Episode 6, Episode 3:
Sam was only half-dressed in black pants, black cap and a black harness to carry a pair of ginormous spiny wings. He hung by the punch bowl, every few minutes turning down offers to dance. He didn't want to be here, but somehow, he'd been convinced. Even if he was in a good mood, he wouldn't be able to dance on the dancefloor because of the contraption on his back.
Puck meanwhile loved tonight more than most. Deciding that not only Lady Gaga was theatrical, he'd dressed like Starchild from KISS. He'd gotten around the rules, and he liked doing things his way. He found Sam on his second lap around the party.
"What's wrong with you man? Get out and enjoy the party. Santana and Brittany have been looking for you! Something about clues to a prize? Are you playing hunt with Quinn?"
"I guess so. I'm not really interested."
"I wouldn't get her upset if I were you. She's a world crusher, and she looks pretty hot tonight," he said hoping to get a little fire out of Sam, who didn't even respond. "Hey man, what is wrong with you? Are you still worried about your dad?" Sam looked away with a sort of pout. "So what he gets high every once in a while? That's not a big deal. Enjoy the party! You only get one of these a year."
"I can't. Just enjoy the party alright," Sam said stalking off leaving his punch on the table and ignoring Brittany waving at him when he disappeared in the crowd. Puck felt rebuffed, but tonight wasn't about friends, it was about lovers. He kept walking around hoping he'd find someone interesting to take home and show-off his extreme tongue skills.
What was it we said about appearance? Yes, they can be deceiving, but most of the time what you see is what you get.
Blaine wandered before finding Kurt's white wig, which was a pretty good description Rachel gave him. Gaga Kurt was dancing with a skeleton man in a suit. During the next change of music, Blaine swept in; it was his time.
"Hello stranger," Blaine grabbed his waist and started dancing to the slower song that'd just begun to play. Chandler had walked away at some point to talk to some guy dressed in meat so the two could dance the next song.
"Blaine, what are you doing here?"
"I heard a call for a white knight to get off his butt, and it reminded me of something I told you about getting off my butt so you could notice me. Did you have something to do with the post sent to Gossip Girl?"
"I did, but it wasn't for you to come. It was for anyone else," Kurt lifted his chin high so he would seem not as interested in Blaine or this dance, even when he moved his feet and secretly loved the hand on his waist.
"You found him to, but I'm pretty sure I just saved you," Blaine smiled, and Kurt smirked.
"Why did you bail on me in the first place?"
"My friend came back into town, and she's like family. She's has had a crush on me for a year so I wanted to un-complicate that as soon as possible, but it's not so simple. She's here tonight. I'm an idiot about so many things, but I don't want to be one with you."
Kurt felt overwhelmed in the way only Blaine made him when he talked about him and whatever they were. With Blaine, Kurt was beginning to like the idea of calling him his 'boyfriend'. He kissed him before he could say another word.
Kurt checked the time on the wall realizing his song came on next. Blaine's eyes peeled open at a snail's pace still pouting his lips and wanting another. Kurt gave him a quick peck and they both smiled.
"I've got to go."
"I feel like Cinderella's prince. Where are you going?" he laughed.
"I'll be back. I've got to sing," he said matter-of-factly and successfully strutting away. Blaine smiled as he walked away and did his favorite boyband turn. On the spin, he saw someone briefly, and when he halted, he came face-to-face with Tina.
Oh yes, the other part we love about a masquerade when the mask comes off and the truth is finally revealed to all.
"You guys looked really cute together…" she judged the look on his face and felt like an idiot. The getup she wore didn't help her confidence. "I'm sorry I came..."
"Tina, look, we'll always be friends. Nothing in the world is going to change that," he laughed aloud. She did too.
"Yeah, I've got to start trusting that we'll be friends." He hugged her just as the beginning of 'Bad Romance' started with Kurt in the lead with Quinn and her minions singing along.
When it was over, even with the huge performance, Sam didn't seem to be anywhere near the stage. Quinn looked out at the crowd more than once as she posed, too cool to be bothered on the stage, but more vulnerable than she'd ever felt. She had Santana and Brittany find him after the performance while she moped alone in the same place that Sam had hung out a while ago.
"How can Kurt find his prince and my prince not even have a clue I'm even in the building right now?"
"Someone sounds a little jealous again."
"Puck, if you don't have anything nice to say… your makeup makes you look like an idiot by the way," she said staring at him.
"Says you, a lot of the ladies are currently loving my look," he said and flipped his wig.
"They're desperate. Trust me, you are not their preferred glass of anything."
Puck loved her snarky, the meaner she was the hotter. He would have stopped to play a little longer, but he caught sight of a pretty brunette he hadn't seen before. He walked away without saying goodbye. Quinn exhaled angrily. No one was interested in her tonight and she looked amazing. She didn't understand why this was happening to her, but she couldn't allow this to continue. She got onstage again.
Kurt was flirting with Blaine when it started and it took him a while to look to the stage and match the voice with his friend.
"I want your whiskey mouth / All over my blonde south / Red wine, cheap perfume and a filthy pout / Tonight bring all your friends / Because a group does it better / Why river with a pair? / Let's have a full house of leather / Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover / Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover," she sang.
