A/N: Thanks for following this story. I swear you guys gave me the energy to write this even if i'm tired and sweating and it's 36 degrees Celcius outside and I can laze around reading klaine and Huntbastian fanfics or watch something on TV and wait for Glee to come.

But because I love you guys..eh why not?

So I present to you...chapter 2. Please also check out my friend's fanfic called "Spin/Strip the Bottle". Forgive her if you don't like her smut. But I think she can still improve. Her username is nonametothinkof.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

"Please?"

"For the 11th time time, no."

mercedes sighed. Here we go again. She'd been trying to convince Kurt to go to the party. What was so wrong with having a little fun? It was once in a lifetime they get invited to parties like this. They're dorks, geeks, lowest of the low. They were losers. They knew it. So passing up a chance to go to a high school party where they were actually invited, was clearly not in Mercedes' comprehension.

"Give me one reason why you shouldn't go," she said. She crossed her arms with with a lifted a lifted eyebrow- a diva trait she had adapted from Kurt to go with her "bitch, please" look.

Kurt opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off,

"Aside from booz and the fact it's from dusk to dawn. And that this is the first party you've been invited to go since the 6th grade." She put her hands on his shoulders. "What have you got left to lose."

My dignity, he thought. But she was right. And if there were guys who would try to beat him up, Finn would protect him, right? They were almost brothers. They even moved to a new house with the Hudsons. Maybe just one night...

"Okay, I'll go."

Mercedes' squealed and tackled him.

"Oh one condition, I get to pick your outfit."

"Don't you mean costume."

"Oh my God..."

Mercedes grabbed his hand and dragged him to his wardrobe.

The day after Blaine the Warbler Council's invitation, David found said boy in front of his mirror, clothes scattered on the bed. Okay, maybe he was a little too excited.

"Why hello there, Mr. "I'm-perfectly-happy-by-myself"."

Blaine jumped at the noise. He shot a glare at his friend. "It's your idea to frag me into this party." David snorted.

"You said yes." He rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"Okay, I admit it. I'm a little nervous." Underneath all the confident perfect-boy facade, Blaine was shy.

David raised an eyebrow. "You do know it's a costume party, right?" David rubbed his neck in discomfort.

Blaine shot him a daring look to see if he's joking- which, he's not- and was successfully disintegrating David with his apocalyptic stare. The one that said: it's probably the end of the world, or maybe just yours.

He knew how hard it was for Blaine to open himself up to strangers. Heck, it took amost 5 months to get him to speak. And of all the things he had in common with them, it had to be the fact he was a Potterhead. A major Potterhead. But they only found that out the summer after their sophomore year. Which was last summer.

And who would forget Blaine's traumatic experience of coming out?

David doesn't blame him for freaking out. But he has to learn not everyone will hate him for being himself.

He sat on the bed next to Blaine to calm him before he goes on a full blown anxiety attack.

"Look on the bright side. It's a costume party. No one will know who you are. No one will judge; you're around us, remember? So relax. But if you want to back out, we won't mind."

Blaine took a deep breath and sighed. He blinked and looked at the boys in the mirror.

"I'm going."

David smiled and left the room.

Courage.