies. Lost, drunk puppies.

"Mmmmmm, I like your hair." One of the two started stroking Kurt's hair. Kurt shot a desperate, 'help me' look at Artie, but he was already too absorbed in his newly arrived scotch to help Kurt. Puck caught the look.

"Buy him a drink dude, and maybe he'll let you stroke somewhere else."

That was not the kind of help Kurt had been looking for.

A/N: I'm very sorry that it seemed like I abandon this story. As soon as I got my muse back for this one, I was attacked by a muse for another story it seems. I hope you will accept these two chapters, a vow never to leave you alone for this long again, and the promise for drunk shenanigans in our boys near future as a peace offering! And leave me reviews, although after such a writing hiatus on this, I'm not sure I'm allowed to ask for anything...