A/N: This is where things get a little Klainey. More of that to come in the next chapter though. ALSO.,.,.,, really? No reviews? Is this story truly that bad? Be nice :) PS: I don't condone underage drinking, this was just a fun idea to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except the memories of highschool parties that inspired me to write this fic!
By around 9:00pm, most of the guests were engaged in various drinking games, swimming or splashing about in the hot tub. Puck and Finn were triumphing over their advantage against Sam and Mike in an intense game of Beer Pong while Tina and Artie were the drunken spectators once in a while making their incoherent comments. Brittany and Santana were lost in a heated drunken sloppy make out in the hot tub - Brittany's top was long gone and someone's bathing suit bottoms were floating around in the bubbling water. Quinn was doing shots of some brown liquid alone on the deck while Rachel talked her ear off about something that didn't even make sense. Must have been due to the two and a half wine coolers she had finished. She seemed proud of herself. Lauren, who was next to Quinn kept whining loudly about when there would finally tap the keg. Wes and David were in the pool playing marco polo alone as a tipsy Mercedes paced back and forth voicing her concern about the whereabouts of her best friend Kurt. Considering the three Warblers showed up together she insisted the marco polo players knew where Blaine was. And where Blaine was, Kurt was.
"You two idiots are Blaine's friends." She said to them avoiding getting splashed. "Don't you care where he is?" She continued to walk the perimeter of the pool with a classic red drinking cup in hand.
"Nope. Marco?" David shouted out with his eyes shut and arms extended.
Wes ducked out of David's way. "Polo" He said in a funny voice. "They're around somewhere. I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, do you really want to walk in on something you wished you hadn't?"
David tackled Wes and held him underwater as he struggled underneath him. "Trust me Mercedes, I've walked in on them before and I definitely could have gone on with my life happily without seeing what I saw" Wes popped out of the water and wrestled his friend.
Mercedes rolled her eyes and scoffed. She walked over to where Quinn was. Lauren had finally shut up about the keg and joined in on the shots. "Yo Fabray!" Mercedes hollered with her approach. "Hook a sister up!"
"Gladly" Quinn smiled back. She lined up four shot glasses and started pouring the brown liquor into them without any spills as if she was a professional bar tender. "Come on Rach, just have one. You must be sick of your fruity wine coolers by now. Try some real alcohol. Then you can have your bragging rights." Lauren, Quinn and Mercedes each picked up a shot glass and waited on Rachel. She was hesitant but carefully picked up the shot glass that coincidentally had a gold star on it. She held it up to the other girls' glasses.
"Pinkies out!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Bottoms up!" Lauren replied.
The four girls cheersed (with their pinky fingers out) and swallowed the shots. Mercedes made a sour face like she bit into a lemon but shook it off. Lauren and Quinn had no expression but were eagerly awaiting Rachel's reaction. Rachel slammed down her shot glass coughing and waving her hands in front of her face as if that would help. "What the heck was that? Ughhk. It tastes like burning and everything terrible!" Rachel gagged with her eyes squeezed shut.
The trio of girls laughed. "You haven't met my best friend? His name is Jack. Jack Daniels" Quinn said handing Rachel a cup of cola to wash the taste away.
"Well keep your friend away from me. I'm quite happy with my yummy pink cooler!" Rachel said as she opened up a new cold one.
As the girls continued to take shots, an eruption of cheers and yelling came from the other side of the yard. It seemed that Puck and Finn won the round of Beer Pong but not by a long shot. Their game was close, only winning by two cups. The boys were high fiving and laughing as Mike drank the rest of the beer in the remaining cups. Sam was holding his stomach and burping. "Oh you're not done just yet Sammy E" Puckerman said as he walked over to the blonde and smack him on his back. "Let's tap that keg!" He yelled loud enough for the neighbours to hear.
Mike stood with his hands on the sides of the keg. Finn and Sam were at his side while Puck was holding the spout.
"Are you ready Happy Feet?" Asked Puck excitedly.
"Lift me up!" Mike exclaimed. Sam and Finn grabbed each one of his legs and hoisted him into a hand stand. Mike held up his weight as Puck directed the spout into his mouth and released the valve. Instantly, beer started pouring into Mike's mouth. Everyone, including the girls cheered and clapped. Mike went for a good 30 seconds before kicking his legs down. As he stood back up, a mixture between the blood rushing to his head and all the booze he had consumed that night made him stumble. He almost hit the ground while bumping into Mercedes. Finn caught his balance. It took a moment for Mike to find his words. Suddenly he spit out "Wooo! Party on! Whose next?" Finn laughed still holding him.
Quinn seemingly popped up out of nowhere and claimed she was next. "Come on ladies. Get me up!" Tina and Santana held up her legs and Puck fed her the spout.
