Episode 14, Chapter 2:
The next morning, Blaine and Kurt sat at a courtyard table until the school bell rang talking about the spring trends and whether a man-bun was fashion forward or faux pas. Everything would have kept going great if a delivery man hadn't shown up calling Kurt's name.
"A package for Kurt Hummel! Anyone by that name here?" he asked loudly. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other. Blaine shrugged. It wasn't from him. Kurt got up and signed his name.
"Do you know what it is?" he asked the delivery man.
"Nope," he popped the 'p'. "I don't ask questions. Here you go," he gave him a box.
Kurt knew packages. After ordering items online to fill his wardrobe with selections from around the world, he knew it was clothing. Blaine came over to help him open it. Kurt pulled out an exquisite white cowl sweater. He smiled. It was exactly his size. He wondered if he'd started sleep shopping; he knew for some people that happened. Blaine didn't look happy.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked him.
Blaine turned it around in his hands. The other side of the beautiful sweater had a harsh red 'K' drawn on it made from something that looked like blood. He dropped it. It had to be from the same person who gave him the raw cut of meat. There was no doubt now. It must have been a threat. Blaine wanted him to get help. The school, the police, or his mom, Carole, could do something. Kurt told him not to say anything. He could figure it out on his own.
He had an idea of who might have sent him the packages, but he didn't want to believe it. He wasn't about to unload his past on Blaine now, and especially not without knowing for sure if it was really Him.
Rachel only invited her close friends to make her birthday gathering more intimate, but when word got out, some other familiar faces were invited despite their opposing factional loyalties.
Puck brought his newest girl, Lauren Zizes. She was exceptional and completely uninterested in him. When Puck introduced her as his girlfriend upon entry into the party, he was openly shot down by Zizes herself. He tried to whisper converse with her before she ruined his cred, but she had a mind of her own and that's what he liked about her. He'd finally met his match. She toyed with him more than Quinn ever did, and with the depression he was in, he needed someone to distract him. Lauren Zizes was the perfect distraction. It was curious how the two of them had crossed paths in the first place. She wasn't his usual type, and she was far from the obviously pretty blondes he was used to dating.
Santana came with Sam even though Rachel had invited him separately several days ago, and at the time, he had said no. Sometime between then and now, Santana had gotten her grips into him. The small brunette was pretty sure Santana never liked him before, but that must have changed when he was back on the market. It was common knowledge that an Evans on your arm brought instant popularity, and he was still one of the hottest boys in school. Santana was no idiot.
At the start of the party, Burt called his daughter every hour to make sure she was okay. Rachel made sure not to drink so she didn't sound suspicious to her father over the phone. Everybody else around her seemed to have lost all their inhibitions and was getting completely sloshed thanks to Puck, who brought most of the liquor. He claimed he didn't buy it, and instead, he took it from the hotel kitchen cellar where he made friends with a particular waitress on more than one occasion.
After eleven, her father stopped calling and simply hoped she'd be smart and responsible enough not to let her party get out of control. When in doubt, her brother was there. Blaine didn't take it slow though so his boyfriend ended up watching all of them.
Kurt dressed to impress in a sharp pair of black Thomas Engel Hart for Underground Safety Pin pants, a red long-sleeve button down and Gucci Logo Embossed Leather Tie. [Blame it on the Alcohol] Blaine obviously cared a little less, simply wearing his gray Zara Removable Cheviot Blazer and a burgundy red Urban Outfitters BDG Professor Shawl Sweater Cardigan. [Blame it on the Alcohol]
Blaine was a wild dancer. He was having a great time twirling around Tina in a black dress with wide sleeves and what looked like a button-down shirt underneath. [Blame it on the Alcohol] Like him, they were both typically good-natured drunks, even after her accident she was in the best spirits.
From the side of the room, Kurt babysat his boyfriend, who was rocking out to a song playing. Blaine was bound to get himself dizzy in a moment and collapse onto the sofa next to Kurt. His boyfriend knew all he needed to do was wait.
