Sorry for the wait! I was working on this chapter, when I decided to suddenly change the layout. I'll explain more at the end of the chapter.
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(I don't own Glee or its characters!)
Chapter Five
Blaine nervously fiddled with the clip on his bag as he watched Kurt as his locker. He was hesitant, as it seemed the other boy was having a bad week. He took a deep breath and walked to the locker. Kurt seemed to notice his presence, but he didn't move a muscle. Blaine's heart dropped a bit.
"Kurt, hey!" Blaine said, standing straighter. Kurt simply stared into his locker, his eyes bloodshot. His outfit was different, but the shirt was slightly wrinkled and the shoes didn't seem to have their usual shine. "So, I stopped by your house, and you weren't-"
"I'm sorry," Kurt said, turning towards Blaine. "I was slushied." Blaine's eyes widened, and he looked at Kurt with shock.
"I- I'm-"
"I did more work on the project, if that's what you're worried about." Kurt sounded miserable, but he began to rearrange things in his locker. Blaine raised an eyebrow at the sudden action, but kept quiet for a moment.
"No, no, that's not-"
"Then what is it?" Kurt snapped, slapping the locker shut with a bang. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him. Blaine was taken aback with shock.
"I- it's just- we're kind of friends, don't you think?" Kurt's laugh was cold.
"Friends don't slushie each other," he sneered.
"I don't want to do that! I never did!" Blaine desperately said as Kurt inched away.
"Fine. Whatever. You better tell Santana at that party later, or she'll think-"
Blaine snapped, holding his head in his hands.
"I don't give a damn about what Santana thinks!" Blaine growled. He crossed his arms and took a minute to cool down, trying to avoid whatever look was on Kurt's face. Shock? Fury? Hurt? He didn't want to look.
"Look, I just came to see if you could possibly give me a ride to Quinn's glee party tonight. You seemed like the only one who would," he said. Blaine lowered his voice a bit, making Kurt raise an eyebrow. "My parents 'don't believe' in driving to parties, or drinking at parties. I just need a ride to make them feel safe. They're out of town but can see if I use the car." Blaine sighed. "They know people."
Kurt was quiet for a minute as Blaine stood before him.
"Fine," he finally said. "Be ready by eight or I'm leaving." He began to leave, but stopped in his tracks, groaning. Blaine stopped too, watching Kurt.
"Give me your phone," Kurt said, holding out his hand. Blaine silently did as he was asked and handed it to Kurt. Kurt did something quietly and handed it back to Blaine. The screen showed the contact of "Kurt Hummel" was newly added. "Just… text me your address."
With that, Kurt turned and left.
Kurt sat in front of the house in his car silently. He would usually turn on the radio or connect his music and sing to Wicked or Les Miserables, but this didn't seem like a fitting time. He wanted to get him and Blaine to the party as quickly as possible so he could get some alcohol into his system.
He was never one to drink; he hadn't had his first drink until his dad had given him a sip of beer a few years ago. The beer tasted bad, but when his rich, older aunt gave him a glass of wine at a dinner party, he discovered his preference. He hadn't had much alcohol after that. He knew what it could do, but at this point, he needed something to take the edge off. Something to distract him from the shit in his life.
Blaine rushed out, his hair in its usual half-gel form. He wore a pair of jeans and a striped shirt. For the simplicity of the outfit, Kurt could see that he had tried to dress appropriately.
"Get in," Kurt said through the half-rolled down window. Blaine nodded and sat down in the passenger seat and Kurt began to drive.
The drive to Quinn's house was short and quiet. Nobody said anything, and Blaine looked at his hands the entire time. Something about his body language seemed to show that the boy was nervous, but Kurt didn't care too much. Quinn's house. Socialize. Alcohol.
As they pulled up to the huge house, they noticed right away that there were already a few cars parked. They didn't expect much more; Tina and Mercedes had probably carpooled, along with some of the jocks. Santana and Brittany said they were driving together, and Artie lived nearby, so the number of cars seemed reasonable for the size of the party.
The house before them was huge. Large, elegant windows stretched across the front, and the large front doors were sheltered by a beautiful front porch. Kurt knew that Quinn's parents were loaded, but he never expected to see a house with some of the best architecture in Ohio.
The two got out of the car and walked to the doors, knocking only a few times before Quinn appeared at the door, Finn trailing behind her like a lost puppy. She smiled and opened the door, hugging Finn closer to her.
"Hey boys!" she chirped, giggling. "Help yourself to drinks, they're at the minibar over there." Finn nodded silently at the words.
As soon as Kurt's eyes travelled to the minibar, he noticed Rachel, hair curled and lipstick smudged slightly, taking shots as Puck and Artie laughed and urged her on. She slammed the last glass down onto the bar and laughed, leaping into Artie's lap as he yelled something that sounded like "yeah girl!" as Puck fixed himself some shots.
Kurt made a beeline towards the bar. Puck raised an eyebrow, but handed a plastic red cup to him and nodded.
