Episode 7, Episode 3:

"Dad, I was wondering…" Blaine walked into the living room where his dad was drinking a beer like he did most nights he came home early.

"Can this wait until after my beer? I usually like you to tell me about your day, but work was more stressful than average today."

"Yeah sure, I'll come back. It wasn't important anyway—," his son quickly walked himself out of his room. It was fast enough to be suspicious. Burt leaned his head over to look to his son's room, but then the door closed. Burt reluctantly put down his beer and lifted his feet off the recliner onto the floor. He'd almost forgotten: parenting came first.

"Blaine? Hey, open the door. Let's talk. What were you wondering?"

On the other side of the door, Blaine was losing confidence in telling his father about him and Kurt. He didn't even know what he was going to say. Hey dad, I'm thinking of having sex with my boyfriend! Any tips?

"It's nothing. It can wait, like you said, finish your beer," his voice cracked. Burt knocked again, and Blaine hung his head, but opened the door.

"What's going on?" Burt nodded his head at him.

"You can't—it's nothing. Only… I'm kind of getting serious with Kurt."

"Really? It's only been three weeks."

"Yeah, we're moving fast."

"Do you want it to be fast?"

"Yes, and no," Blaine sighed and fell onto his bed.

"I don't want you throwing yourself around for just anyone. I mean he sounds like a nice guy, but—we talked about this. If you're serious, I just want you to be sure careful. Is that what you wanted to ask me about?"

His son looked up meekly. Burt sighed in understanding and sat on the bed.

"Now, what I know is the mechanics are the same. I won't help you with that; I'll find you some pamphlets. I do know about finding someone you're willing to be vulnerable with. Your mother has her faults; I knew them when we met. The one thing that made me see through all of that was how I felt when I was with her. I trusted her. I could be myself, not feel judged, and when you're having sex, you're more exposed than you'll ever be. See women understand that sex has ties; emotions that you can't avoid. Guys have a harder time with that. Sex is fun and feels good, but there's baggage; it's not bad, but it's there.

"I won't get anyone pregnant dad."

"I don't mean that. You may need to look out for all the other guys who don't see that. There's going to be a lot of guys who just want sex, but you have to know there's a responsibility that comes with it."

"Thanks dad."

"You're welcome. Don't ever feel nervous talking to me about these things. Rachel mentioned that Kurt may be more experienced than you are, but you don't need to rush. Waiting would be better, for my sake, but when you're comfortable. I know initiating "The Talk" isn't fun, but it shows you're thinking responsibly. You're a good kid. I raised you so I know you'll be fine."

"Are you going to give the talk to Rachel now too?"

"No! I'm waiting until she's at least 30. Why? Do you know if she's seeing a boy?"

"Uhh, I think you should ask her about that," Blaine stood, not wanting to rat his sister out because he knew the pressure Finn would be under once Burt knew he existed.

After Sam got booked, he wondered how long he would be in the cell before someone paid his bail. The bad stuff with his father began when the family lawyer didn't answer their calls. No one would be able to save his dad. Puck bailed Sam out of jail for the night while they continued questioning his father. April eventually came to the police station, frazzled and confused with her short blonde hair tussled with a pastel mint patterned tight dress. [Maybe this time] Sam went home with Puck trying to imagine how no one saw it coming.

Sandy had been selling drugs in his own business. Embezzling from the company he worked at and laundering what he could to his own private off shore accounts before it all disappeared. Based on what the cops told Sam, his father admitted to everything he did because on top of all that, he had gotten in deep with Al Motta, head of the biggest mafia organization in New York City.

The next day and night were torture. Sam missed school with Puck covering for him. Thankfully, Gossip Girl stood quiet because who knows what she would have said about him, his father and the whole family line? It would have crushed their reputation. That was something Sam knew to respect as much as he also despised it.

When he could finally get a hold of himself, he called Quinn who dumped him over the phone without delay. Of course, if she knew why he hadn't called to ask if she was okay, when she had been "sick," she wouldn't have added more stress to his life.

Sam didn't think he would be able to enjoy Puck's opening night party, but his best friend begged him. He promised him all the drinks he could handle and a ride home when he was plastered.