After two hours of drinking Santana was an emotional wreck, crying on Sam's shoulder, who couldn't be more confused as to his part in her sadness. She had on a black and blue Betsey Johnson Jailbird Stripe Thermo Tailfeather dress, Macy's Sweater Project sleeveless cropped faux fur vest, and Steve Madden Timburr boots. [Blame it on the alcohol]
While best friends with Santana, Brittany was her drunken opposite, dancing on a table making everyone watch. She wore Urban Outfitters Square Dots Over the Knee Socks with Tahari Foster Leather Boots and a pink H&M Heart Bolero over a simple tank, tie, and hat. [Blame it on the alcohol] They learned she also liked to wear pink Victoria Secret Push-up bras when she whipped off her shirt entranced with her dancing halfway through the party.
Arriving late was only for people who wanted attention drawn to themselves. Quinn decided to play their game. Dyeing her hair back to its natural blonde and dressing in an Anthropologie Study of Shapes Dress, Levi's Trucker Jacket, and Urban Outfitters Kimchi Blue Linen and Leather Lace-up Boots, she looked like her old self just with shorter hair. [Blame it on the alcohol] Quinn chose to arrive early. The first thing she saw was Sam and Santana walking in together, laced in each other like a twisted pretzel, and later on, making out intensely on the couch like it was a contest they needed to win. She also saw Puck and Lauren argue-lusting after each other. Quinn felt sick, but she would not let them chase her out. Holding her own wasn't easy, but she would never admit defeat.
She found herself becoming allied with Lauren even though she had no intention to. It just turned out that when they were drunk, they were both mean, and in this case, Puck was their mutual target. Puck didn't know what he'd gotten himself into. He danced in his chair in his own world while Lauren and Quinn walked around him spewing fiery insults at his character and their relationships. She needed to blow off some steam, and Puck was plastered enough that he couldn't care either way. Kurt would have stopped her, but it looked like she was handling herself.
Rachel looked virginal in a Vintage JCPenney Mint Green Lace Maxi Dress that could have passed for an 18th century nightgown while Finn went much simpler wearing a JCPenney Ditch Plains Thermal Shirt and GAP Down Vest. [Blame it on the alcohol]
"Blaine! Come sing with me!" Rachel yelled at her brother. He tilted his head back until he could see her, smiling like the goofball he was. He nodded his head, but trying to get off the couch, he practically fell on the floor. Kurt grabbed his middle and had to hug him like a child. Kurt's boyfriend smiled up at him graciously before leaping up and rushing to the stage.
He crossed his legs and tapped his foot to the song that was playing; Kurt was ready to come to Blaine's aid if he needed anything, but the boy was lost in his own world.
Finn sat down next to his brother. This was going to be a long night.
Blaine sang and danced with his sister, but he sang to his boyfriend like nothing was wrong in the world. He didn't realize he was making a fool of himself, but his audience was a majority too drunk to care. Kurt remembered the last time Blaine was like this he was a bit handsy so he hoped things would be better tonight.
After she finished her performance, Rachel threw herself around on the furniture looking desperate for something. Finn watched his girlfriend almost fall asleep a few times before she sat up mechanically and walked to some of her other guests. Rachel completely ignored Finn, or maybe she just didn't see him. He followed behind her just in case. At this point in the night, she believed turning around was too much work, so she had yet to see him.
When Finn finally sat next to her, she awoke like a zombie and grabbed him tight.
"I've been looking for you everywhere! Are you having fun?"
"Yeah loads. You threw a great party, Rachel," he said, and she smiled.
"You know I'd give it up in an instant for you," she said. Finn knew she was completely plastered then. "I would do anything for you—anything!"
"Okay Rachel, I believe you…even though you're only saying that and acting all needy because you're drunk," he brushed her hair back, even though she pouted.
"Let's play Truth or Dare Spin the Bottle!" Rachel yelled peeling herself from Finn. She was going to prove to him just how 'needy' she was.
"There's no such thing. It's one or the other," Tina said laughing.
