Title: Free Your Mind (And The Rest Will Follow) (Part 2)
Rating: T/underage drinking
Summary: Klaine AU/charcter swap where Kurt was the lead soloist of The Warblers, and Blaine was the one getting bullied at McKinley. It's time, kiddos! Time for the Rachel Berry house party, of course! Blaine brings his friend (and crush) Kurt Hummel to the New Directions party.
Warnings: I changed a lot to fit this AU, but the concept is the same and, hello, that's why it's an AU. Also, this is un-betaed, so excuse any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, the characters from Glee, etc. etc.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who read Part 1. Originally it was supposed to be a one-shot, and then everyone said such nice things, so I was going to develop it or make it more WIP, but school caught up with me before I could put anything new out. But summer is here, and here is something new! If people still have interest, I have plenty of ideas for this verse, so if you would like more, make sure to favorite/review. Thanks!

"Well this is…quaint," Kurt Hummel mused quietly as he unwrapped the knitted scarf from his neck, his eyebrows furrowing together in sincere concern as he added, "Did that sound pretentious? I'm sorry, I'm doing it again."

Blaine Anderson, who was at Kurt's side as they descended the stairs into Rachel Berry's basement, shook his head, offering his hands out as he said, "No, no, I like the way you speak. It's eloquent." Kurt looked at Blaine's hands, raising an expressive eyebrow in curiosity and Blaine ducked his head, laughing softly with embarrassment as he said, "M'sorry, I was wondering if I could take your coat."

The lines of confusion on Kurt's face smoothed away with that knowledge, and he nodded, slipping out of his designer coat and laying it in Blaine's arms, his scarf following suit. As their feet left the last step and made contact with the basement floor, Rachel flittered over to them in an excited hysteria. "Blaine, you're here," she called, leaning in and kissing his cheek happily before stepping back to examine his guest. "And Kurt Hummel, lead vocalist of the Dalton Academy Warblers," she greeted him, although with far less enthusiasm.

"Don't worry Miss Rachel Berry," he said smoothly, one hand extending in a gesture of peace, "I'm completely off the clock." Rachel eyed him for a moment before slipping her hand in to his and shaking it. Kurt glanced from Rachel to Blaine and back again with a friendly smile on his face, "I'm here to have fun with all the people my step brother speaks so highly of."

From across the room, Puck's voice joked, "Alright, Blaine and his date are finally here, let's get started!" Blaine looked over to shoot Puck a warning glance, but the mohawked teen was already gathering a stack of red Solo cups and a couple of mysterious looking bottles. "Circle up, ladies and gents, it's time to party," he commanded, gesturing towards the middle of the room where furniture had been pushed back against the wall. Blaine chanced a look over at Kurt, worrying that Kurt might be offended by Puck's forward nature, but instead, Kurt was striding over to where Puck was pointing, Rachel on his arm as he chirped, "I always arrive fashionably late."

Blaine smiled, his cheeks flushing as he admired Kurt's self-confidence. He took his and Kurt's coats to a room designated for personal belonging before returning to where everyone was circling about. A spot was open between Puck and Finn, but before he could get to the floor, Puck and Finn started shifting around the circle, pushing people slightly and jumping over others to rearrange the seating. When they finally settled down, other members of the New Directions calling and scolding the boys, a spot was opened right between Kurt and Brittney. Kurt looked up at Blaine, who was trying to appear carefree and trying not to start scolding Finn and Puck along with the rest of the group. The Warbler smiled and patted the ground next to him, teasing, "Come on now, I won't bite."

Blaine blushed and sat down, ignoring the small laughter coming from where Puck and Finn had settled on the other side of the circle. Once the commotion had died down, Puck reached for his stack of Solo cups and started passing them out, "Alright, cups for everyone. We're going to start with a drinking game to loosen some of you up."

When Brittney passed him a cup, he passed it along to Kurt, who looked at Blaine curiously. "You don't drink?" Kurt asked, his tone more genuinely curious than condescending. Blaine shrugged sheepishly, mumbling, "Well I'm driving you home, so I don't want to drink and drive." Kurt suddenly seemed as if he felt guilty, and he offered the cup back to Blaine, saying, "If you want to, I can drive." Blaine shook his head, pushing the cup gently back towards Kurt, "It's okay." Kurt smiled at him for a moment before nodding and turning back to the circle, where Puck had started speaking.

"-and it's called I never because," Puck stopped mid-sentence, looking at Blaine and frowning, "Somebody get Ponyboy a cup so he can play."

Kurt turned to Blaine at the nickname, laughing a little as he repeated, "Ponyboy? That's adorable."