Kurt's eyes widened when he saw her singing. He would have dragged her off the stage because if she was singing a hot Lady Gaga song, she must not have been thinking straight.
"Dirty Pony I can't wait to hose you down / You've got to earn your leather in this part of town / Dirty pearls and a patch for all the Rivington Rebels / Let's raise hell in the streets, drink beer and get into trouble / Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover / Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover . I could be your girl girl girl girl girl girl / But would you love me if I ruled the world world world?"
Sam was literally nowhere to be found. He could have left the party, but Puck was watching and he was very, very interested. With Quinn, he couldn't look away.
"Whip me slap me, punk funk / New York clubbers, bump drunk / Bud lite liquors, bar slam / Move it, this is your jam / Wash the night, with St. J-ameson / Like a baptism, Heavy Metal lovers play / Baby we were born this way," she sang, and rather than the tech voice, her mic echoed her natural voice, and the sound went straight to his groin.
"Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover / Ooh ooh ooh Who who who / Who Who who ooh who who / Who Who Heavy Metal Lover / I could be your girl girl girl girl girl girl / But would you love me if I ruled the world world world? Heavy Metal Lover."
The crowd went crazy when she finished, but she marched off the stage ignoring them. Kurt wanted to get her, but unintentionally, she finished exactly at midnight and suddenly everyone was everywhere like a New Year's party. Blaine took advantage of the feeling to whisk Kurt into a passionate kiss, and he forgot everything else.
The party ended when everyone went home, and it looked like no one was going any time soon. Kurt parted from Blaine to use the bathroom, and beside the moans in a nearby stall, which he ignored, it was safe to use. It was at least until Sam opened a different stall. He didn't have his wings on anymore, and he'd taken off his cap so he was dressed only in black pants.
"Sam, you should be outside. Quinn just performed, and she's been looking all over for you like crazy."
"I don't want Quinn, Kurt. I haven't been honest with you," he stepped very close, and Kurt smelled his breath was more alcohol than oxygen. "I think about you all the time. I think of what we did and how much further we could have gotten and I—"
"Sam, stop! You're not thinking straight!" he yelled at him angrily slapping his hands away from him where they wanted to grip his waist. "Go home, get over me, I love Blaine, okay? And Quinn loves you so please just stop," he said holding him back long enough to run out the door. Kurt couldn't stay any longer than that.
"You sure you want to go. It looks like you've seen a ghost," Blaine asked when Kurt told him he wanted to leave.
"Can we please just go?"
"What about your brother?"
"He'll get home fine," he brushed off his inquiry.
"I was really thinking about my sister," Blaine said, and Kurt felt bad he made it about himself. "I don't want her going home alone with him, you know? I'll just go find her," he went looking for her. Rachel was walking hand in hand with Finn.
"Kurt and I are leaving. Are you ready to go?"
"I can't just go home with Finn? I mean he can drop me off no problem," she insisted.
"I'm pretty sure you didn't tell dad you were going out tonight. I usually cover for you, but I really want you to come back with me. Kurt's getting a car so Finn can go home too."
Back at home, Sam stumbled through the door carrying his wings in his hands. He'd lost his ability to fly five or six drinks ago. He would have gone straight into bed, but his mother and father were waiting for him. April Rhodes was a professional drinker so she usually went to bed before Jeopardy ended, but today she was up, barely, drinking from an old-fashioned glass.
"Sam, you've got some explaining to do," she said seriously. Sam could barely look her in the eye. "You see, a drink never killed nobody, but I was looking for the key to the—to the bookcase and I found a whole bunch of these," she said dangling a matchbox size container of marijuana like Sam had found in his father's things. "This is a no-no. Sam, I don't want to see these in this house. Drugs can be very addictive," she said drinking from her glass. "No more!"
April dropped the package in her son's hands and walked into her bedroom on the first floor because the stairs had gotten dangerous a few years ago. She didn't sleep with Sandy anymore on the second floor, but when asked, she blamed it on her weak ankles.
Sam was drunk, but he knew what was going on, and he couldn't believe his dad. Sandy refused to look him in the eye.
Quinn dodged Santana and Brittany on the dance floor who were fully entertained with each other. She felt like a disappointment. She knew that Santana would rub it in her face before making her feel better, but the first half would feel a lot longer than the second. She felt utterly alone.
Puck found her in the back of the party, failing at being invisible because honestly, she was all he could see.
"Quinn…"
"Puck, please I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't understand how I always get the short end of the stick."
"Quinn..."
"I try so hard to be perfect. I really try!" she started to cry. "And nothing! All this hard work putting together this costume—and for what?"
"Maybe you are setting too high an expectation on a guy who doesn't want you. I know you think you have been in love with Sam for forever, but maybe you are giving yourself up to the wrong guy. Someone else has been around for a long time and thinks you look beautiful."
Quinn never heard him smolder before. She'd heard him flirt to no end, but this was something different. She could feel the feelings behind the words and something in her gave way. She kissed him, and he kissed her back.
The passion blocked her thinking for a minute, but she eventually shook him off. Upset with herself, she rushed out the front entrance to the street and got in the first cab she saw rather than wait for her own car.
~A.N. Be still my heart! We have our first QUICK kiss and I'm here for it. Also another Klaine kiss for all the shippers out there!
