So I posted the first chapter of Straight Camp tonight which is primarily a Nick/Jeff story. Please do check it out, it's completely different to anything I've ever written and I'd love some feedback :) it'll probably be slow posting but I wanted to get it started anyway.

A quick shout out to Nani CW who Angela and I coincidentally met via Facebook. It was pretty awesome =D

And out of curiosity, what is everybody's name? I'm only asking for first names, obviously, and if you don't want to give me your name then don't. But I'm curious about names and which name is in the majority :) and I'd like to know for some of my regular reviewers who you actually are instead of your pen names - I'm looking at you Klaineforthewin, Chasing Aspirations, Mrs. Malfoy-Goode, Wyny, darrenfreakingcriss and so on ;)

From SquirrelzAttack: Oh, what I wouldn't give for The Warblers to throw a party and have all the council get drunk off of their faces...

My beta is totally allowed to prompt... right?

TGTDOSBDK, AU from the last ten minutes of Original Song onwards.

You know, I don't know what would happen after that top ten list. I don't think any of us do. So Sarah is making it up.

Party

They had done it.

After narrowly beating New Directions at Regionals, Kurt had spent a lot of time soul searching. He missed his friends back at McKinley and he missed being an individual. Dalton had been his escape, but Kurt was a different person now. He was stronger, more confident in himself. He could go back if he wanted to, and he knew he'd survive. Especially when Karofsky had promised to behave himself and offered the chance for Kurt to return.

But the Warblers were going to Nationals. They were going to New York, the city that Kurt had only dreamt of visiting since forever. This was his chance to find himself in the place he wanted to spend the rest of his life in, to even make a name for himself. The Warblers had hinted at a repeat duet for their Nationals performance, and Kurt would be crazy to turn that down.

Plus, Dalton had one thing that McKinley didn't, and couldn't. Blaine.

So, after a lot of thinking, talking with Blaine, the Council, Mercedes, his Dad, Rachel and even Finn, and plenty more thinking, his decision had been made. Kurt was going to stay at Dalton until the end of the year and see what happened from there.

Of course the McKinley guys were upset - Santana in particular had worked hard to try and make sure Kurt could come back. Not that he knew her motivation, but he understood the feeling from all of them. So then Rachel had proposed something that Kurt never would have dreamt possible from the brunette. Showing up with all of New Directions in tow, they proceeded to teach the Warblers everything they knew. Including song writing.

And that was when it turned out that Blaine was an amazing song writer - a skill he had never brought up out of modesty. With a bit of input from Kurt, he had quickly written them a duet that had brought Nick to tears and made the rest of the Warblers a bit teary. For his solo, they had gone with Wes Carr's You, and the group had banded together with the assistance of New Directions to write a group number that actually showcased more than just Kurt and Blaine.

Finishing their performance to a standing ovation was one of the biggest highs that Kurt had ever experienced. And as they waited in the hall, Blaine gripping his hand tightly, Kurt found himself not caring whether they had made the top ten or not. He had an amazing experience - especially when he and Blaine had snuck away for breakfast at Tiffany's - and he wasn't sure he could handle any more happiness.

Of course, when the list was revealed and the Warblers was the first name on it, he knew he could. The entire group had gone crazy, Kurt and Blaine included. And in the midst of the celebration, between the huddle of hyperactive Warblers, Kurt and Blaine had found one another. Blaine had pulled Kurt into his arms immediately and the two had just held each other, their excitement threatening to burst into each other's arms.

Then Blaine had pulled away, staring into his eyes and Kurt had felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest because this was it, Blaine was going to...

And then Nick was wrapping his arm around both of them, and the moment was broken. But that was all it had taken to make Kurt be entirely sure of two things. One, he was completely in love with one Blaine Anderson. And two, he absolutely wanted to kiss said Blaine Anderson, more than he had wanted anything in his life.

But, of course, life decided to go against him. After that moment, he and Blaine didn't get a moment alone. Between the whirlwind of packing, getting back on the plane (Kurt was seated next to Cameron who fell asleep ten minutes into the flight, trapping Kurt a few seats down from a disappointed looking Blaine) and collapsing when they returned to Dalton, absolutely exhausted... well, Kurt hadn't actually seen Blaine since the previous day.

Wes had declared rehearsal for the day after their arrival, to the groans of the others. After all, they had placed first. Kurt had figured they would deserve a break. But, not daring to argue with Wes, he made his way down to the choir room after his last class of the day. Entering the room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly, Kurt froze in the doorway.

"Kurt! Come on in!"