Blaine blushed, smiling at Kurt before turning back to Puck, the smile fading as he scowled at Puck. "Designated driver," he said, nodding as if that was enough to get him off the hook. Puck shook his head, saying, "Well you have to be drinking something to play. Rach, do you have a water bottle or something?"

Within a matter of moments, everyone had a red Solo cup filled half way with liquor, except Blaine, who had a water bottle. "Now, the rules are easy enough," Puck said, eyes scanning the circle as he elaborated, "We go around the circle, and each person says "I never" and then something they've never done before. If someone else in the circle has done that thing, then they have to drink. Got it?"

Some still looked confused, asking Puck questions, but Kurt silenced them, speaking up. "For example," he said, raising his cup slightly to get their attention, "if it's my turn, and I say I've never gone to public school, then all of you would have to drink, because you all have gone to public school." The group nodded their heads in understanding, and he smirked, raising an eyebrow, "Well? Drink up, New Directions."

Rachel tried to contest, but Puck nodded, "You heard the man, he took his turn. Bottoms up, bitches."

They all started to take sips of their drinks, and Kurt elbowed Blaine, winking as he teased quietly, "That means you too, Ponyboy."

"I'm never going to live that down, am I?" Blaine asked, lifting the water bottle to his lips and taking a sip. Kurt shook his head, laughing as he said, "Not on your life."

The group went completely around the circle, each person revealing something about their self in the process. Whether it was as simple as never missing a day of school, to never having kissed someone, drinks were being poured on nearly every round. Blaine paid close attention to what Kurt did or didn't drink too. When Mercedes' turn came and she uttered the words "I've never been kissed", Blaine watched nearly everyone take a drink. Of course that was normal. It was expected that people their age would have kissed someone by now, but his bottle stayed on the ground. He peeked over at Kurt's hands, expecting someone as gorgeous and talented as Kurt to have been kissed before. But Kurt's drink stayed put, just as Blaine's did. Blaine stared back down at his water bottle, suddenly feeling as if he had intruded on something very private.

After everyone had taken their turn, they were released from the circle. The ice had been broken, the drinks were flowing, and the group was ready to party. Someone found the stereo and started playing songs that had each teen up and dancing. Blaine was the only one still sober at this point and while some managed to be able to handle their liquor others were completely lost. At some point, Blaine had managed to slip away from the excitement of the center of the room and observed silently. He watched Kurt twirl about and shake his hips effortlessly, mingling with the other members of the New Directions so easily. Blaine wished he could just approach Kurt right in that moment, put his hands on Kurt's hips and dance with him for the rest of the night; but that wasn't the kind of guy Blaine was. He didn't take advantage of people, especially not people he liked, and he wasn't going to start with the guy he thought he was falling in love with.

"Having fun?" A voice spoke from Blaine's side, and he turned to see Finn standing next to him. The tall boy nodded towards the dance floor, asking, "Why don't you just go out there, pull him away from those girls, and just dance with him?"

Blaine looked over at Finn, shrugging and turning his eyes back to Kurt. "He's not going to remember in the morning," Blaine said quietly, his eyes connecting with Kurt's brilliant blues for a moment before he cast his gaze down at his feet. "If I'm going to do something with him, I want it to be something he remembers," he looked back over at Finn, shaking his head and adding, "I want it to be memorable. For both of us."

"Oh, God, I forgot, you're the romantic," Finn let out a groaning noise, shaking his head in exasperation, but letting out a small laugh to let Blaine know he was joking. There was a nudge at his arm as he looked to see Finn leaning over, speaking softly, "I get it, it's nice of you. Kinda lame, but nice." He straightened up, taking a sip from his cup and nodding. There was a brief moment of silence before Finn spoke again. "And Kurt will appreciate that," Finn said as he started to walk away, a loud laugh leaving his lips as he added, "If you ever get around to making your move."

Blaine rolled his eyes as Finn walked away, laughing to play it off, but frowning to himself as soon as Finn was out of his sight. Ever since Blaine had embarrassed himself in front of the New Direction's guys and Kurt at the Hummel-Hudson house, Finn and Puck had been relentless about Blaine making his move on Kurt. While the enthusiasm and support was appreciated, he couldn't help but feel completely inexperienced and embarrassed whenever they made comments or pushed him to "make a move" on Kurt. Blaine preferred romantics to bluntness; he preferred extravagantly planned dates to overused pickup lines or, God forbid, random hook ups. His biggest problem with being so romantically invested was the fear of doing something extravagant and excessive only to be rejected, not only embarrassing his self, but ruining their friendship in the process.

"Hey you!" A musical voice pulled Blaine out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Kurt giggling as he took a sip from his cup. Blaine winced a little at the sight, wondering how much Kurt had already drunk and how much he planned on continuing to drink. "Hey you," Blaine replied, although not as enthusiastically. His eyes went to his own water bottle and carefully, he took Kurt's cup and replaced it with his water, asking, "Are you having fun?"