Puck fixed up the club himself. He didn't know a thing about liquor licenses or anything like that, but he did what he had no matter what. Who said he needed his father? The club was being tested out already. The waitresses practicing on patrons from bars down the block that he shut down for the night so he was sure there would be customers. The experience he created was one of a kind. He just wanted the foam flowing as freely as the drinks, but the designer he worked with had some ideas to make the club versatile and transform the décor seasonally.

Opening night was all 80s. He had a leather jacket that he hoped would work because aside from his watches and shoes, he didn't care for shopping. He had someone who did all that for him. He invited his close friends, and he knew they would come. Sam definitely needed the escape after the night he had in jail.

The pamphlets Blaine's dad picked up from the clinic for him did not make him any more comfortable with the idea of sex. Make-out sessions were frequent for the couple, and Blaine could barely contain himself when Kurt got too close. Kurt enjoyed janitors' closets, but Blaine liked having him over at the apartment where they could be alone. Blaine had ensured a locked door whenever just the two of them were around in the last days. Whatever stage they were in, though it had not been defined, they were doing fine. As much as Puck and Blaine did not get along, he and Kurt were still going to be each other's dates for Puck's opening night.

The only other couple guaranteed to be going to the opening night were Finn and Rachel, although the couple were still sneaking around their house. Burt had almost confronted her, but she ran away before the questioning could start. Finn similarly didn't want to worry Carole just yet. Rachel talked a lot, but she was considerate of him when he needed her attention. She cared for him while he just sat back and supported her, and, together, it worked.

Blaine had no idea where his sister got the Twelfth St. by Cynthia Vincent Faux Fur Jacket, tight black crop top, shiny russet brown dress with a high slit on each leg and ankle strap platform heels. [100] He assumed she'd gone shopping with Quinn, and he only prayed that she hadn't charged the emergency credit card their dad gave her when she started high school. He couldn't imagine what Burt's face would be like when he got the bill if she even dared to do that. Rachel, of course, looked amazing, but the attention she got from Finn and other boys only served to increase the size of the pit in Blaine's stomach. He couldn't help being an overprotective older brother and trying to cover her with his body when they were out on the dance floor. She laughed and twirled away from him in a perfect hustle.

"Liven up, Blaine! It's a party. Go dance with Kurt," she said shooing him away.

Blaine shook his head and left her. She went off on her way to find Finn who she lost at some point in the crowd. She knew he couldn't dance, but she liked to break him out of his comfort zone anyway.

"My sister's wearing something that would give my father a heart attack," Blaine said as he came up to Kurt at the punchbowl. The other boy smiled over his drink and adjusted his boyfriend's collar. Earlier that day, Blaine picked up bright blue SWIMS Rubber and Mesh Boat Shoes with purple laces to complement his Topman Acid Yellow Skinny Suits to wear over a pink textured t-shirt. [100] Kurt practically dressed him to make sure their outfits matched. Kurt found a fabulous gold button-down shirt to wear with cream trousers and star-powered sunglasses. [100]

"Don't worry so much. She's a big girl," Kurt assured him while bopping to the music.

"No, she isn't, not really."

"Nothing is going to happen tonight. Trust me! Finn really likes her, and Puck is on his best behavior," Kurt nodded excessively and tried to get his date to dance with him. He had never seen Blaine so tense.

"I don't know how you convinced me to go to his party in the first place," Blaine pouted, which to Kurt was one of his best looks.

"Will you forget about that a moment and just look at this place? It's amazing. You know you wouldn't want to miss this. Come on, Blaine, the night just started. Hey, would you mind my bringing you over to meet some of my friends?" Kurt said. He'd caught a glance in the corner where Puck, Quinn, Brittany and Santana were standing as a collective unit. Blaine felt it was intimidating enough being there but to socialize with people other than Kurt would cost extra. Puck was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"Now I have to be nice to him? No way!"

"Please for me," Kurt pouted. "We're drinking his booze."

"I'm not, but I'll go with you to see your friends."

Kurt had already made eye contact when the two first walked in. Puck's simple white t-shirt and shades made him look cooler than he really was. Blaine didn't trust anyone who wore sunglasses at night unless they were covering up a black eye. Kurt took his date's hand and walked him over to his friends.

