A/N: Again I don't encourage underage drinking and/or drugs. And a big thanks to the peeps who reviewed this story! Reviews make me want to update faster. Thanks! :) Keep 'em coming.

Disclaimer: I also don't own anything to Glee.

By the time midnight rolled around, people were sparsely placed about. Mercedes was holding Rachel's hair back as she vomited in Mrs. Puckerman's garden. Tina and Mike never returned from inside. God knows what they were doing. Kurt was still in the pool while piggy backing Blaine on his back, as Blaine butchered the song 'Raise Your Glass'. Not that it mattered, everyone in the pool (Quinn and Sam) were laughing and singing along. Brittany was also in the pool, except passed out on an air mattress. Most of the alcohol was gone. All that was left was half a bottle of tequila and a dozen coolers, but Artie and Lauren took it upon themselves to polish those off. Finn, Santana and Puck were seen leaving the backyard a couple hours ago but no one really knew where they went. Wes and David announced a while back they were headed inside to play video games.

Sam swam over to a floating Brittany and dragged her off the mattress. He held her under his arm as best as he could as he swam back to the shallow end. He sat her upright on the steps. He and Quinn splashed water on her face trying to wake her up. Quinn shook her shoulders gently.

"Come on Britt," *hic* "Wake the eff up." Quinn spurted out.

Brittany's eyes started to open slowly. Sam snapped his fingers in front of face. "Ready to go inside? Ready to use those legs?"

Brittany aimlessly nodded. Sam pulled her up and helped her walk towards the house. He himself had trouble keeping his jelly legs straight.

Additionally, Quinn walked out and made her way over to Artie. She had hoped there was at least one more cooler for her. Blaine spun himself around so he was straddling his boyfriend. Kurt was holding him up. His arms wrapped under his legs. Kurt dipped down so only their heads and shoulders were sticking out of the water.

"Hi." Blaine beamed as his drunken gaze met his boyfriend's eyes.

"Hi you." Kurt said as he kissed his nose.

"How're ya feelin'?"

"Mmmm, pre'ee nice." Kurt slurred.

"Pretty nice?" Blaine repeated. "I bet I can make you feel really nice."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at his suggestive response. Blaine winked as he reached his hand under the water and tugged at the waistband strings that held Kurt's shorts up. Kurt eyed him but didn't stop his wandering hand. Kurt allowed him to undo the drawstring. Blaine slipped his hand under the waistband and felt around until he found Kurt's manhood. He grazed it softly, watching Kurt's reaction. Normally, Kurt wasn't much for PDA but they were both drunk. Who cares. Kurt leaned in and placed a sloppy, but sexy deep kiss on Blaine's mouth. Blaine grabbed Kurt under his shorts causing him to moan into the kiss. It wasn't long before Kurt started to grow in Blaine's grasp. Blaine gently started stroking Kurt. Kurt's head flung back as he bucked into Blaine's hand.

"Oh fu- Blaine. Oh god." Kurt cursed quietly through his teeth as his eyes rolled back.

"Shhhh!" Blaine warned trying not to laugh. "We aren't alone just yet."

"Uhmmmm… What are you guys doing?" Mercedes asked as she escorted Rachel into the house.

"Talking! Just talkin 'Cedes!" Kurt said as pushed himself away from Blaine.

"Whatever ya say Boo!" She walked to the house with a nearly passed out Rachel dragging her feet beside her. It was a good thing she probably wouldn't remember this in the morning.

Blaine laughed and trudged through the shallow water towards Kurt as he splashed him.

"Heeeey wha'was that for?" Blaine was still laughing as he wiped his face.

"You're bad, Anderson" Kurt said as he crossed his arms and looked down at his shorts through the water.

"Oh come here." Blaine pulled Kurt toward him and held him tightly. "Hmm.." He looked down. "Seems like there's something between us." He bit his bottom lip and smirked.

"Yeah! I know. Damnit Blaine. This is the second time today. Can't just stay in the pool all night." Kurt tried to act frustrated, but couldn't keep a straight face.

"YO boyfriends!" Lauren walked over and stood on the ledge of the pool. "Open up your mouths!" She was holding a tequila bottle with about a quarter of liquid left in it. Kurt treaded through the water and met her at the side. He didn't think twice to open his mouth as Lauren tipped the bottle down. The alcohol poured from a high height into Kurt's mouth. It burned and tasted terrible. He could only take so much before choking and coughing out what was left in his mouth he couldn't finish. "Yeeaaaah 'atta boy Kurt! Come on Warbler. Finish this bitch." Lauren said excitedly. She handed Blaine the bottle. He stepped closer to her, taking the bottle from her hands. He examined it carefully. Kurt and Lauren watched.

"Fuck, I hate this shit." Blaine conveyed before squeezing his eyes shut. He put the bottle to his lips and lifted the bottom up. The golden liquid filled his mouth. He hesitantly held the booze in his mouth for a minute prior to swallowing it. Kurt and Lauren clapped from the sidelines as Blaine polished off what was left, which luckily for him, wasn't much. He dropped the bottle into the pool before splashing water on his face. "Ugh." He coughed. "No more. I'm done."

"Come on babe," Kurt took his hand. "Let's go inside." They both stumbled up the steps of the pool. Kurt swiped two towels off a chair and threw one to Blaine. Kurt wrapped his towel around his waist and tucked the top corner in, making an attempt to cover up his second issue of the night. Luckily, that last swig of tequila he took helped calm things down. They made their way out of the back yard and to the front of the house, leaning on each other for support. Quinn, Artie and Lauren followed. As the five of them walked past the garage, a familiar scent filled their noses. They noticed the garage door was opened a couple inches off the ground and steam or smoke or some other grey fog filtered from under the opening.

