Sober
Summary: Whenever Kurt is drunk, Mike is all over him. When sober, they barely speak. Kurt uses one striking performance in Glee to change everything.
Warnings: Mentions of male x male interactions, but nothing too heavy
AU: Kurt never went to Dalton . No Mike/Tina
Setting: 2x14
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang
Kurt wrinkled his nose at the smell of the small glass Santana had just shoved in his hand. He didn't know much about alcohol, other than that tequila was good, but he knew that something that smelled so deathly should never be ingested. But the New Directions were in a circle, all jovial with each other, holding a shot glass filled with cheap vodka. On the count of three, everybody raised their glasses to their lips and let the aerosol-smelling substance sizzle down their throats. Those who weren't seasoned drinkers (Kurt, Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, Lauren and Artie) almost gagged at how vile the vodka was, but the others smiled and relished the immediate buzz that the drink afforded them. Of course, they had already consumed a copious amount of alcohol, enough so that every single member was completely and utterly drunk.
"Is everybody having fun?" Rachel shouted, even though everybody was pretty much right next to her.
The whole group cheered, buzzed by the very feeling of letting go of all of their inhibitions and letting their respective subconscious do the piloting for them. It was very unnerving yet exciting at the same time.
Mercedes danced over to the couch, letting out a loud belch which had the boys impressed, bar Kurt and Mike, and the girls wondering how much more of that they could cope with. Rachel looked particularly distressed.
Disco Inferno began playing overhead and the dozen plus one teenagers reverted back into party mode. Brittany began twerking and Santana started slapping her ass. Kurt smirked as he realised that their drunken states allowed them to act on their feelings for each other in a way that their sober hearts could never quite quantify.
Speaking of, Kurt felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves around his waist. They felt oddly masculine, a feeling that Kurt was not used to. Sure, Puck used to do the same thing when lifting him into the dumpsters, but this time it was a little different. The hands were willingly coiled around him and…suddenly lips were at his neck, warm and soft and peppering kisses everywhere they could reach. Kurt internally began to flap. Mystery lips and possibly his first willing kiss with a boy. But nobody else in the New Directions was gay. Sam had been a complete misfire of Kurt's gaydar and as the latter turned, he was shocked.
"Mike?"
Mike said nothing, claiming Kurt's lips for a heated kiss. Kurt was left helpless. All he could do was kiss back. He wanted to kiss Mike back, very much. The Asian boy was a tad short of perfect and Kurt could do worse for his first kiss with a boy.
"You're so fucking hot, Kurt. I've wanted you ever since freshman year, but I've never been brave enough to be like you."
Kurt's hand coiled around Mike's broad shoulder. "You could've said something to me. I've been on my own for so long."
"I know!" Mike wailed, regret washing over him. "Matt said I should've talked to you about it, too. I'm just not very good with words, as you can probably tell. I don't speak very much in Glee for a reason. I much prefer observing. I'm pretty good at it."
Kurt leaned in closer to the boy, head still reeling from his newest experience. "So now that you've got some liquid courage inside you, what do you want to say to me?" Kurt was rather enjoying the freedom that the alcohol afforded him. He did worry that Mike would say something he would later regret when sober. As Santana had explained to him earlier, that was half the fun. Making a dick out of yourself was all in good fun and people laughed it off afterwards.
Mike sucked on a particularly sweet spot on Kurt's neck, making the pale boy bit his lip. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as Mike let go, leaving a dreaded hickey. Kurt was nowhere near equipped to deal with that. He would talk to Britt about covering them, he decided. "You're everything, Kurt. Everything I think about. The way you look, how you speak, how you dance, fuck those hips." Mike's hands flew to Kurt's hips and pulled Kurt closer to him, so that their groins were rubbing together. Kurt hissed at the sweet friction, suddenly forgetting that there were eleven other people in the room.
"Mike…"
"Don't say anything. I don't want to hear the rejection."
Kurt smirked and ran his tongue along Mike's earlobe. "Who said I was rejecting you?"
And he wasn't. Kurt was all about opening himself up to new experiences. Literally.