"Hey, gay Winklevii twins!" Santana cheered them as way of greeting them. She was drunk, and Kurt was used to her mouth so he hugged her. Brittany went to hug Blaine. He didn't even know how she knew him. She likely didn't know either.

Quinn had on a Bebe Open Back Pleated Maxi Dress in red-orange, chunky wedges and glasses matching Kurt's. [100] Brittany almost stole away Quinn's thunder in American Apparel Silver shimmer Disco Pants and a stringy gold top that rose just above her waist. [100, Holly] Santana wore a glittery pink bikini top and matching loose fitting pants. [100, an extra]

"How are you Quinn?" Kurt asked.

"I'll be fine," she spoke nursing her drink. Puck glared at Blaine for a moment before slapping him on the back hard but amicably. He didn't actually hate him.

While the two old friends talked, and Brittany and Santana flirted, Blaine searched for his sister again and found her with Finn. The taller boy greeted Sam with a high-five when he walked by. Blaine straightened up. Sam looked good and that made Blaine more upset. He had someone he needed to chat with.

"Hey Sam!"

"Blaine, hey! What's up?"

"Don't talk to me like we're friends Sam. I know what you're trying to do. I'm on to you, and it won't work. Kurt's with me so I'd appreciate if you stopped trying to break us up."

"I didn't mean to—"

"I know what you didn't mean, but the truth is you were doing it. What you do by not moving on is hurt people. We never talked before because I wasn't in your circle. I might not be worthy of someone like Kurt, but you aren't either. Keep your hands off of him. No more proclamations of love in the bathroom. You don't think I heard about that, but everyone knows. Kurt keeps things from me because he doesn't want to bother me with it and also because he knows whatever you say doesn't mean anything. Are we clear?"

"Yeah, yeah we're—" Sam didn't get to finish his slurring. Blaine huffed at him and walked back to Kurt. No one noticed he left, and he didn't need them too. He had taken care of what he meant to do.

The foam began at midnight, and it had to be the most fun Blaine ever had. He threw balls of foam at Kurt, who feigned horror and got even by messing up the shorter boy's strategically spiked up hair, thereby crossing the line. Blaine chased him around the whole spot wanting to get even. The music blasted as they finally caught each other and play fought until they gave up and danced.

Blaine found the perfect moment in the middle of a song where they danced closely with their hands holding, and abruptly, Kurt wanted to leave. "Let's go back to your house," he said.

"My dad's home so we can't…"

"I know. I just want to be with you alone…" Kurt looked almost embarrassed to say it. Blaine held his cheek, kissed him again and walked out with him in his arms.

Quinn didn't dance the whole night. She was more of an angry drunk by nature, but sometime after her 7th drink, she finally felt better. She wasn't scared. She was liberated. Puck noticed the change. He'd walked around the party floor twice and got his fill of foam before he came back to Quinn.

"You're looking better," he said knowing angry-Quinn would retort that she looked amazing, but the new happy-Quinn just smiled.

"Do you want to dance with me?"

"Really? You don't like dancing."

"I do tonight," she said taking Puck's hand and bringing him onto the floor.

As you might have guessed, Upper East Siders, prohibition never stood a chance against exhibition. It's human nature to be free and no matter how long you try to be good, you can't keep a bad girl down.

She controlled him, and he went along for the ride. He was mesmerized. She was some new person he'd never seen before, but underneath it all, she was the same Quinn he'd always dreamt about. She was Puck's dream. "I want to get out of here," she said and there was seriousness behind her words that threw him for a loop. It wasn't there a minute ago. He might never have a chance like this again.

"Are you sure you want to leave with me?"

"Yes," she breathed into his ear lustily. Puck couldn't take it. He escorted her out.

Somewhere, Sam was sleeping. At some point, a long time ago, he'd tucked himself in for the night with no idea what was on his best friend's mind.

Now it wasn't just in Puck's mind, but in Puck's bed. Something he dreamt but never expected to happen. Quinn kicked at night, mostly for control of the blanket and once in a while she'd roll onto him, waking him up. He didn't move when she did this. He let her sleep. Eventually she'd roll back. His favorite moment was when her face leaned on her pillow facing him. She looked beautiful, breathing lowly, her back exposed. With her asleep, he was too afraid to touch.

~A.N. QUICK is happening so get ready!