A/N: Please let me know if there is any typos or problems. At the bottom of this chapter will be the translations of Santana's crazy Spanish. Haha... Sorry its taking me so long to post. I get distracted by school D: I have this story so planned out - it hurts. Klainers gone Klaine!

Mercedes' house was full of 'mature adults' by 7pm. Only, when these 'mature adults' mixed with alcohol and far too much sugar - they weren't mature anymore. They were rowdy and very-very immature. And very-very drunk.

When Kurt had accepted the invite to the sleepover, he thought it would be Mercedes, Blaine and him just hanging out like old times. He didn't realize that all of the old New Directions had also been invited. And that there was going to be alcohol involved.

In the furthest corner Kurt sat huddled on Blaine's lap, they had been making out for over half an hour and had heard 'wanky' escaping Santana's lips every now and then. All of them seemed to know that Blaine and Kurt were involved from the minute they arrived. But no-one had told the old glee club about Karofsky. They knew that David and Kurt had dated - but not that they were engaged, right now, except for Mercedes and Finn who promised Kurt they would say nothing. Kurt decided it was best if it was a secret and nobody knew. He thought he deserved to get off with Blaine in public without worrying about them looking at him down their noses, muttering things about how innocent he used to be.

Kurt pulled away and gazed around the moonlit apartment. All his high school friends were dancing around. Before they had gotten drunk, he'd learnt a lot about their lives.

Rachel had been in multiple plays, but was best known for her role in a TV show about a high school. She'd married Finn, who was juggling being a middle school football coach and looking after Burt's garage, and they'd had two kids. The marriage Kurt had known about because he was there and Finn called him every weekend for long talks about life. Tina had presented a dance show. Mike Chang, her boyfriend, was a judge. They were living happily. After 5 auditions, Quinn had finally made it as a model and had been visiting Beth. Brittany and Santana were obviously together, they were all over each other. In all truths, everyone knew before they did. Lauren had the only unhappy HAPPY ending. She had married Puck, they'd had a child, they'd divorced, then during a drunk round of truth or dare the pair admitted they had been having a fling. Kurt thought his life was complicated… Artie had met an amazing woman, and they'd been dating. Thanks to new technology, he was soon to be fitted with special machinery to help him walk. Sam and Mercedes had been together for a very long time, and Mercedes was secretly hoping that Sam would propose.

Currently, Mercedes and Tina were giggling together like they had at the 'Rachel Berry Trainwreck Extravaganza'. Quinn was muttering to Puck about Beth - Puck was crying. Artie had recovered his 'badass' alter ego and was wearing Santana's hat on his head. All of them reminded Kurt of High School. Kurt could feel the tears threatening to fall, he twisted his head in drunk desperation - hoping the curly haired boy wouldn't notice him.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Well there goes that hope…

"Nothing, just… everybody together," He sniffed as Blaine ran a callused finger under his eye. That proved it, he was crying. Since when was he the ballistic over emotional drunk? He was always pretty slutty and giggly when he was drunk.

"Its okay baby, I get it." Blaine soothed, but Kurt knew that Blaine had no idea but was spewing out comfort so he could get back to the kissing part of their night.

"It's bringing back all these great memories! I miss McKinley so much!" Tears were literally pouring out. Lauren stumbled past with Puck on her arm, swigging from his beer, and gave Blaine 'the' look.

"Whys he crying? You better not have hurt him!" Puck gave his ex-wife/mistress a desirable look and dragged her away. She just could not get any hotter. Blaine watched as they walked off, Lauren was laughing and Puck was singing 'Happy Birthday' to no-one. Kurt sniffed and lifted his head, his glasz eyes met Blaine's warm hazel ones.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, lets make out!" And he grabbed Blaine, before his 'best man' could reply.

Rachel was getting bored of just dancing around. She wanted to play spin the bottle, or 7 minutes in heaven but everyone else was far to boring. She sauntered over to Santana and Brittany, they were kissing.

"Oi" No reply. "OI!" She repeated and tapped Santana vigorously on the Latinas shoulder. Santana broke off her drunken kiss and gave Rachel a glare.

"What?"

"Lets call some people! I feel like calling Jesse St Douchebag and rubbing in his face how amazing my life is, WITHOUT HIM!" Brittany gave Rachel an evil smirk as Rachel took a swig of her beer and finished her sentence, "He is suchhhhhhhh a doucheeeeeeeeee!" The brunette hiccupped lightly but laughed when Santana reached for the phone.

"EVERYBODY! BERRY-HUDSMEL WANTS TO PRANK CALL PEOPLE!" Everyone started to gather around, they all had someone in mind to call. Mostly that someone was Sue Sylvester. Mike looked over his shoulder at the couple still in the corner draped over each other,

"What about them?" All heads turned, all mentally taking note of the couple.

