Chapter 27-

Blaine:

"2:30! It's quitting time!" I yelled to Kurt from across the shop who was working on a particularly difficult tire. Burt came out of his office.

"Yeah, you boys did good." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Kurt, I'll get that. You both have a party to get ready for." Kurt nodded towards his father before letting go of the tire and bouncing over to me. "You boys did good by working off Sam's hospital bills. I have to say, I'm going to miss you guys being around every Saturday." Kurt hugged his father.

"I know, Dad. Maybe we could still help out some Saturdays?" Burt ruffled his son's hair and ignored the squawk of displeasure as he laughed.

"Maybe. Now go on. I'll clock you both out."

"Bye, Dad."

"Bye, Mr. Hummel."

"Blaine, you can call me Burt. Also, if you ever need anything, feel free to come in anytime." He ruffled my hair as well and smiled at me. It didn't bother me.

"Thanks... Burt."

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We made our way to Kurt's house where we left our costumes for David's party tonight. Kurt had decided our costumes. I still didn't quite know who we were supposed to be, but he seemed pretty damn excited about it. We headed upstairs to Kurt's bedroom, left the door open, (per Burt's request) and peeled off our sweaty clothes. Kurt was standing there without a shirt and I almost lost my shit. I came up behind him and bucked into his ass with my semi.

"God Blaine, that feels good." We had had sex several times since the first time, but lately we had been interrupted before things could get good.

Kurt:

I seem to remember part of my father's speech being, "Once you start doing this stuff, you're not gonna stop." And I think he was right, cause if Blaine stopped what he was doing, I would physically hurt him. He was grinding into my ass and kissing my neck causing shivers of pleasure to explode all over my body. I backed up into him and wrapped my arm around his neck as he grabbed my hips.

"Hey, Kurt! Did you eat the cake I hid in the fridge- oh god guys!" Blaine grunted in frustration.

"Finn, could you not knock?"

"The door was open- I didn't know you two were going to be having sex with the door open!"

"We weren't having sex, Finn."

"At least not yet..." Blaine muttered under his breath.

"I don't know how guys... do things." Finn said while flailing his arms. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"Babe, you want to get in the shower? At least there we will have some privacy."

"I wouldn't if I were you. Mom just got home." Finn said before exiting the room and looking anywhere but at us. I sighed.

"Of course. We have been celibate for like two weeks now! What's another day?" I growled in frustration as I pulled my costume out of the closet aggressively.

"Woah, sexually frustrated much?" Blaine smirked. I made a face at him.

"Aren't you?"

"Of course I am, but I also know I'm going to have you all to myself tonight." He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. "David's house has a lot of spare rooms to sneak into."

"Oh really?" I purred as images of what all could happen at this party flooded my mind.

"Mmhmm."

I let my hands slide down Blaine's back and then gently squeezed his butt. "I'll hold you to that." Blaine groaned softly before I pulled away with a sweet peck on his lips.

"Okay, I'm gonna take a shower and then you can hop in." Blaine frowned, but realized that was all that was going to happen at the moment.

"Okay, babe."

After our showers I worked on getting my hair perfect. Blaine put on his costume and went downstairs to play games with Finn. I carefully applied the green paint on my face. Whoever thought that Elphaba couldn't be gender bent was wrong. I was covered in green paint everywhere my skin was exposed with green gloves covering my hands and dressed entirely in black. My black witch hat finished the look. Smiling into the mirror, I made my way down stairs.

"Sweetheart, you ready?" Blaine threw down his controller and stood up. I bit back a moan at how hot he looked in his simple fitted dark green slacks, linen shirt, and suspenders. He had styled his hair with the mousse I gave him so that his curls were tamed, but still curly. My Fiyero looked so handsome. He went to kiss my cheek, but I stopped him. "Don't smudge the makeup!" He shook his head at me.

