The very first official day at Dalton Academy was what could nicely be described as…eventful. Kurt missed having French class but he managed to get through the day. His first four periods were English, Chemistry, Algebra 2, and US History. They moved relatively easily except that they picked up about two chapters after where McKinley had been when he'd left. He realized very quickly that this school was not like his old one and it wasn't just the classes.
Everything was different. Most of the boys were quiet and respectful. They did homework and got along fine. There was nobody shoving anybody. Nobody was throwing slushies. And most of all, nobody was calling him names. In fact, boys were stopping him in the hall and welcoming him to the school. People were patting his shoulder and being…nice.
Blaine plopped down next to him at lunch. "Why do you look dazed?"
"Huh? Nothing." He looked down at his salad.
"What's next on your guys' schedule?" Jeff said around a mouthful of hamburger so that barely anyone could actually understood what he said.
"Physical Education on the grounds," Blaine said. "And then something called 'Group' afterwards."
Wes swallowed his bite. "'Group' means group therapy. What group number are you?"
Blaine scowled, picking out his schedule from his bag. "Three."
Kurt suddenly felt his spine stiffen.
"Ugh, this is bull—"
"Hey, guys." Thad sat down next to Wes, practically ripping the foil off of his burger. "So—I had an idea."
"That can't end well," Trent muttered under his breath.
"Oh, lighten up. I was thinking—"
"Don't hurt yourself, Thad," Wes laughed.
"Shut it, all of you! A little farther past the swimming pool and the volleyball nets and the fields, there's that old stadium that used to be used for bonding nights."
Everyone at the table exchanged glances. "How many times have you been here, Thad?" Flint asked.
"Enough. Anyway, it's totally abandoned. Nobody ever goes over there anymore but I ditched second period today to go check it out. The fire pit's still there. I think we need to have ourselves a party, gentlemen. I may or may not have the key to the kitchen where I know for certain they keep alcohol to make some of the fancy-schmancy meals."
Kurt bit his lip.
"It's our first day, Thad," Flint said, uncapping his water bottle. "We can't get in trouble so soon."
"So we won't get caught!"
Blaine grinned. "I think it's a great idea."
Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff nodded eagerly.
"A big blow out before we're forced to behave like honorary citizens," Jeff offered, smirking.
Blaine laughed, short and harsh. "They can't force me to behave like the rest of the idiots at this school. I'm not a robot. I don't care that they forced me into this uniform and into these classes or even into therapy, it's not going to make a difference. But, yes… A party sounds like exactly what we need to get the gloom and doom off our shoulders."
Trent glanced at Kurt. "What do you think?" he said quietly.
Suddenly everyone at the table was looking at him. He sighed, dropping his fork. "We're already here. What else can they do to us?"
Blaine rubbed his hands together. "Alright—Thad, you'll handle booze and snacks. Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David, we'll obviously need a fire. Try finding anything on this god-forsaken campus to make that happen. Kurt, Trent, and Flint—"
"No way," Flint said. "I'm not doing this. You guys can do it, but I'm staying out of trouble."
"Trent?" The boy shook his head. "Kurt?"
He glanced at Blaine, biting his lip. "Look, I said I'd go, but—"
"Fine," Blaine interrupted. "I'll handle everything else. Meet at the stadium at 10. Quietly."
-0-
Okay, so admittedly he probably should not have accepted the cup that Blaine offered him. And he probably shouldn't have kept asking for more. And he probably should've realized that the reason it tasted so good and he was so thirsty was because of the alcoholic content.
"Whoa, Kurt, slow down!" Jeff laughed. "If you're too hung-over to go to classes tomorrow, we're dead."
Kurt teetered slightly on his feet. "'m fine. Don't worry 'bout me."
Blaine smiled from across the small campfire, watching Kurt sway and peer into the red, plastic cup.
"'z empty."
"Yeah, it is, Kurt," Thad said. He grabbed the back of Kurt's shirt, yanking him down onto a log next to him. "Sit down before you fall over."
"Wait—I want more. It's empty!"
Chuckling, Blaine stood, walking over and pouring what was left in his cup into Kurt's. "There you go." He sat on the other side of him so the impeccably dressed boy—considering where they were, the time of night, and the company, not that he wasn't always impeccably dressed at other times as well—was squished between him and Thad. "Drink up."
Kurt smiled happily, slurping down the alcohol. "Mm, it's so good, Blaine!"