"Lots of fun," Kurt nodded, a new fit of giggles erupting as he almost lost his balance. Blaine reached out to catch him, arm instinctively wrapping around Kurt's waist and holding him up. "Oh!" Kurt let out a surprised little sound before giggling and leaning into Blaine's side, pressing his face to Blaine's shoulder and exclaiming, "My hero!"

Blaine smiled a little, partly because drunk Kurt was somewhat amusing and partly because he liked the warmth of Kurt tucked into his side. But as soon as he felt Kurt's arms snaking around his neck, his smile faded. Kurt lifted his head to smile at Blaine, eyes crinkling as he seemed to examine Blaine's face. Blaine started to say Kurt's name, attempting to caution Kurt that he was very drunk and whatever he was thinking of doing was probably not what he really wanted to do, but was cut off by Kurt tilting his head, and saying softly, "You're really cute, you know."

It wasn't a question, and Blaine didn't want to argue with Kurt, so he just nodded, mumbling a thank you just loud enough for Kurt to hear. Blaine tried to take his arm away from Kurt's waist, but the Warbler shook his head, closing his eyes and swaying into Blaine's touch. "Kurt," Blaine said, his tone begging the other boy not to torture him this way, but Kurt didn't stop. His eyes fluttered open as he continued to sway; and even intoxicated, Blaine couldn't help but marvel at the clarity of the blue of Kurt's eyes. There was so much honesty, integrity, and bravery behind his eyes, and Blaine wished more than anything that he had the courage to ask Kurt out on a date. Of course, now was not the time for such thoughts, because even if he did, he certainly wouldn't be asking now.

"Blaine," Kurt said softly, and Blaine could have sworn that Kurt's eyes were sober in the moment that he asked, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Blaine was frozen and his heart was stopped. There was no right answer to the question Kurt had asked him. If he said no, he would be lying, and if there was anyone in the world he didn't want to lie to, it was Kurt. However, if he said yes, Kurt would think that Blaine wanted to kiss him in this moment, and quite frankly, that wasn't true either. Blaine didn't want to take Kurt's first kiss from him while he was drunk. Even if it wasn't with him, Blaine wanted Kurt's first kiss to be special, and this certainly wouldn't be very special. Not to mention, he himself had not had a first kiss, and as much as he would love for Kurt to be his first, he didn't want to take advantage of him in order to get it.

So Blaine, in his usual way, did what was right. Looking into Kurt's eyes, he brought his free hand to Kurt's cheek, just in case Kurt tried to move forward, "I want to kiss you Kurt, I do." Just as he anticipated, Kurt started to lean in, licking his lips as he did, and Blaine shook his head, stroking his thumb over Kurt's cheek and saying quietly, "But not like this. I want to kiss you when it's right. I want to kiss you when it will mean something to both of us. I want to kiss you after I ask you out on a real date. I want to kiss you after I ask if I can be your boyfriend. But not like this."

Blaine's eyes searched Kurt's for some sort of alcohol induced exaggerated reaction, but instead, his reaction was calm and collected. He lowered his eyes, dropped his hands from around Blaine's neck to around his waist, and pulled himself into Blaine's arms, ducking his head into Blaine's neck. "That's the most nicest thing anyone has ever said to me ever," Kurt slurred softly into Blaine's skin, and it took all of Blaine's self control not to back track and change his mind. "You can be my boyfriend any day," Kurt nodded, pulling away from Blaine's neck and looking him in the eyes, asking, "Okay?"

"Okay," Blaine said halfheartedly, knowing that this conversation would be futile tomorrow. He offered Kurt a smile and nodded back towards the others, suggesting, "Why don't you go back and dance with them?"

The Kurt from before-the one that was giggling and dancing and singing with the rest of the New Directions- seemed to have vanished completely, leaving behind a quiet, clinging boy in his place. "I want to stay here with you," Kurt mumbled, pressing his ear to Blaine's chest, adding, "Where I can hear your heartbeat."

Blaine sighed, his free hand falling around Kurt's body and coming to rest at his lower back with the other. The thought of how they must look didn't even cross his mind until Blaine looked up and saw Finn across the room grinning stupidly and throwing him a thumbs-up. Blaine rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kurt, who seemed to be falling asleep against his chest. "How about I take you home, hm?" Blaine said, without a response. A little louder now, he put his hands on Kurt's hips to gently push him off as he asked, "Do you want me to take you home Kurt?"