"We better go babe if we wanna meet the guys before the party." After a gushing Carole took a few pictures, we said our goodbyes and left for Wes' house. It was around seven by the time we got there and we were met at the door by Wes who was draped in a black sheet.

"What are you supposed to be?" I asked. He motioned to the back sheet.

"I'm a judge, duh." He waved his gavel in the air to make it clear. We both stifled a giggle as Wes led us into the living room of his parent's house. Jeff was sitting on the loveseat and has red pants on with a white shirt with colourful balls glued to it. Santana was on the couch dressed as the sluttiest angel costume I had ever seen while Brittany was draped over her dressed as a devil. Chandler was there, but he wasn't dressed up. He was still going through his breakup and wasn't in the mood. I was just glad he had perked up enough to come join us. Sam wasn't dressed up either, saying his cast made it difficult to find one. I tried to get him to dress as Evan Hansen from the musical "Dear Evan Hansen," but it was a hard pass. Quinn was dressed in a nicely fitted navy blue suit and had her hair slicked back into a tight bun.

"What are you Quinn?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.

"I'm the first female President. A much needed change." She folded her arms. Puck came out of the bathroom dressed in a black suit with a loose tie. He had sunglasses on and was holding a plastic squirt gun.

"Freeze and step away from the President!" Puck yelled as he stepped in front of the 'president.' Quinn rolled her eyes and walked away. "I'm Quinn's secret service agent. Pretty badass, right?"

"Sure..." I went to stand next to Blaine who was standing next to Jeff.

"The hell are you supposed to be?" Blaine asked the blonde. Jeff smiled widely.

"I'm a gumball machine, stick a hand in my slot and grab a gumball Blaine." He thrust his hips towards Blaine suggestively, causing Blaine to jump behind me.

"Words cannot describe how much I won't be doing that. You disturb me." Nick came out of the kitchen dressed in what seemed was a large hula hoop with gray fabric glued around it and a picture of George Washington stapled to the front of it. Blaine shook his head. "I don't want to know what-" he was cut off by Jeff bouncing over to him.

"He's a quarter! 'Cause I like it when he's inside me." Nick and Jeff high-fived when Blaine let his head fall as if in defeat. I just laughed.

"Okay, you miscreants! Who is ready to party?" Wes yelled as everyone finished getting ready. We all cheered as we piled into two cars and were off to the party.

Blaine:

We got to David's house a little after 7:30. The large house was decorated to the nines with gravestones and pumpkins littering the ground. Fake spider webs stretched across the railing and the columns on the front porch and trailed down to the rocking chair a skeleton was seated in dressed in a McKinley football jersey and helmet. As we rang the doorbell, a scream rang out. David opened the door wearing a tie dyeshirt and a yellow headband around his head. He had a flower perched on his ear and bright red pants on.

"'Sup guys! You ready to party?" Everyone cheered as we were led into the living room where Mercedes, who was dressed as Effie White, and Mike and Tina who were dressed as Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. (Sailor Moon rules; don't judge me.) I passed Artie dressed as Han Solo as I went directly into the kitchen where the beer was. Music was thumping loudly, but I still could hear the commotion that was Finn and Rachel arriving. I headed back out into the living room with my newly acquired beer and saw Rachel in what looked like a sailor suit on top and black trousers and Finn was wearing a brown suit. I tugged on one of my suspenders over my white button down.

"What are you guys?" Nick asked from where he sat with Jeff on his lap.

"We are obviously Fanny Brice and..." she gestured to Finn who seemed to get the gist.

"Oh! Mr. Armstan."

"Arnstein! Mr. Arnstein, Finn!" Everybody laughed and started milling around. There were other some other people from McKinley there, but it wasn't a huge party at least. Kurt wandered out of the kitchen with a solo cup as Finn approached us.

"Hey! Burt said no sex."

"So, we say we slept in the same room?" Finn nodded his agreement and went into the kitchen to get himself and Rachel a drink as well. I found my hand gravitating toward Kurt's and linked our fingers together. He smiled up at me. This party is going to be fun.

