Chapter 58: Party Time

Once the two had the energy, they pulled themselves up onto their feet.

"It's already six thirty." Sam said, looking at his phone. "We need to get cleaned up before everyone gets here."

"Let's go shower." Kurt said.

"Together?" Sam asked.

"Yes, together."

"I think we've had enough fun for now, don't you think?" Sam said, cocking an eyebrow.

"We're only going to shower, Doofus." Kurt said, stripping his clothes off and putting them into the laundry hamper he had in his closet. "We don't have time for shower fun."

"Okay, if you insist." Sam joked.

Kurt tidied up what he could before going into his en suite and starting the water. Sam pulled his pajamas out of his duffel bag and remembered to stow away the small bottle of lube in the bottom of it before zipping it up.

"You coming?" Kurt called from the shower.

"Depends which type of 'coming' you mean." Sam smirked, heading for the bathroom.

"Very funny." Kurt said dryly.

"Why, thank you." Sam said, shucking off his clothes and climbing into the shower with Kurt.

Kurt shook his head.

"Turn around." He said, and Sam obliged. Kurt soaped Sam's back, then reached his hand around to soap Sam's chest.

"I can do that." Sam said, gently taking the cloth from Kurt.

"Okay, good." Kurt began to wash himself off, the two carefully sliding around under the water until both were clean. Sam reached behind Kurt and turned the water off before they carefully stepped out and dried off.

"You need to brush your teeth, Babe." Kurt said, scrubbing his clean at the sink.

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me." Sam pressed behind Kurt as he grabbed his tooth brush from his shaving kit and took the toothpaste Kurt handed to him.

The two rinsed and went to get their pajamas's on. Sam had just tugged on his shirt when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Kurt said, tying his pajama pants. "Make sure we didn't miss anything cleaning up."

Kurt went upstairs to let in their guests as Sam double checked the room, stowing his bags under Kurt's bed before he picked up his phone and began ordering pizza's.


Kurt came back with Tina, Mike, Mercedes and Artie in tow. Mike carried Artie down the stairs as Mercedes lifted his wheelchair.

"Hey guys," Sam said, still on the phone. "Just ordering the pizza's."

"What have you ordered so far?" Tina asked.

"Three meat lovers, two Hawaiian, and three veggie." Sam listed. "Any other requests?"

"Add another Hawaiian, as well as two pepperoni and two plain cheese." Kurt said.

Sam relayed the message.

"Okay, thank you very much. Have a great day." Sam hung up the phone. "It'll be here within the hour."

"Awesome, 'cause I'm starving." Mike said.

DING DONG! DING DONG!

"That's gotta be Puck." Mercedes said, as the doorbell kept ringing. "He's the only one I know that can ring a doorbell that incessantly."

"I got it." Sam said, bouncing up to open the door.

"Thanks, Babe." Kurt called out. "You guys can take a seat."

Kurt ushered his friends over to the couch, and wheeled Artie over.

About three minutes later, Sam came bounding back down the stairs behind Puck and Santana, with Brittany following Sam.

Every one of them had wine coolers in their arms.

"Where do you want these, Porcelain?" Santana said, using Sue Sylvester's nickname for Kurt.

"Bring them over here, Satan." Kurt said, smiling.

"So, where are the pizza's?" Puck asked, setting down the wine coolers.

"On their way." Artie said.

DING DONG!

"It's Quinn or Finn and Rachel." Kurt said, heading up the stairs. Kurt opened the front door. "Or, all three of you."

Quinn stood in front of Rachel and Finn, non too pleased to be near the Jewish girl for some reason.

"Come in, guys." Kurt ushered them in. "Follow me."

Kurt led the three to the basement.

"Okay. Everyone is here, pizza's on it's way, and we got wine coolers." Kurt said. "Let's get this party started!"


Everyone settled into places on the couch or the floor.

"So, how about some music?" Puck said, popping the tops off some wine coolers and distributing them around the room.

"Sure. Any requests?" Kurt said.

"Anything we can sing out to?" Rachel asked, curled up beside Finn on the floor.

"Okay, let me see..." Kurt scrolled through his music.

"Hey, Kurt, is it true you got Karofsky expelled?" Finn asked, making Kurt stop what he was doing. Kurt slowly lifted his eyes and looked over to the bigger boy.

"Yes. He's expelled." Kurt said shortly, returning his attention to his phone.

"So, we don't have to worry about him anymore?" Tina asked.

"Nope." Kurt said, pulling up his playlist. "Here, I think this playlist will work. Who wants to sing first?"

"Which artists do you have there?" Quinn asked.

"A mix. Most are Kelsea Ballerini though." Kurt answered, handing the phone over.

"Nice." Sam said, impressed Kurt liked her, she was one of Sam's favorites.

"Yeah, I think I wanna sing XO by her." Quinn said, pressing the song as she stood up.