"But you're so much more than I could ever be. You deserve someone more on your level. I can't even sing."
Kurt raised an eyebrow pointedly. "We all know that's not true. You may be observant, but so am I. You butchered that duet with Tina to make her look like a better singer. I'm not quite sure why, because you two have never even spoken in Glee before, but I noticed. You actually have a lovely voice, Mike. I was excited when you claimed the lead in Rocky Horror. I wanted everyone to hear the true Mike Chang."
Mike pulled Kurt onto the couch, where Quinn stared smiling at them both. Kurt had his back to her, nuzzling his face into Mike's neck. "You've never heard me sing before."
Kurt tutted. "Not true. I have a wonderful musical ear. I can discern voices from each other when we're singing together. I hear you rather clearly, Mike. You sound lovely."
He blushed. "Nothing like you."
"No," Kurt admitted, "but it wouldn't sound right if you did. A person's musical voice says a lot about who they are as a person. Rachel commands attention with her voice, much like her personality. My voice is high and regal, much like me."
"You're not high," Mike blinked rapidly, "but I might be."
"Michael Chang, have you been doing drugs?"
"Not at all," Mike gave a mock salute, "but what's the alcohol version of high?"
"Drunk, sweetie. And, yes, you're very drunk."
Kurt manoeuvred himself so that he was straddling Mike and they began to make out, passionately and firmly, heat dancing behind their eyes. Mike grabbed handfuls of Kurt's ass and Kurt felt himself stirring in his pants. That would not be a good situation, at all.
And that was all Kurt remembered.
Carefully closing his locker door the next morning, Santana strutted up to him, hangover free.
"Hey, Hickey Mouse. You and Chang do enough making out last night or is there a continuation I can sell tickets for?"
Kurt rolled his eyes until it hurt too much. "No, Santana. Yes, Mike and I kissed a bit last night, but I blame it on the alcohol."
"According to Q, he's totally into you," she smirked.
Kurt blushed slightly but shook his head. Lightly, of course. He hadn't realised how many muscles he used just by performing his daily head movements. "I doubt it. I've heard of a lot of guys going gay under the influence of alcohol."
In reality, Kurt was flipping about regarding the whole debacle. Oh my God, he likes me. He's going to hold my hand and sit with me in Glee Club. I'm going to have a boyfriend before college. I never thought this would happen. Naturally, Kurt's inherent anxiety prevented him from fully addressing those rampant thoughts of Mike Chang. Things like that never happened to him.
In Glee, Santana had coordinated it so Mike entered last, the only spare seat being next to Kurt. Mike looked affronted at the thought of sitting with Kurt and the pale boy noticed.
"Hi," he whispered as Mike sat down.
Mike regarded him coolly with a nod. "Kurt."
As Mike chatted easily with Sam, Kurt texted Santana.
Thought you said he liked me?
Santana rolled her eyes reading the text. Calm down, Prancy. Bring the subject up again after this Glee meeting. Also, loving the scarf. Bold fashion choice for a warm spring day, isn't it?
I'm all about bold fashion choices, Kurt texted back. Plus, I ran out of concealer.
She smirked. That's not gay at all.
Bite me, Lopez.
On your neck?
I hate you.
They stopped texting due to Mr. Schuester commanding their attention, surprising them all with a free rehearsal session. Kurt's theory revolved around their instructor being caught up in Emma Pillsbury drama too much to teach them much of anything or even set a weekly assignment. Kurt took the opportunity to talk to Mike while Sam was conveniently roped into a conversation with Santana.
"How's your hangover?" Kurt decided to start with. That way, he could detect whether Mike actually remembered anything from the previous night.
"Not too bad," Mike said slowly, "yours?"
"Making me want to never drink again."
Mike nodded. "I know the feeling."
Kurt was bored with the theatrics, for once, and decided to just go for it. "Do you remember last night?"
Mike nodded again.
"So…what? One minute you're all over me and the next we can't even hold a conversation with awkward tension? Is that how it's going to be?"
Mike said nothing, awkwardly looking at his hands, which were on his knees.