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About two hours later, everyone had had plenty to drink and started to really have fun. Brittany had lost a few items of her clothing and was dancing on a table in the middle of the room. Tina and Mercedes were laughing like idiots about something. (no one else knew what) Rachel was scream singing, "Don't Rain On My Parade." Santana was prowling around the table and yelling at anyone who tossed dollars at Brittany. Sam was cuddled up next to Mercedes and looked asleep even though her laughter was causing him to bounce around. David was watching in disgust as Nick did body shots off of Jeff and dripped it all over his parents coffee table. He hated messes. Wes was banging his gavel trying to get Brittany off the table. Mike was breakdancing in the corner and Artie was being hoisted in the air by Finn and Puck to do a keg stand. It was chaos, but the atmosphere was fun. I wasn't as far gone as most everyone else was, but I was definitely feeling a pleasant buzz. I was standing in kitchen doorway watching this all go down when a pair of hands slid around my waist.

"Hey, babe." I heard Kurt let out a sigh behind me as I turned around in his arms.

"You smell amazing right now." Kurt had been nursing his drink for awhile, but it seemed he had a low tolerance. I could feel him brushing his nose across the nape of my neck and suppressed a shiver. It didn't even bother me that he was probably getting my whole neck green. I kind of liked the idea that everyone would see and know Kurt had marked me. I knew he wasn't thinking that, but still.

The doorbell rang twice, but no one answered. To be honest, I don't think anyone heard it over the noise of the party and I wasn't about to stop Kurt from doing what he was doing. The door swung open and Sebastian strode in. I groaned. Sebastian was dressed in a long black robe with a Slytherin insignia on the front. An idea for next year popped into my head.

"Babe! We should be Harry Potter characters next year!" Kurt stopped kissing my neck and looked at me with a deadpan expression.

"No way." He said simply.

"Kurt! It's Harry freaking Potter!" I would change his mind. I had some new moves I hadn't tried yet that would guarantee that. Sebastian soon caught sight of us and strode over. He put his arm around me which I shrugged off immediately.

"Hello, boys. Lovely night for a party." Kurt saluted him with a giggle and then only paid attention to his nearly empty cup.

"Who invited you?" I looked over at David who shrugged.

"I heard there was a party, so I decided to drop by. Like my costume? I thought I would slytherin to your bed." He smiled, clearly pleased with himself.

"Not happening. You can just un-drop by." I herded Kurt into the kitchen where Jeff was singing drunkenly along with Beyoncé's, "Dance for You" to Nick and dancing seductively. Serbastard followed us. "Look, you need to back off. I thought we had settled the fact that Kurt and I are together and you're not going to come in between us." He looked me over as if to decide how serious I was.

"Regardless of what you think, I do care about Kurt." His joking demeanour seemed to slip. I almost felt sorry for him.

"Look, Kurt is in love with me. He doesn't like you." It felt mean even to my own ears. I almost felt bad for saying it. His smirk reappeared like a door slamming shut.

"I think we should let him decide who he loves." We both turned toward where I left Kurt, but he was gone. My eyes quickly scanned the room. He was standing at the bar doing shots with Jeff. His witches hat had fallen off, showing his messy hair that would have never been on display had he been sober and his green face paint had smudged in a few places. He looked disheveled and hot and beautiful. Sebastian immediately started for him, but I quickly caught up. It was clear to me that Sebastian had more than just a little crush on Kurt and I didn't want to be cruel, but apparently Sebastian only learned his lesson if it was pounded into his thick skull.

"Kurt, baby. Who do you love?" Kurt turned toward us eyes glazed over by the alcohol. He slid his arm around my waist.

"I love you, Blainey." I arched my eyebrow at the nickname as Kurt started to rub my back with his hand and stared up into my eyes with obvious desire. I could feel myself getting hard.