"You sure, Hummel?" he asked hesitantly. Kurt simply downed the cup that Puck had given him, pulling it away from his lips and narrowing his eyes at the boy in front of him, as if it were an explanation. Puck laughed and nodded, refilling the cup and patting Kurt on the back. Kurt smiled weakly and sipped the newly-refilled cup, shutting his eyes tight.
Blaine knew the party would begin to get bad as soon as Santana began taking shots off of Brittany's body.
He had never seen anyone take more shots in a row than Rachel, and Puck kept refilling everyone's cups. Mercedes and Tina laughed in the corner as they nursed their cups, giggling at every little word someone said.
Blaine, however, had barely touched his drink. He didn't feel like getting positively drunk, but by the time ten o'clock hit, he began taking bigger sips. Maybe a bit of alcohol would help the night go by.
"Let's play spin the bottle!" Rachel said after a while, holding her drink up. "Spin! The! Bottle!"
Everyone cheered at the words, and Puck got an empty wine cooler and brought it to where everyone was forming a circle. Blaine slowly took a seat besides Santana, who had Brittany leaning on her shoulder. Girls are so strange when they are drunk, Blaine thought, looking over the girls in the room. Kurt sat across from him, talking loudly with Rachel and laughing. He didn't seem too drunk, but he was definitely noticeably tipsy.
Puck spun first. The bottle came to a stop on Santana, and everyone laughed and yelled at the two as they leaned in. After a moment, Puck tried to go further, put Santana pushed him back.
"No me gusta!" Santana shouted, and Brittany laughed and pulled her back. Blaine laughed weakly, but instead of leaning towards him, she leaned towards the blonde cheerleader.
Next, Rachel, positively drunk, offered to spin, laughing and leaning on Kurt as she squealed. It seemed to take forever to spin, but eventually slowed and pointed towards a shocked-looking Finn. While regular Quinn would've pulled Finn out of the room by his hair, drunk Quinn only raised an eyebrow as the two kissed in the center. Blaine noticed Kurt squeal as their lips touched, making Rachel smile from her spot in the center. The two pulled away after a moment, and the group cheered.
Quinn was next to spin the bottle, smiling proudly at Finn, who was now settled back at her side. Blaine could tell she missed the nervous glances he kept shooting towards Rachel, who was beaming with delight and now whispering to Kurt, who smiled.
Blaine held his breath as it settled, pointing in his direction. This seemed to get Kurt's attention; he stared at Blaine as he inched towards the center. Quinn, obviously satisfied with not having to kiss someone she didn't approve of, leaned in. Blaine did the same, though it was Quinn who closed the space between them. Her lips touched his, and Blaine had the sudden urge to pull back. Her lips, warm and small, seemed to almost clash with his. It felt as if something shocked his mouth the moment hers touched Blaine's. He felt nothing as he leaned into the kiss, letting Quinn control the way his face moved. After a moment, she pulled back, nodding, and curled back into Finn's side.
Blaine pulled back. He looked back to Kurt, who was raising an eyebrow. Within a minute, everyone had scattered again, seeming to forget the game. Blaine drifted towards the sofa and sat down, sighing. He still had half of the cup left, and the alcohol he had consumed had done nothing to him.
Puck and Artie soon came over and sat around Blaine, sipping out of their own drinks. Finn soon joined them. Blaine was surprised to see that Quinn had separated herself from Finn's side and was now chatting with Tina.
"Hey, bro!" Puck said. He knew that his alcohol tolerance was high, but anyone could tell that he was drunk. "So, Santana's pretty hot, right? So great you're dating her!"
Artie nodded in agreement, taking a large drink out of his cup.
"I'd totally tap that if she were mine. You're lucky you get to," he slurred.
"She's got the best boobs-" Puck started.
"Yeah, we actually haven't-" Blaine tried to say, but Finn continued.
"Lots of girls have good boobs, dude. Quinn, Santana-" he paused for a quick moment. "- Rachel."
The guys laughed and high-fived.
"You should totally hit it. She's shitfaced, man," Finn said. Puck poured the remaining liquid in his cup right into his mouth. Blaine took another small sip.
"If you don't, I totally will." Puck nudged Blaine. He looked in Santana's direction, who was taking shots with Brittany. The two burst into giggles as Quinn poured them more.
The guys continued to talk about which girl had the best boobs, or the most sex appeal. Blaine zoned out. The conversation was boring enough as it was, but soon the girls began gathering in the living room again, laughing and seemingly playing another party game. Mike Chang soon joined the group. Blaine stared as Kurt staggered over, now drinking a wine cooler. He had to admit that this was the most carefree he had seen Kurt in days, but the setting didn't seem right.
"Come play truth or dare with us, boys!" Rachel shouted after a minute. Puck, Artie, and Finn shrugged, walking over to the group and sitting down with them. Blaine sat down last. This time, the empty spot was besides Rachel, who was commanding the group. The game seemed to resume after the new members joined.
