Sorry it's been awhile since I posted. I've got a few more since last week, but I'm only posting two per day until I catch up!

Kurt tiptoed hazily back into the pitch black room, so he wouldn't disturb the couple passed out against the wall in the hallway. The joint New Directions/Warblers party had been winding down for a while and Jeff's house (which was really more of a mansion) was dark for the most part, except for a few late-night revelers out by the pool. Crawling back into bed, Kurt hissed in a slurring whisper, "Sssorry, babyyy, but my ffeeeet got really collllld."

Kurt found Blaine's warm body and snuggled up behind it, wondering to himself if Blaine had a growth spurt recently or if Kurt was just far more drunk than he realized. Blaine smelled different, too. Oh, well. It was probably just the vodka dulling Kurt's senses.

"Heyyy, babyyy? Are you awwaa-awake?" Kurt asked, running his hand down Blaine's (really quite muscular) arm and down onto his hip, gripping tightly. Blaine groaned and turned around, pulling Kurt into a wet, sloppy kiss. He tasted like beer and something else Kurt couldn't quite place. Didn't matter, though. Not when Blaine was sucking on his tongue like that. Hmm. Something new. Kurt definitely approved.

As their kiss broke, the boy in Kurt's arms sighed, "That took for fucking ever, Seb."

Kurt would have been heartbroken if the voice had actually been Blaine's. But it wasn't.

Scrambling away from the boy on the bed, Kurt fumbled around until he found a lamp and switched it on. "Puckerman?"

"Hummel?"

"Where's Blaine?" Kurt asked, rubbing his mouth with his sleeve, like he could get rid of the germs Puck must've left there.

"How the fuck should I know?" Puck muttered, leaning over the side of the bed to grab his shirt and pull it on. "He's not here, man."

Kurt nodded and was halfway to the door before a thought occurred to him and he asked, "You're waiting for Sebastian?"

"You got a problem with that?" Puck asked angrily, like he was expecting outrage, or at very least a lecture.

But Kurt was still pretty drunk and he couldn't help picturing the two of them together. "Nope," Kurt giggled. "No problem. I'm gonna go find my boyfriend now."

Kurt turned to leave but Puck said, "Hey, Kurt? If you and Anderson ever break up, you know where to find me."

Kurt didn't turn around, or even acknowledge Puck's interest, but he did grin to himself as he left what he now realized was the wrong bedroom.