Artie knocked on the garage door. "What the hell are you guys doing in there?"

Without warning, the garage door started to open as a strong smelling odor billowed out. Kurt and Blaine, now sitting on the front steps trying not to pass out, watched as Santana, Finn, Sam and Puckerman were all in a fit of laughter. Artie wheeled himself in as he urged Finn to pass him the joint. Lauren didn't hesitate to do the same.

"God, how long have you guys been in there for?" Quinn asked as she waved her hand in front of her face trying to get rid of the smoke.

"I don't even know. Forever maybe?" Santana looked to Puck and asked.

"Couple hours." Puck answered.

"Ew. I'm going inside. I've fried enough brain cells today." Quinn entered the house.

"Boys?" Puckerman offered a joint to Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt shook his head and denied. Blaine slowly stood up, helping Kurt up with him. "Thanks, but not now. Kinda just tryin' to find a place to sleep." Blaine replied as he hung onto Kurt's arm.

"Blaine you dapper-fuck, you're a good guy." Puck walked over and put his arm around Lauren.

"Thanks…I think?" was Blaine's response as he opened the door and entered the house.

"Oh! Hey if you guys are gonna bang, stay outta my room." Puck warned as he eyed Lauren. "I've got plans for that room later!"

The two boys, who were still only in their swimming shorts and towels, left wet footprints and drips wherever they went. Blaine wrapped his towel around his shoulders trying to keep warm, while Kurt kept his around his waist. Blaine lead the way downstairs as Kurt stumbled down behind him. He lost his footing and crashed into Blaine.

Blaine chaotically laughed as he caught and held onto his intoxicated boyfriend. His laughter was contagious as Kurt followed suit ignoring his twisted ankle. "Shhhhh!" Kurt hissed. "The people I think are sleeping maybe.."

Blaine continued laughing. "Who the people?" He covered his mouth with his hand trying not to laugh so loud. They took a few more steps down the stairs.

"The people the s-s-sleeping that are are here around…" Kurt slurred. He wasn't making much sense. "We need the adventure to find our bags."

Blaine didn't understand but nodded anyways. Kurt took the lead as he got to the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. Blaine hung onto Kurt's towel at his lower back. Kurt half tip-toed half limped down the hall and peaked around the corner. Brittany was seen snoring on a couch. Quinn and Mercedes were sleepily watching David and Wes engaged in an intense game of Call Of Duty. To Kurt's left was the bathroom. The door was slightly open with the lights on. Blaine moved closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. There, Rachel laid in the bathtub. She was using an oversized towel as a blanket with an inflatable bath pillow under her head. Blaine and Kurt looked at each other trying desperately hard not to laugh. Blaine quietly closed the door after switching off the bathroom lights.

"Take my hand." Kurt whispered to Blaine. "I see the treasures over there." He pointed to Blaine's duffle and his own luggage. Blaine interlocked fingers with Kurt as he was lead out into the living room. As if they thought they were being sneaky and invisible, they were seen immediately.

"Kurtsie!" Mercedes squealed. Wes and David turned their attention away from the TV.

"Hey rockstar, come play some C.O.D with us." David told Blaine.

"Yeah these bastard kids think they are owning us." Wes added.

"No! You shut the fuck up!" David shouted through his Playstation 3 headset. He looked at Blaine. "See?"

"They probably are! You guys suck at that game." Blaine chuckled.

Kurt went over to grab their bags that were beside the couch, stopping half way to receive a hug from Mercedes. She kissed his cheek and asked him to stay with her. He looked over at Blaine who was giving excuses as to why he couldn't help out with the C.O.D battle. "Sorry my 'Cedes.." He gave her a look then nodded his head over to Blaine's whereabouts.

"Ohhhh I see what you did there you horny little thang you.. Mhmm. Go on whiteboy, but expect to fill me in with the details tomorrow." Mercedes approved.

"Hush!" Kurt muttered to his friend. He swung Blaine's bag over his shoulder, and hauled his own luggage back across the room. He turned his head, gave Mercedes a wink and limped back to the hallway. He forgot why he was limping but couldn't walk properly when he tried. Blaine followed him after playfully smacking him on the butt. Kurt turned around and gave him a toothy grin. Blaine took his duffle from Kurt and followed him up the stairs.

"We need to investigate out some sleeping quarters." Kurt announced once he reached the main floor.

"Investigate out?"

"Yes Blaine! Investigate out!" Kurt repeated himself.

Both boys laughed as they knocked on the first closed door they came across. All they could hear was what sounded like animal noises coming from behind the door followed by a angry and muffled, "Occupied!" It was Mike behind that voice.

Silence came from the next door Blaine knocked on. He knocked again to make sure it was safe before slowly turning the doorknob. How they got lucky enough to find the guest bedroom empty was beyond them.

"Yessssss." Blaine hissed as he turned on the light and put down his bag. He made his way over to the bed while tossing his towel off his shoulders and onto the floor. He hopped on the bed and started bouncing up and down on his knees.

Kurt watched him with sneaky smirk on his face. He rolled in his luggage, set it aside and closed to the door behind him. With his back to the door, he felt around the doorknob for a lock.

Please let there be lock, please be a lock. Kurt thought in his head. If there was only a lock this night would be perf- … He heard a clicking noise as he pushed in the centre. Perfect.

A/N: You fellow Klainer's are getting what you want in the next chapter ;)