"Yeah."
"I feel all tingly."
"It's called drunkenness."
Kurt sighed, leaning into him. Blaine stiffed slightly as he lowered his head onto Blaine's shoulder. "I like it. I feel warm…and fuzzy…and…really, really good."
"Let's play Never Have I Ever," Wes said, already on his third drink. "Except for Kurt. I think he could use a time out. Alright, one large sip for everything you've done. Never have I ever…gotten an A."
Kurt attempted a lift of his cup, but frowned when noticing its lack of contents. He turned to Blaine to say something, but Blaine's neck was in the way. Hm…what a nice neck. It smelled really good, too…
David was up. "Never have I ever skinny dipped."
Everyone except for Kurt and David drank.
"Never have I ever," Thad began, "…kissed a dude."
Blaine sipped.
Each eye turned on him.
"Oh, yeah, guys, by the way, I'm gay. Just in case it bothers you or something."
Kurt tried to lift his head again. Oh. Right. He forgot. Neck. "Me too," he managed to slur. "Totally gay. So, so, so gay. That's why that kid was bullying me, see?" He licked along the edge of his glass. "Called me names and stuff, too. What. A. Dick. Blaine, I'm thirsty."
Blaine swallowed tightly. "You're not allowed to have any more, Kurt."
"But, Blaine!" When Blaine didn't respond, Kurt frowned, turning his head even farther into Blaine's neck. His lips were right up against it. He whispered something into Blaine's neck.
Blaine swallowed tightly. "Kurt."
More whispering. And kissing. And—oh, shit.
"Yeah, that's enough." He shoved Kurt away and into Thad as he wiped off the saliva from Kurt's tongue that was currently on his neck. "You've had enough to drink. Somebody give him a water bottle."
"Blaine, you never did tell us why you were here," Nick said, swirling his drink—which he had taken all of two sips of—in his cup.
"Beat a kid up, remember?"
"But…why?"
Blaine stared at the dirt in front of the fire. He opened his mouth, appearing like he might speak, but then it closed just as quickly. "Look, if it's alright with you, I don't want to talk about it, okay? So, the subject is dropped and it's my turn. Never have I ever—"
-0-
When Blaine managed to get Kurt back to his dorm room, it was past midnight. He had to keep his hand over Kurt's mouth the whole time because the boy was babbling incessantly, but nobody else was willing to take him up. Frankly, he hadn't wanted to, but the way the drunken boy was talking and moving and…breathing was setting him on edge and he needed him gone.
Kurt leaned against his dorm room door as Blaine searched him for the key.
"So, I think we should make out," Kurt said, watching him evenly.
"Let me know how that idea works out for you, yeah?" Blaine made a triumphant noise as he found the key and opened the door, dragging Kurt to his bed. "Now," he said as shoved Kurt onto the mattress, "stay quiet and go to sleep."
"Wait."
"What?"
Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair, smiling at the feel of the curls around his fingers. "I like your curly hair. I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed but now that I know that you're gay too I think we should make out."
"How could you not figure out I was gay with the way I was flirting?" he whispered to himself, trying to get Kurt's hand off him.
"I'm a little thick. See, nobody's ever been attracted to me. I'm used to the constant rejection."
"Yeah, Kurt, if you think that's gonna break my heart and make me want to make out with you while you're drunk, hmmpphmm." Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders, totally ready to push him away, but the kiss was actually really nice. It was a bit sloppy and tasted pretty weird, but Kurt was trying pretty hard, he could tell. So he kissed him back softly. And then harder. Just to see if he could scare the boy into stopping.
It didn't work. If anything, Kurt got more desperate, more insistent. Their tongues met and battled for dominance and everything was messy and wet but pretty intoxicating and—
He pulled back. "Okay," he said, slightly out of breath. "Now you sleep."
"Are you attracted to me, Blaine?"
Blaine resisted the urge to do a face-palm. "Kurt—"
"Are you?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Yes, I'm very, very attracted to you. Now will you please just shut up and go to sleep?"
Kurt smiled, yawning. "Okay." He flopped down, half burying his face in his pillow. "Goodnight!"
Blaine shook his head as he left the room, closing it softly behind him.
"Note to self," he muttered, unlocking his own dorm. "Don't give Kurt alcohol."
A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading and reviewing and clicking "Story Alert," etc. Hope you guys are enjoying it!
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