"See, he loves me. Not you." I said simply, not wanting to hurt Sebastian, but wanting to make myself very clear. Sebastian smiled at us and held up his cup as if he was giving a toast.

"Very well. Cheers to the happy couple. I only wish the best." He did an over dramatic bow and left the kitchen. I felt sort of bad for him, but I was distracted by Kurt tugging on my pants.

"These need to be off now."

"Kurt, we can't go at it in the kitchen." I gently took his hands off my pants.

"Then... room?" I looked at how dazed with alcohol he was and didn't want to take advantage of his state of mind.

"How about we go in the living room and calm down a bit." I dragged Kurt into the living room after me. David and several others were dancing to Liddy by Dope Saint Jude with Wes giving him disapproving looks. There were a couple girls there that I didn't know, but had seen around school. They giggled to themselves before they started toward me and Kurt.

"Hey Kurt." They were all smiling and mulling about nervously. "How big is it?" I snorted and Kurt looked very confused. Then again, standing was a little confusing to him right now.

"What? How big is what?" He turned to me and blinked slowly. "Do they mean my hat, baby?"

"Here's our numbers." They shoved a piece of paper at his chest and ran away giggling. I recovered from laughing, and took his hand, led him to an over stuffed arm chair and pulled Kurt into my lap. The front door opened again and I leaned over to see who it was. I felt my stomach drop a little as in walked Dave Karofsky. I frowned. He had been cool at the game, but I didn't want him to cause trouble. Who knew how he would act when there was alcohol around and everyone was watching? What the hell was he doing here?

Karofsky:

What the hell am I doing here? I stepped into the house knowing the Glee dorks and football players were here. That's the whole reason I came here. I needed to apologise to Kurt. I needed him to understand. I had about a second to look around before Anderson was in my face.

"What the hell are you doing here, Karofsky?" His voice was quiet, but pitched in a deadly tone.

"I'm not here to fight, Anderson. I'm here to..." I could believe what I was about to say. The other guys in the room seemed to have stopped what they were doing and were looking at me. "I wanted to apologise. To Kurt... and you." He wavered for a second, but went right back to his stone gaze the minute I moved.

"Look, I get what you are trying to say, but you need to stay away from Kurt. He needs space." I looked into his eyes and for the first time realised the harm I had done. He was protecting his boyfriend from me. He was scared for his boyfriend. I had done that.

"Blaine, I'm sorry. Truly. For everything. I just want you and Kurt to know that." He sighed and crossed his arms.

"Look, he's in no state to listen to what ever you haven't say, so not tonight. Just go home." As if to prove his point, Kurt slid upside-down out of the chair he was in and lay giggling on the floor. Blaine seemed to be waiting until I took the hint and left.

"Okay, but please tell Kurt what I said?" He nodded slightly. I nodded back and turned around and left. I was a little upset I couldn't apologize, but what Blaine was saying made sense. I definitely wanted Kurt to remember my apology. As I exited the house, I stopped at the fence when I saw a familiar face. I think his name was Sebastian. He had been relentlessly hitting on Kurt for weeks now, seemingly always ready to come up with a new name or phrase to use on him. I also vaguely remembered pushing him up against a locker. I noticed he was a little drunk from the way he was swaying. He caught me staring at him.

"Ah! Come to see the grief stricken?" He said, slurring a couple of the words.

"Grief stricken?" I don't know why I talked to him. I should have probably just turned and left, but something about him made me want to stay.

"Yes, the loss of love does make one grief stricken."

"Why are you talking like some Shakespeare nerd?" He laughed.

"Why are you talking like a school bully when you have supposedly reformed? I heard your little apology in there. It was sweet."

"I didn't come here to be talked down to by you." I turned as if to go, yet something about him pulled at me. I stopped and closed my eyes before turning back to him.

"Forget something?" I don't know what was pulling me toward him, but I was suddenly walking until I was face to face with him.