Kurt stared at the previously sombre Choir room which had been transformed. Balloons, banners, streamers, food and drinks, all had been assembled sometime within the last twenty-four hours. Various Warblers were hanging out, taking advantage of the carefree attitude and what looked suspiciously like alcohol. Skirting that table cautiously, Kurt made his way over to one of the empty couches and slumped into it gratefully.

A few minutes later, Nick and Jeff had joined him, the latter sitting on Kurt's armrest. "So, we did it!"

Kurt smirked. "What gave it away?" he asked, gesturing to the huge banner sporting the words CONGRATULATIONS DALTON ACADEMY WARBLERS - FIRST PLACE!

"Yeah yeah, smirk all you like. You and Blaine did awesome." Nick elbowed him lightly, grinning. "All we need to do now is get ready for that final competition - but we're not discussing that now," he added hastily as Jeff glared at him. "Right now, we're here to party!"

With that, Nick stood and grabbed Jeff's arm, pulling him away through the other Warblers towards the alcohol table. Kurt watched them go, shaking his head. He knew full well how this was going to end - he had survived the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza of 2011, after all - and didn't want to be a part of it. Casual bystander was always more amusing anyway.

And then Kurt's heart skipped a beat, because Blaine had just appeared in the doorway, searching around the room. Kurt raised his hand slightly and Blaine caught his eye, grinning. He weaved through the rest of the Warblers, stopping to talk to Wes quickly before sitting down next to Kurt. "Haven't seen you in awhile," he murmured lightly.

Kurt sighed, slumping into Blaine's side. "I'm still so tired. But I guess if they want to have a party, they can all go ahead and get wasted. At the very least, it'll be amusing for me to watch." He paused as a thought occurred to him. "Are you going to -"

"No way in hell." Kurt let out a sigh of relief and Blaine chuckled. "I learnt from last time, don't worry. I wouldn't put you through that again."

"I'm just surprised the council allowed it." Kurt sat up again, turning to look at Blaine. "Isn't Wes kind of ... strict?" Which, of course, was an understatement and a half. Kurt knew that Wes was strict.

Blaine laughed again, shaking his head fondly. "Wes is strict until David convinces him to have a few drinks. Then things get a little crazy. Luckily I got his gavel off him this time."

Kurt began to ask, then thought better of it. "So, how long will it take for them to go wild?"

"About fifteen minutes?" Blaine shrugged in response to Kurt's raised eyebrow. "Wes doesn't take long to get himself drunk, and once he's gone, everybody follows suit."

Kurt chuckled, settling himself back into Blaine's side and watching the rest of the Warblers swarm to the alcohol laden table. Sure enough, David could be seen coaxing Wes into taking a cup, but as soon as he had, the boy drank it in one gulp and headed for another. Kurt gave a low whistle, feeling Blaine laugh beside him. "Told you."

Kurt hummed in agreement, snuggling in closer to Blaine's side and resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. This was the first time he and Blaine had been able to just sit and relax together in the past few crazy weeks, and Kurt wanted to make the most of their alone time before the drunkenness kicked in and the rest of the boys began to bug them. There was a comfortable silence for awhile as Kurt watched the Warblers begin to intoxicate themselves, and listen to the steady thudding of his boyfriend's heartbeat. Then Blaine spoke, his voice vibrating through Kurt lightly. "Hey, I never told you how amazing you were at Nationals."

Kurt sat up, turning to smile at Blaine. "So were you," he murmured. "Your songs were incredible, Blaine."

Blaine's smile in response left Kurt feeling weak; his next words more so. "So, we should probably talk about what nearly happened when we were celebrating."

Kurt nodded, still staring into his boyfriend's eyes. There was a moment of silence as Blaine reached out to take his hands, and Kurt saw him swallow nervously. "Kurt... I -"

"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!"

Blaine groaned, shaking his head roughly as the chant started up on the other side of the room. Sighing, Kurt turned to see Jeff being fed a glass of some toxic-looking substance, David pouring the drink into his mouth from where he was balancing precariously on a chair. Jeff finished his mouthful and raised a fist in the air before pulling Nick in to meet him in a messy kiss. "Well, that's something to remember," Blaine commented idly from beside him and Kurt nodded in agreement. Up to this point, Nick and Jeff had been too shy to admit their feelings to each other, and Kurt knew if they remembered the events tomorrow morning, there would be a fairly awkward conversation to be had. And if they didn't remember, Kurt was sure he could easily remind them.

And as the night went on, things only got worse. Somehow, one of the drunken boys got it into their head that Spin the Bottle was the best game to play at an all-guys school where the straight to gay ratio was firmly in the favour of the former. Kurt pulled out his iPhone at this point, taking videos while Blaine covered the photography. He knew Wes would cringe the next morning to find that he had managed to kiss David, Cameron, Trent and Nick all in one night - for that matter, so would Wes's girlfriend, Jessica.