"Yes, there is and we're going to play. We'll start a brand-new game. So, first person spins the bottle and that person gets to pick whether it's truth or dare and give them a question or task. If they can't come up with a truth or dare to give that person, they have a full lip lock for 30 seconds, and you can't repeat dares ever! Got it?!" Rachel said sitting down, and the circle drew up around her. Quinn couldn't believe Rachel had the nerve to play her game. This game had never been played outside the girls before.
Rachel went first, and luckily, she got Finn. She raised a finger to her lips so he wouldn't say anything. After ten seconds, the two kissed. While that was cheating, it was allowed in her game. Rachel was still reared up and ready to play.
In the progress of the game, 1. Kurt learned that whenever Blaine finally passed out, he would be able to get his boyfriend home as Kurt's first dare was to pick Blaine up bridal-style; it wasn't too hard to do. 2. Santana stripped off her shirt after Puck dared her. She stood up and purposely teased it off her body. Sam looked slightly uncomfortable and gulped down his drink. The last thing he needed was to see his current girlfriend—or maybe fling was a better title—Santana, taking off her clothes for Puck. His ex-friend couldn't help himself stealing the girls Sam was seeing. 3. Sam kissed Brittany, rather than dare her, as payback on Santana, who undoubtedly had a thing for the blonde. He didn't really care if she got upset with him now. He really wanted to get even with Puck, but there was no way he could ever do that.
An important fact to know is that Santana and Brittany always carried very expensive, well-made New York State fake IDs wherever they went. While most bars knew their names, it was a backup plan should they ever get carded. The IDs even had their real names. Quinn knew that if their parents ever found out, they'd kill them, so she worked a simple, yet genius, plan.
All she had to do was take the real ones that said they were only 17 out from their wallets while their purses were left on the table closest to the entrance and, later on, make an anonymous phone call. The grunginess of the basement, Santana appreciated, would turn into a dirty dungeon in her eyes, and she'd blame Rachel for everything. For now, she let them have their fun, because when Quinn was done terrorizing them, she'd find her place back in the high circle.
Everyone went around once before Quinn ever got to spin. While she could think of some good dares to give them, she would be better off if for the length of the game she was invisible. Her fear had been having to answer a truth or do a dare, but Blaine was bad at this game and only dared her to take another shot. She had been the prime candidate to filet alive, but it was all wasted on a drunk Blaine who didn't know better.
When Santana got Quinn, she raised her brows. The blonde froze in shock. The opportunity was too good to let it get away from her. This could be interesting. Quinn asked for the truth. Santana was positive that there was no scandal she could not get out of if that was how Quinn wanted to play.
"Why did you take Sam to this party tonight?"
Santana looked disgusted and unimpressed.
"I just couldn't wait to see the jealous look on your face when you saw me macking on his froggy lips," she spat. Quinn swallowed and leveled her blow.
"I'm just wondering if it doesn't really have to do with you being too scared to make your relationship with Brittany official?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Did you not hear me, right? Or, are you too embarrassed to talk about it?"
"You know what Quinn, you can go to hell, okay? No one wants you here. The only reason you are here right now is because Kurt begged for you to be here," Santana spat venomously. "Isn't that right, Kurt?"
Quinn's pretty hazel eyes zoomed towards Kurt hoping that wouldn't be true, but, of course, it was. Quinn held her tongue wanting to find her voice but giving up. She knocked over the table with drinks on it as she raced out the door. Kurt looked at Blaine just before he chased his friend up the stairs. She spun around to tell him to go back—she didn't want him around right now. He protested, but she pushed back.
Spin the Bottle: Truth or Dare was officially over after Santana stomped away too, not wanting to be in the room anymore.
Brittany kept her head down, looking sad, but not knowing how best to help. Sam put his arm around her and gave her a small smile to cheer her up.
Blaine in his drunken reverie began rubbing circles onto Kurt's back smiling at something in his mind that only he would find funny.
Puck looked more bummed after Quinn left. At least before she'd been harassing him with Lauren, but now he was just getting that from her, and it was annoying as hell.
~A.N. Anyone wondering about these strange packages that Kurt keeps getting? Seem pretty suspicious to me. This chapter had everything I loved from the 'Blame it in the Alcohol' episode. I hope you agree. Let me know!