"Eh, I'd rather not try and separate them. Kurt'll go all 'bitch please' and Blaine will pull his 'I'm completely dapper so I shant think of saying this but; betch please' face"

"Jesse St Jackass is first!" Rachel started pressing the numbers into the phone. Finns confidence wavered. Mike and Tina walked to the centre of the room and started to slow dance to Yeah x3. Puck was staring at Laurens ass thinking all the raunchy drunken thoughts possible in the world. The group giggled as they heard it ring.

"Hello? Mercedes? Why you calling me at like-" there was shuffling on the other end "3am?"

"This is not Mercedes! As if she'd call you! Paha!" Rachel took a swig of her drink, "I'm calling to say, I'm married to Finn and you'll NEVER EVER get this sexy body back. YOU HEAR? Finn gets to touch this body, not you! So suck on it Jesse St Douchebag!" Rachel pressed the end call button as the laughing started. Finn grinned and kissed Rachel, she wasted no time getting into it.

"My go! My go! Lets call SUE!" Finn threw the phone at Artie as he and Rachel continued to kiss. "This is going to be so badass" Artie dialled the number and Brittany leant on him from behind.

"It is 3am, whoever you are - Sues coming to kill you. Your not safe anymore" Artie pulled his collar but regained his drunk alter ego.

"YO! You must be old or something now!"

"Oh my god, is she dead? I've always wanted to talk to a dead person. Ghost Whisperer is like my favorite show, after like... other shows...? Coach Sylvester, hi" Brittany chimed in.

"Oh, if it isn't Tweedle Dumb. I bet fake boobs, and the rest of the Old Directions are there. Where is my Porcelain?" Santana crossed her arms across her chest and pulled a face. Mercedes gave her a reassuring hug.

"Practically fucking Blaine in the corner, yo" Artie burst out laughing, as did the rest of the group.

"You think lifes so brilliant don't you Abraham! Remember Sues coming to kill you! I couldn't when you were in school, because apparently 'we couldn't have mad people running the school' or some jackshit like that. Now piss off I need my sleep" and with that she hung up. Brittany tapped Artie gently on the shoulder,

"I'll miss you dude!"

"Okay me now! me proximos perras(1)" Santana snatched the phone. "I have the best idea of who to call. He'll be at home alone, because he can't get a boyfriend!" Santana winked at Brittany and then gazed at Kurt and Blaine in the corner. She was going to get revenge on Karofsky for all the shit he had caused her baby. She didn't realise that what she was going to do wasn't the safest option for neither Kurt or Blaine. Puck dialled the number, as he was the only one that knew Karofskys new number. They worked together.

"Hello?" A gruff voice sounded through the phone. Blaine and Kurt were too far away to hear anything. Mercedes had traipsed off to the toilet, and Finn was busy making out with Rachel. No-one who knew about Kurt's engagement would stop what was about to happen because no-one was there.

"Hola hijo de puta(2)! Santana calling, you know your High School beard. That didn't last long! You were so busy eye fucking Kurt. Well Kurt's happy now!" Santana giggled.

"What, its like half 3 woman. What the hell are you doing?"

"Making sure you know how much your life sucks! Yo escupo sobre usted(3)!"

"Not that I understand any of your Spanish Satan. Where's Kurt, he okay?" Finn looked up at Kurt's name being spoken for the third time.

"Kurt is like, with Blaine in the corner! They be doing all sorts of sexy shit!" Artie yelled. Finns eyes grew wide. Oh fuck.

"Excuse me?" There was a hint of anger in Karofskys voice.

"McCripple pants said they was fucking in the corner man, what are you deaf? Anyway, how does it feel? You stole Kurt from Blaine all dos years ago and now they are together! And what are you? Do you even speak to Kurt anymore? DON'T ANSWER THAT. I KNOW THE ANSWER! ITS NO!" The feisty Latina looked very happy with herself. Mercedes hobbled out of the bathroom and sat on the floor closest to the phone. Finn was shooting daggers at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"What the fuck are you on about?" Mercedes recognised the angry voice on the other end. This was not happening.

"Oh my goodness, for a soccer player your really stupid. Unlike my Finny! Blaine took his man back after graduation and you can't say nothing, because you and Kurt are long broken up!" Mercedes squeezed her eyes shut. She was drunk but she knew a disaster when it approached. Rachel was swearing under her breath about how stupid Karofsky was.

"Basically mate, Blaine and Kurt are in love and you aren't in the picture. You can't stop them from being together! Good day!"

"DOLPHIN LOVE!" Brittany pitched in. Santana hung up and high-fived all of her friends. Mercedes looked over at the pair in the corner, still completely oblivious and then back at Finn who was boring holes into her skull. Life was going to get a lot harder for them. She'd tell them at some point. They still had all night and Rachel Berry was very determined to get at least one bottle to spin.

Translations;

1) Me next, bitches

2) Hello motherfucker

3) I spit on you!

Ermerm, peace and love sexies. This is part one of Chapter 4/5 because I plan to add some 7 minutes and heaven shit and stuff. Oh noes, curse my acid tongue. I shall go wash my mouth out. Review if you want? (pleaseeee?)

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