Cameron voted for Seven Minutes in Heaven, something which Blaine quickly vetoed, making up some kind of elaborate excuse that none of the boys could follow, much less argue with. Andrew had already passed out in the corner and Richard and Ethan were drawing on his face with permanent marker, giggling to themselves as they did.

Slowly, the boys began to follow Andrew's lead. Nick and Jeff were slumped together on a couch, their legs tangled and arms around each other's waists. Kurt snapped a few photos of them for evidence - he was truly looking forward to the Facebook uploads once the boys were sober again. Wes was the last to pass out, stumbling over towards Kurt and Blaine and tripping over David in the process.

"Hey... hey guysh," he mumbled, sitting on the ground by Kurt's legs who looked down on him with amusement. "You're the reason we're th - throwing this party. You guys rooooock!"

Wes stared up at them for a few more seconds, grinning goofily, before slumping sideways and joining the rest of the drunken Warblers in oblivion.

"Well, thank goodness for that," Kurt remarked dryly. "I thought he was going to throw up on my shoes for a moment there and he would have received the bill for dry cleaning."

"You can dry clean shoes?"

Kurt shook his head, turning to his boyfriend. "You have a lot to learn, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine frowned slightly. "I have to ask, why do you call me that?"

"Oh, right." Kurt ducked his head, blushing slightly. "It's silly, really. Just, when we met, we didn't do last names. I put mine into your phone, but you didn't. And I already had a Blaine in there - some second cousin or something - so after awhile I just put you in as 'Blaine Warbler.' And it stuck in my mind, even after I found out it was Anderson."

Blaine shook his head fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Even though Kurt had already heard and said the words quite a few times now - the first time being after their first run through of their duet, with tears running down both of their faces - they never stopped making him feel like he was the most important person in the world at that particular time, at least in Blaine's eyes.

Blaine smiled, reaching out to take his hands. Kurt ran his thumbs over the back of Blaine's hands, taking in the sight of how well they fit together, before looking up to see his boyfriend's eyes gazing back at him.

"About Nationals," Blaine began, and Kurt was amazed to hear that his voice actually shook a little. "I think you know what I wanted to do. And maybe it's a good thing I didn't, because now I can actually make sure that that's what you want too."

Could he be any more perfect? Kurt shook his head, trying to keep his face from splitting from the force of his smile. "It is."

Blaine stared at him for another few seconds, before slowly leaning in to close the gap. Kurt's mind immediately flew into a panic; wait, you've never done this before, well, you have but not properly, what if you do it wrong, what if -

And then Blaine's lips were against his, and Kurt's mind shut off from its frantic tirade, immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations that were overcoming him. All he could do was respond, kissing back in a way he didn't know he even knew how to do, and pouring everything into the kiss, into Blaine, into them.

Blaine was the one to break away, gently pulling back but keeping their faces close. Kurt's eyes opened - when did they even close? - and he simply stared at his boyfriend, wondering how he had gotten so lucky. He kept the contact for a few seconds before something occurred to him, and he let out a snigger before he could help himself. Blaine frowned. "What's funny?"

"I just never imagined our first kiss would be surrounded by the rest of the Warblers who had gotten completely wasted and passed out on the floor."

Blaine's expression changed instantly. "Oh crap, I didn't even think of that. Did I ruin it?"

Kurt leant in, kissing him quickly before replying. "Blaine, you wouldn't have been the one to ruin it anyway. It was you I was kissing after all. But no, of course it didn't. It was still perfect." And of course that was ridiculously cliche, and Kurt ducked his head the second he had said it, blushing. But Blaine's hand was under his chin immediately, lifting Kurt's head to recapture his lips. As Kurt melted into the kiss, he couldn't help but feel that being a romantic worked in his favor sometimes.

Oh, and that the Warblers were going to have hellish hangovers the next morning. And he couldn't wait to see the outcome of the previous night. But all of those thoughts could wait, because right now everything was Blaine, and everything was perfect.

... really? I'm waiting for the day I don't finish a story with some line about things being perfect or whatever. I think I need to start finishing my stories in Glee style; a romantic moment and then start randomly talking about someone doing something else in another school.

MusicalEscape:

"Agent 3, this is agent 6. Warbler Blaine is gazing at new boy with intense like. Operation Push, stat."

Later that day...

"YOU TOLD NICK TO SHOVE KURT INTO ME?"

"Maybe..."

Nick and Jeff were found crammed into the Drama Cabinet of Props. (Blaine was admired for being able to fit the two troublemakers into a cabinet)