"Mercedes," Quinn started, grinning at the girl in front of her. "Truth or dare?" Mercedes laughed, leaning onto Tina, who giggled. Blaine watched Kurt, who was seated besides Mercedes, laugh along with her.
"Truth!" Mercedes squealed. Quinn nodded, tapping her chin as if she were thinking hard. This only made Mercedes giggle more.
"Who do you like?" Quinn asked, holding out the like. A series of "oohs" and "ahs" came from the group.
"What are we, six?" Puck asked, but Quinn ignored him and watched Mercedes.
"Well…" Mercedes started, earning an excited gasp from Kurt. Blaine smirked at the pure energy radiating off of him. "There is this cute new blonde kid," she laughed, sipping from her cup. Kurt clapped and squealed, leaning back and laughing.
"Alright, alright!" Mercedes giggled, pointing at Kurt besides her. "Truth or dare, Hummel?" she joked. Kurt giggled.
"Dare!" he slurred. Rachel clapped excitedly, whispering to Mercedes, who broke into yet another fit of giggles.
She truly is the 'happy girl drunk', Blaine thought, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.
"7 minutes in heaven with whoever the bottle lands on!" she shouted. The group erupted in shouts and claps as Kurt blushed furiously.
Puck handed Mercedes an empty wine cooler. She spun it in the center of the circle of people. Blaine watched it spin, round and round, slowing ever so slightly. Santana seemed to not pay any attention to the bottle; she was whispering something in Brittany's ear, making the blonde cheerleader giggle. Blaine raised an eyebrow, watching the two.
A series of catcalls and shouts brought his attention back to the bottle. It was pointing at him.
"Go on, white boy!" Mercedes said to Kurt. Blaine looked at Kurt, who was blushing even more now. Suddenly, Rachel was grabbing Blaine's arm, leading him down the hall and to a closet. She stumbled to the handle, but once she opened it, shoved him inside, giggling. Kurt was soon, too, pushed gently inside by a drunk Mercedes, who fell onto Rachel and the two laughed.
"Seven minutes, boys," Puck said from behind Rachel, tapping his watch and shutting the door.
Blaine stood in the darkness, staring at the now-closed door. The silence in the closet was gripping him, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. He listened for the group outside. They had seemed to have continued with the game, as Puck was now asking Quinn a 'truth' question.
Blaine heard Kurt sigh from behind him. He turned around to see the taller boy downing the rest of his drink and dropping the cup onto the floor.
"Santana looked real interested in you tonight," Kurt said sarcastically letting his back hit the shelf lining the wall of the closet. He found a scarf on one of the shelves and let out a soft gasp. "This is so perfect, oh-"
"Kurt, what are you-"
"She hangs out with Britt so much. They were making out on the couch earlier," Kurt slurred, laughing at himself as he almost stumbled over his own feet.
"That was a dare, Kurt. Brittany would do anything on a dare-"
"When was the last time you kissed?" Kurt asked suddenly, looking at Blaine. "Santana was known for sleeping around, but you never seem to be near each other." He laughed to himself again. "All the straight guys in the school are basically begging to sleep with her."
"I- I don't know," Blaine confessed. He looked at his feet, barely making out the shapes in the darkness. "Probably a while ago. We've only really kissed once." He sighed, now leaning back on the shelves as well. Kurt seemed to be in his own little bubble.
"Kissing Santana is so weird. And when I kissed Quinn tonight, it was even stranger." He turned to Kurt, who was now looking at him. He was glad Kurt couldn't see the blush now on his face. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
"Oh, yeah, of course!" Kurt said, his speech messy. "I kissed a girl once, and it was just so weird, you know? Then I kissed a guy, and holy shit, I-" he stopped, noticing Blaine. "R' you okay?" he asked stepping closer.
Blaine looked up from his hands. He could now feel the alcohol coursing through him. He hadn't drank nearly as much as Rachel or Kurt, but he could feel it. It gave him a weightless feeling, as if he were floating a few feet off the ground.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Blaine paused, taking a breath. Kurt was giddy from the alcohol he had consumed and was now stumbling and laughing at himself. Blaine smiled softly.
"Have you ever kissed a boy?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked at him. Kurt was standing a foot or so away from him, leaning against the shelves behind them. He looked like he was in his own bubble, yet still (somewhat) focused on Blaine.
"No," Blaine replied honestly. The other boy's blue eyes stared at him through the darkness. They were clear, despite the low lighting. Blaine had always noticed his' eyes. Why? His head was spinning, his heart racing at a million miles per second. He could barely contain his breathing. Kurt looked away, and there was a moment of silence between the two before Kurt turned back to him.
"Do you want to?" he asked slowly.
I split up this chapter to postpone the drama... again. I'm sorry! I can hardly wait but it turned out to be 10 pages on its own, which isn't what I want for this Fanfic.
That being said, next chapter should be out VERY soon! (big plans and all :D)
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