A mumble and a nod were enough confirmation for Blaine. He slipped his hand around Kurt's waist so that the boy could lean against him as he started to escort him out of the party. Kurt did the same, although with a little less coordination, and Blaine smiled a little when he felt Kurt's hand gripping at his waist. Blaine made their way across the room, telling everyone they had had a great time, but Kurt really needed to get home. Rachel retrieved their coats and Blaine found a way to hold those as well. Handshakes and hugs and kisses were exchanged until finally they were walking out of Rachel's house and towards Blaine's car. Kurt started humming a melody to Blaine, and Blaine sang softly along, making up words to the indistinguishable tune. The lyrics off the top of Blaine's head, mostly about Kurt and his beautiful blue eyes, seemed to make Kurt content, and they were both settled into Blaine's car in no time.

There was a happy smile on Kurt's face as Blaine pulled away from Rachel's house, but within a matter of moments he was looking at Blaine with a look of complete fear and terror. Blaine almost stopped the car when he saw it, glancing worriedly back and forth from the road to Kurt. "What, Kurt, what is it, what's wrong?" he asked, wondering what had caused such a change.

"I can't go home," he muttered, so soft and so slowed that Blaine almost didn't hear him. That problem was solved when the volume of his voice rose and he started shaking his head frantically, saying, "Blaine I can't go I can't go home my dad will kill me."

Blaine looked wide-eyed at the boy, still focusing half his attention on the road at any given time. "Where else am I supposed to take you?"

Kurt hadn't seemed to think of the possibility that he would have to go somewhere else, and he truly thought about it for a good minute before turning completely in his seat to face Blaine, saying, "Your house."

"My house?" Blaine said incredulously, shaking his head almost immediately and explaining, "Kurt I don't think that's a very good idea at all because-"

Kurt's hand shot out to grab Blaine's, Kurt taking a few extra seconds to focus his coordination on wrapping his fingers around Blaine's and squeezing. "Please," Kurt said, small and hopeless, and Blaine knew that there was no way he could say no. His parents wouldn't be up at this hour anyway, and if they had questions in the morning, well, he would have to deal with that in the morning.

It was a short drive to Blaine's house, much shorter than it would have been to Kurt's. When they arrived, Blaine went to Kurt's side and helped him out, instructing him, "Now you're going to have to be really quiet, I don't want to wake up my parents."

Kurt nodded, his finger going to his lip as he muttered, "I'll be as quiet as a mouse. Even quieter than the quietest mouse." Blaine nodded, slipping his arm back around Kurt's waist and helping him into the house. Kurt whispered niceties about Blaine's house as Blaine ushered the taller boy up to his room, hoping to God that his parents wouldn't wake up and come to investigate the noise. They made it to his room without any parent sightings, so they were clear on that front until morning. He sat Kurt on his bed while he went to his closet, looking for pajamas that were too long for him that might fit Kurt. When he located them, he brought them to Kurt, placing them in his lap as he said, "Here, you can wear these."

Blaine turned around out of courtesy when Kurt stood up, expecting to hear the sound of Kurt falling down or struggling as he changed, but hearing none. He figured if there was anything Kurt was good at regardless of the condition he was in, it was clothes. The sound of the boy crawling into his bed told him it was fair for him to turn around. He collected Kurt's clothes off the floor and folded them, placing them on a chair for safekeeping. Kurt had chatted all the way to Rachel's about his outfit, and Blaine didn't want it to get ruined.

Once Blaine had changed into pajamas too, he started to retrieve an extra blanket, informing a sleepy Kurt that he would be sleeping on the ground, and that if Kurt needed anything, anything, Blaine would be right there. There was no response, and Blaine just assumed that Kurt had fallen asleep, but moments later, there was a soft cry like a kitten that had strayed too far from the rest of the litter, followed by Kurt mumbling, "You can't sleep on the floor." Blaine started to protest, but Kurt added, "If you sleep on the floor, I sleep on the floor too."

Blaine huffed at Kurt's stubbornness, but obliged Kurt, going to the empty side of the bed and hesitating, asking, "Am I just supposed to sleep next to you?" Kurt huffed in return, as if it was obvious, before saying softly, "Duh."

Something about the way Kurt spoke made Blaine smile, and he shook his head, not quite believing that he was actually climbing into bed with Kurt Hummel, lead vocalist of the Dalton Warblers and object of his affection for months now. Once he was in bed, his own bed, he turned away from Kurt, assuming that was the best way to sleep in this situation. Apparently, he assumed wrong.

"Hey," Kurt whispered, his finger poking Blaine's back as he said, "hey, turn around."

Blaine sighed, rolling over so that they were face to face. Kurt smiled, satisfied that Blaine had done as he asked. "That's better," Kurt slurred, his hand coming to Blaine's cheek. A big smile pulled over Kurt's face and he shut his eyes, letting out a content sigh, as well as the words, "Stay gold Ponyboy."