You might be sitting there holding my hand

You might be acting like you're my man

While we listen to the cover band,

Thinking you're a rockstar,

Singing my favorite song

Trying to cover up the fact that the girl from your past

Hasn't been here all along

You're still in love with your ex, oh

And I ain't one to be nobody's second best, no

Stop holding onto me when the truth is you can't let go

I think we both know

I'm looking in your eyes and I can see just what you're doing

Baby, I'm the one you're losing, you can't help it

You keep choosing your ex, oh

Well I might be platinum blond, but I ain't dumb

Baby, I see you're here with me, but you ain't moved on

Sitting in the middle of a flame still burning,

Boy, I ain't your match

You can stop all the pretending 'cause when this night's ending

You're still gonna want her back

You're still in love with your ex, oh

And I ain't one to be nobody's second best, no

Stop holding onto me when the truth is you can't let go

I think we both know

I'm looking in your eyes and I can see just what you're doing

Baby, I'm the one you're losing, you can't help it

You keep choosing your ex, oh

You're still in love with your

Yeah, you're still in love with your ex, oh

And I ain't one to be nobody's second best, no

Stop holding onto me when the truth is you can't let go

I think we both know

Yeah, I think we both know

You're still in love with your ex, oh

And I ain't one to be nobody's second best, no

Stop holding onto me when the truth is you can't let go

I think we both know

I'm looking in your eyes and I can see just what you're doing

Baby, I'm the one you're losing, you can't help it

You keep choosing your ex, oh

You're still in love with your ex

You're still in love with your ex

You're still in love with your ex

"Nice, Q!" Kurt cheered. Everyone clapped.

"Okay, pass the phone." Santana said. She scrolled through and stood up, choosing a song.

Go ahead and say what you're gonna say

Give it to me straight, don't sugarcoat it

Go ahead and do what you're gonna do

We're already done, I already know it

So you can take your new blond out to get your drink on

For everyone to see

But you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos

As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know

I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show

And fronting like nothing is wrong

I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl

'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world

That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,

Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong

I wear my pain like stilettos

I ain't staying down, tonight I'm going out

Yeah, even if I have to fake it

A little black dress to cover my mess

So you won't know my heart is breaking

I pull myself together from the fallout of forever

For everyone to see

Oh, you don't get to get to me

I wear my pain like stilettos

As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know

I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show

And fronting like nothing is wrong

I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl

'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world

That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,

Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong

I wear my pain like stilettos

I wear my pain like stilettos

As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know

I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show

And fronting like nothing is wrong

I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl

'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world

That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,

Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong

I wear my pain like stilettos, yeah

I wear my pain like stilettos

"Stillettos?" Sam said. "Not bad, pretty good choice."

Sam turned to Kurt.

"Why don't you sing one?" He asked.

"I guess I could." Kurt took back his phone and looked at the songs, smiling as he chose the perfect one.

Captured my attention, make my heart stop and listen

When you look my way

Blue jeans and a ball cap, thinking that you're all that

And I'm thinking the same

"Oh, boy." Sam said, covering his face that was going red.

You got that something in your eyes, I think about it all the same

If you ever wonder if I wanna make you mine

Yeah, boy

I'm digging what you're doing

Yeah, boy

I'm trying to keep it cool

But you're making it hard, I'm wishing your arms

Were wrapping me up tight

Yeah, boy

You shine and you can't even help it

Yeah, boy

Your eyes could make the moon jealous

And if you wanna know if I wanna be your girl tonight

Yeah, boy

Every song that's playing gets me thinking about you, baby

And the way you roll

So let's put down the drop top, burn a little blacktop

Off of that road

Baby, what we waiting on?

The stars are out, the night is young

If you wanna know if I wanna go and get gone

Yeah, boy

I'm digging what you're doing

Yeah, boy

I'm trying to keep it cool

But you're making it hard, I'm wishing your arms

Were wrapping me up tight

Yeah, boy

You shine and you can't even help it

Yeah, boy

Your eyes could make the moon jealous

And if you wanna know if I wanna be your girl tonight

Yeah, boy

Yeah, boy

I wanna take a little ride with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna spend a little time with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh

Yeah, boy

I wanna take a little ride with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna spend a little time with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh

Yeah, boy

I'm digging what you're doing

Yeah, boy

I'm trying to keep it cool

But you're making it hard, I'm wishing your arms

Were wrapping me up tight

Yeah, boy

You shine and you can't even help it

Yeah, boy

Your eyes could make the moon jealous

And if you wanna know if I wanna be your girl tonight, yeah

Yeah, boy

Yeah, boy

Yeah, boy

I wanna take a little ride with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna spend a little time with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh

Yeah, boy

I wanna take a little ride with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna spend a little time with you

Yeah, boy

I wanna sip a little wine with you, oh

Yeah, boy

"Awww! So sweet!" Brittany said, as Kurt finished his song.

"Yeah, too sweet." Puck said, disgusted. "Way too mushy, Dude."

"Yeah, I'm not in the mood to sing now either." Finn admitted.

"Great, so now what do we do?" Mercedes snipped.

Kurt and Sam shared a brief look.

Operation Trick Puck and Get Him Mad was a go.