"You have nice eyes." What the hell? What was that? I turned on my heels and marched back down the street like I should have done before. I don't know what I was thinking. Although it was true he did have nice eyes. I chanced a glance back at Sebastian who seemed taken aback. I shook my head. What was wrong with me?

Blaine:

I was having trouble focusing on not taking advantage of Kurt since he was rubbing me through my pants and whispering dirty things in my ear. I had pulled him back into my lap after Karofsky left and asked for a kiss to help me calm down. He had complied happily, but soon on kiss turned into making out and then he was all over me. The shock of seeing Karofsky had sobered me up even more, but Kurt hadn't gotten the memo.

"Baby, we can't do it in David's living room." Kurt groped me again and licked the shell of my ear.

"Then let's go to one of the many rooms you promised me he had." I almost moaned out loud at the feeling of him against me. I searched his face for any hesitance and found only desire. His eyes glittered a clearer blue than before. They stood out fantastically against the green paint. It seemed he wasn't as drunk as I thought he was when he winked and gave me the little half grin that made me crazy. I grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him into the nearest empty room I could find.

David:

It was a funny thing being drunk. Everything seemed like a good idea. Drinking more? Great idea. Seeing if I can still do a kick flip? Great idea. Almost breaking my leg after attempting said kick flip? Great idea. Stumbling down the hall and opening a random door? Bad idea. I opened said door and saw Jeff with his shirt off knelt between Nicks legs. Luckily, Nick's pants were still on.

"Get out, David!" I covered my eyes and left the room screaming about my eyes burning. I stumbled out into the hall way and opened the door across the hall. I saw Blaine on top of Kurt who was moaning out loud. Thankfully, his pants were still on too.

"Oh God! Not again! Why me?" Blaine jerked his head up and smirked.

"Get out of here, David!" I closed the door firmly and plopped down to the floor in the hall way. Maybe it was time for coffee. I scurried away to the kitchen after hearing another muffled moan from one of the bedrooms. I wasn't sticking around to find out who it was though.

Blaine:

After David's interruption, things got a whole lot better. I got my pants off and finished kissing and sucking down Kurt's body. He had bitten his lip and clutched at the pillow as I tasted everything I could reach. Soon, Kurt was on all fours panting as I licked around his tight hole and moaned out loud while I rubbed his cock.

"Blaine, please! I need you!" He was a panting, sweaty mess and I loved it.

"Please what, baby?"

"Please! I need you!"

"Where do you need me?" I was enjoying myself a little too much. I pumped his leaking cock.

"Blaine! I need you inside me! Now!" He was thrusting into my hand.

"You're kinda bossy." He grunted with frustration and threw the small bottle of lube and a condom he had brought at me. I laughed as I rolled it on and lubed up my cock. I hadn't stretched him much with my fingers, but I had been kissing and rubbing him for a while. Not to mention what I had been doing with my tongue. After that, I knew he should be nice and relaxed for me. I lined up with his tight hole and shoved in in one long thrust. He gasped in pain.

"You okay, baby?" He nodded.

"Just a little slower next time." I smiled. Seeing myself buried inside of his ass was enough to make me come alone. I started thrusting in and out. Kurt gripped the bed sheets tighter and moaned as I hit his prostate.

"Please, Blaine! Keep going! Right there!" I pounded into him. Pushing him up the bed several inches, Kurt yelled out out curses and pulled me in deeper. Green paint was everywhere. I would have to buy David new sheets. I heard a pounding at the door and Wes yelling at us to quiet down, but I ignored it. I thrust into his tight wet, heat three more times before releasing into the condom. Kurt came on the bed sheets. Yup, definitely would be going to the store later. We laid there panting for several moments, basking in the feeling and cuddling our sweaty bodies together.

"Best party ever!" was all I could manage. Kurt huffed a laugh as he burrowed into my side.

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Songs mentioned/used:

-Dance for You by Beyoncé

-Liddy by Dope Saint Jude

*we do not own any music used*