These will be a collection of ficlets I just make for no reason other than to please myself and hopefully you guys. Some are side fics to my other glee story Sexy Times at McKinley High. Others are just for fun and I will say which are related and which arent. All of these are written on my own.

I do not own glee or its characters. Reviews are loved, guys!

This takes place in their junior or senior year. Side ficlet to STMH

"Oh no, I don't think so."

Kurt had his arms awkwardly crossed in front of him, plump lips curled into a frown. Puck was pouting.

"Aww, come on babe. You're always saying you wanna go out more with me. Let's go to a party together. 'Sides, it's not a McKinley party, it's at one of the colleges. We'll have fun." That endearing smile was almost enough to convince him, but he shook his head again.

"I'm a horrible drunk."

"You don't have to drink!"

"Then what's the point of going to a college party?"

"...We could dance together."

"You hate dancing."

"...They'll have karaoke, maybe?"

"...Just... give me an hour to get ready."

Kurt hurried off downstairs, and Puck did a fist pump, pleased to have persuaded his boyfriend. In truth, it only took Kurt 45 minutes to get ready, and it was well worth it. He came back up with his hair perfectly coiffed, and pushed back. No milk-maid hair today.

He wore an oversized white tee with some little design on it, and a pair of black skinny jeans that looked as if they were painted on him. A pair of short boots and some jewelry finished off the outfit, and he was ready to go.

"It's just a party, you didn't need to get so gussied up for it." Puck snorted, but that dumb smirk on his face gave away how much he liked the outfit. Kurt was adorable, as usual. He'd have to keep an eye on him around all those sexy collegian dudes.

It took Puck around half an hour to get them there in his POS truck, and he parked anywhere he could. There were rowdy teens and young adults everywhere, and you could almost smell the alcohol when you got out of your car. Kurt made a face, the kind that said he was too good to be here, but followed Puck inside anyway.

After only ten minutes Kurt was tired of the party and wanted to go home. He saw a couple guys staring at him, and he wasn't exactly in the mood to be tossed in whatever the college version of a dumpster would be. Maybe a pool?

"Babe, come on. You aren't even trying." Puck chastised him and handed him one of those plastic red cups you always found at parties, and without even looking Kurt could tell it was beer.

"I said I didn't want to drink."

Puck sighed, and made to take the cup back. Kurt pulled away, giving a little smirk and sipping at it. "I guess I'll try to have fun." Apparently that was all his boyfriend wanted to hear, as the man grinned and was going to give him a kiss when he got pulled away by some guy who said he looked like "pong material".

Kurt was left alone, sipping awkwardly on the booze he didn't even want. It wasn't bad, he decided. He'd had beer once or twice before, when he was younger and dumb and wanted to see what it was like to be an 'adult'. He hadn't liked the bitter taste. He still didn't like it very much, but after he finished off two more cups, it was growing on him.

He went over to a keg and got some rowdy drunk prep to fill up his cup again. The guy looked at him with these eyes of scrutiny, and it didn't take long for Kurt to realize he was trying to guess his gender. Rather than saying anything, he just smiled and left the guy going, "Woah, who was that?" to his buddies, who just laughed.

The brunette felt eyes on him again, and he looked around as innocently as he could. Then they met. His hazy, boozed up eyes and some else's sharp brown ones. A man waded through the throngs of intoxicated adults and headed Kurt's way. He was tall, and muscley and tan.

He had short brown hair and two dimples that showed when he grinned at Kurt. He was dressed like a preppy collegian, in a polo shirt and jeans, and gave off this air of coolness that made Kurt walk backwards into a wall. He was stuck now, shyly pressing himself to the wall in a pathetic effort to hide from this cool guy who seemed like he was ready to snatch Kurt up and toss him into a pool.

"Hey."

Was all he said, towering over Kurt with a hand steadying himself on the wall.

"Hi."

Kurt managed to squeak out, cheeks pink. Why did it not feel more threatening? Intimidating? Oh wait. Was this being flirted with? This guy was all smiles and eyelashes, it seemed like a facade, rather than actual flirtation. But now he was talking to him, saying his name was Pete and he was a sophomore. "What's your name, cutie?"

"I'm Kurt, thanks. I uh, don't go here."

A deep laugh.

"I know that for sure, I've never seen you around campus. Too bad, we could've met much sooner."

God, those dimples were cute.

"Love the outfit. It really suits you."

Oh this guy was good. The way to Kurt's heart was through music or fashion. Kurt gave a classic smile and thanked him. Pete's hand went from the wall to the smaller boy's shoulder. "Aren't you cold, though? It seems rather thin. I can almost see your nipples, you know." he chuckled and brushed a finger over one, perking it up.

Kurt jolted and pushed against the wall again, cheeks red. "I didn't expect it to be chilly." he mumbled, unsure of what to say.

Pete smiled again, moving closer. "I could warm you up, if you like." His hand went down and under the shirt, cold against Kurt's waist. "No! I, please, leave me be." he said in a pathetic tone, feeling intimidated now.

"C'mon. I can show you a fun time." The short-haired man leaned in, lips inches away from the smaller boy's neck.

Then as if he was heaven-sent, Puck came up and all but ripped Kurt away, hand tight around his waist. "Babe! This is where you got off to. Come on, lemme introduce you to the guys I just met."

Pete was scowling, those cute dimples gone with his smile. "Hey, wait-" But Puck had already zoomed out of the frat house the party was in, and into his truck. Kurt got in the passenger seat quietly and they drove for five minutes before he piped up.

"I thought you were going to introduce me to somebody."

The mohawked boy flushed, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm not taking you to college parties any more. All the cute dudes flirt with you, and I might lose you to one of them."

Kurt smiled, a smile that was almost teasing.

"You'd never lose me."

the idea for kurt's outfit comes from this: ook. nu/files/lo oks/medium/2 85870_IMG_9661_? 1250029096

just get rid of the spaces. any time i put kurt in an outfit in a fic, i search for an idea first. x3 reviews are loved, as well as ideas for future ficlets? :D