Everyone was taking turns on the keg. You could say that just about everybody was wasted as this point. Blaine and Kurt had stayed pretty low-key so far. It wasn't long after everyone started drinking that they wandered off on their own into the house. They first started off in Puckerman's kitchen. Between chatting about their week and catching up, Kurt made himself and Blaine a few different types of martinis; Chocolate, apple and a cosmopolitan. Ok, three cosmopolitans. With their martinis in hand, they gave themselves a self guided tour of Puck's home. The ventured the main level, consisting of a computer room, kitchen, bathroom and fancy living room. After that, they wandered upstairs finding three bedrooms and another bathroom and finally to the basement where Puck's room was,. There was also a bathroom, laundry room and huge spacious t.v room; where everyone's overnight bags were. A few couches, reclining chairs, and spots on the ground had already been claimed by certain people's pillows, sleeping bags or signs. It was clear that Santana claimed the couch as hers and Brittany's with a blunt sign reading, "OURS, bitches xox Santana".
Kurt was feeling tipsy and Blaine was well on his way to being drunk. Either way, they were both feeling pretty good at this point. "Come on Blaine, we should go find the rest of the party." Laughed Kurt.
Blaine was dancing to the music coming from outside. "Kurt just dance with me."
Kurt shook his head trying not to laugh. He grabbed Blaine's hand and attempted to pull him towards the door. Blaine took this opportunity and pulled Kurt harder towards him instead. Blaine started swaying around with Kurt in his arms. "Blaiiiinnnnne" Kurt giggled out while whining.
"Whatever Kurt." Blaine leaned up and gave his a sweet kiss. "I know you can't resist a dance with your boyfriend."
"You're right about that…. In most situations." Kurt teased and kissed his cheek. "But for now, can we just go find our friends?"
Kurt lead the way, hand in hand with Blaine. The exited out the front door and walked around the side of the house towards the gate. Suddenly, Blaine pushed Kurt up against the side of the brick and deeply kissed him. Kurt felt weak at the knees while deepening the kiss and parting Blaine's lips with his tongue. He could taste and smell the alcohol on his breath but didn't mind. Blaine pushed his body as close as he could to Kurt's. He took his hand, intertwined his fingers and pinned his arm up above his head. Kurt took his free hand and ran his fingers roughly through Blaine's curls, pulling every so often. Blaine growled into the kiss. He thrusted himself into Kurt's body. Kurt groaned into the kiss and grinded back.
"Oh god.." Kurt said while taking a breath. "The things you do to me Blaine." Kurt looked down at his swimming shorts. They felt tighter in a certain area. Blaine glanced down at Kurt's growing bulge and bit his bottom lip. He looked back up at Kurt hungrily.
Just then the gate loudly opened. Flying out came Tina giggling. She ran to the house grasping a pair of soaking wet boardshorts. Mike was chasing her while attempting to keep a towel wrapped around his waist. He stumbled into the house after here. It was as if Blaine and Kurt's passionate and compromising position was invisible to them as the two went unnoticed. They both drunkenly laughed. "Come on, let's
go join that party." Blaine said as he took a step back from his boyfriend. "But don't think you got off that easy, I'll be back to finish what I started later." Blaine looked his boyfriend up and down.
Kurt couldn't help but smile. Until he was reminded of his awkward situation in which he had very little time to deal with. Blaine walked to the backyard as Kurt followed closely behind him. They entered through the gate and joined the party. Blaine skipped over to the keg were most people were. "Me next! Me next!" He assured.
"My Kurrrrrrt! Where have you even been?" Mercedes slurred as she ran over to Kurt nearly knocking him over, not to mention spilling her drink on him. Kurt quickly held his hands over his tented shorts as nonchalantly as possible.
"Hey 'Cedes! I've been uhh.. inside. With Blaine." Kurt said walking over to the pool while Mercedes hung off his shoulder. She gave him a look. Thee look. "No, No not like that.. We were checking out the house and stuff. We made drinks.." Kurt quickly added. "Heh.. Come on let's go swimming." As soon as he got close enough he hopped into the shallow end to 'cool himself off'.
"I'll join you in one sec! I'll go get us some drinks!" She said happily before going over to the deck and making some concoction involving lemonade and Malibu. Kurt was watching her from the pool but was distracted by his intoxicated boyfriend's yelling and cheering as he finished his turn on the keg. The guys were high fiving him as Artie handed him something in a shot glass. They cheersed and the two downed the shots like champs. Mercedes returned to the pool and sat on the shallow end steps. She handed Kurt his red cup as well as something clear in a shot glass. Probably vodka. She looked over in the direction Kurt was looking to see what struck his attention. Blaine had taken off his shirt and was twirling it around in the air as everyone laughed and cheered. Kurt laughed quietly and shook his head. "Oh my god. What a goof."
"Looks like you need to catch up!" Mercedes suggested.
"You're damn right I do!" Kurt added before taking his shot and chugging his drink.