"Okay…I understand. You just wanted to make out with someone last night and the girls said no. So you chose me. Easy pickings I guess, am I right?"
"It's not like that," Mike forced out.
"Oh, please enlighten me. What is it like? Because you've got me all kinds of confused. I liked what we did last night. A lot. But I can't handle secret kisses and stoic glances."
Again, Mike was silent.
"I understand silence, Mike. I'll see you tomorrow."
Kurt stood up abruptly, making everyone look at him curiously and then at Mike. They had all seen what had transpired during the party, but nobody had commented on it apart from Santana.
"Mr. Schuester, I would appreciate the opportunity to leave early to complete some extra credit assignments since there is no official assignment."
Will nodded. "Of course, Kurt. That stands for the rest of you, as well. See you tomorrow."
"Bye, Mr. Schue."
Kurt felt tears smart in his eyes as he stormed down the hallway and out towards his car, thankfully not running across any jocks in his path. Mike's cold indifference was hurtful, even if it wasn't intentional. Thinking again, Kurt wondered how it could have been accidental. Mike chose to act like that and Kurt would show him what he was missing the only way he knew how. With a song.
Will rubbed his hands together. "Before we begin rehearsing for Regionals, one of our own has a song in his heart. Give it up for Kurt!"
Kurt coughed. "I have a message to send. I'm not going to bother with clarification because you'll all know the obvious meaning by the end, but I just hope everyone is paying attention. Brittany, Quinn, Santana?"
The Unholy Trinity stepped down from their seats to accompany Kurt in his rare acapella performance as their voices began the intro to his song. Kurt steeled himself and began to sing directly to Mike, not creating any false pretences with his eyes or his expression. He hoped that Mike would get the message.
We fall for each other at the wrong time
Only for a moment, but I don't mind
Kurt half wished that he hadn't chosen to attack Mike through song and just use his words, but something told him that his message would be better received through lyrics.
Guess I don't know where to draw the line, the line, the line
And we'll play the same game every night
Up in the clouds
Yeah, you know how to make me want you
When we come down
Oh I know, yeah I know, it's over
Kurt let a smile stretch across his face, lost in the spirit of his performance.
You don't know how to love me when you're sober
When the bottle's done you pull me closer
And you're saying all the things that you're supposed to
But you don't know how to love me when you're sober
Why is it so different when we wake up?
Same lips, same kiss, but not the same touch
Don't you know that you do it just enough, but not enough
But I know what's next, and I want so much
Up in the clouds
Yeah, you know how to make me want you
When we come down
Oh I know, yeah I know, it's over
You don't know how to love me when you're sober
When the bottle's done you pull me closer
And you're saying all the things that you're supposed to
But you don't know how to love me when you're sober
I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should
But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good
I know I should leave, I know I should, should, should
But your love's too good, your love's too good, good, good
Yeah!
You don't know how to love me when you're sober
When the bottle's done you pull me closer
And you're saying all the things that you're supposed to
But you don't know how to love me when you're sober
You've got a hold on me
You're like a wasted dream
I gave you everything
But you don't know how to love me when you're sober
The applause echoed throughout the room. As the girls sat down, Mike stood up.
"I understand what you were trying to say, Kurt. I guess I needed that. I won't hold back anymore."
"You…you won't?" Kurt stammered, vaguely aware of Santana mouthing 'Be vicious' at the back of the room.
Mike shook his head. "Look, I was a dick to you yesterday. But everything I told you at Rachel's party was true. I've been into you for so long and I realise now that I shouldn't let fear get in the way of that. I dance in front of people at competitions and put myself on the line every time I do. So why couldn't I do it for you, someone so special who deserves so much more than I can give?"
Kurt blushed. "Mike…"
Mike didn't let Kurt say anything else, striding across the room to take Kurt's face in his hands and kiss him firmly for everyone to see. Mr. Schuester shrank back, shocked by the events that had transpired. He had guessed that Kurt's song was about Finn, but apparently had been missing things…
Wait a minute.
"Were you guys drinking?"
Author's Note: The song was Sober by Selena Gomez from her studio album, Revival which is surprisingly brilliant!