Monday couldn't come any faster. After the party, the rest of the weekend was painful and extremely awkward. Max refused to come out of her room, Gazzy couldn't meet me eye to eye, Iggy wouldn't stop cooking, Angel and Nudge spent most of the time outside, and Max's mom and Ella were as clueless as ever. Not to mention Kurt mysteriously disappeared. He probably went to his parents or something, because no one could find his luggage either. Whenever someone tried to ask Blaine about it, he would get a mixed look of anger and sadness in his eyes so we let him be.
I slept in most of Saturday, because of a bad hangover and got up around four. My day started with the walk of shame into the kitchen still wearing half my costume, and then walking into a kitchen filled with baked goods. The blind moron was standing at the stove making eggs.
Sensing he was being watched, Iggy turned around "Morning." He had a sarcastic grin that made me want to punch him. I would never really hurt Iggy, but sometimes he can be a real smartass. In return I grunted. "I guess I'll put the coffee on." He sighed piling a plate up with eggs, and then began to make coffee.
I took a seat where Iggy placed the plate of eggs and ate it without asking if I could. "Where is everyone?" I mumbled between bites. Then Iggy explained everything.
Apparently after the kiss, we all got even more drunk. By one in the morning, Santana got bored so she took Puck and Brittany to do what they called bar hopping. Once they left, Rachel and Finn began to get intimate on the couch, Nudge and Mercedes gave Artie the time of his life, and Angel and Gazzy disappeared to a bedroom. No one seemed to question it. Iggy than informed me that Blaine and I went back to my room. Sad that I don't remember. He also said he spent most of the night in the corner yelling orders like a drill sergeant at the people getting it on while hugging a bottle of vodka.
Then this morning, he, Angel, and Artie were the only ones that didn't have a terrible hangover to clean up. Although Artie wasn't much of a help. Rachel and Finn got up at about nine and left, then Mercedes only minutes later. Blaine came from my room and has been passed out on the couch since. "And then Doc and Ella came home at noon."
"Anything else I need to know about last night?" I asked wearily not sure if I wanted to the answer.
"Angel said something about Max and Kurt doing it in her room... but I don't know. Sounds insane because he's gay but I don't care..." Iggy trailed off rather annoyed.
This new development stunned me. Blaine would be torn if he found out. Well actually I'm not sure how he would act. We have been dating for a while now, but I can't be sure if he's gotten over Kurt yet. And why was Iggy annoyed by that?
Then the blind moron added, "Oh yeah, you and Blaine gave each other blow jobs while everyone cheered you guys on. At least that's what it sounded like."
I felt the blood rush out of my face. Note to self: never touch alcohol again, not even with a ten foot pole. How could I have been so stupid!? Glee club probably thinks I'm some kinky bastard that likes weird shit. Not to mention Blaine is probably humiliated and its all my fault.
In defeat, I rest my head in the kitchen countertop groaning in dismay. Like I said, Monday couldn't come soon enough.
Than to my utter annoyance but thankfulness it finally did. No one seemed to remember much or care about what happened that night. Most of them only remembered the last movie we watch and someone cracking open the first bottle of booze. Some remember as far as Blaine and me kissing, but nothing after. Thank the fucking Lord.
Max still refused to look at me and the only one who would go near me was Iggy, but that's normal. Blaine wasn't at school today, or he was just hiding from me.
Than finally, Glee Club came around.
"Now I hope everyone had a great weekend," Everyone groaned as Mr. Schu wore an annoyingly happy smile. "But today we get to work. First order of business, does anyone have a heavy metal/rock song to share." A civil war was going through my head. Should I sing or not? Would it offend someone? Since when did I care? I slowly but firmly raised a hand. "Ah, Nicholas! Thank you. The stage is yours."
After the sweater bounded Spanish teacher moved out the way, I grabbed an electric guitar and took the center. I started to strum lazily trying to get the feel of the music.
"Well when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way"
I never glanced a second at Max, but I feeling she knows this is directed at her.
"And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good for nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can"
I felt eyes bore into me but I didn't look directly at anyone. I had no accompaniment except my own guitar. It was almost eerie sounding like no one else was in the room.
"When you go
Would you even turn to say
'I don't love you
Like I said the other day."
That's when I heard a tiny, small, miniscule sob coming from where Max sat. I then heard shifting of a chair and quick footsteps as she ran from the room, but I didn't cease my song. I sang all the way through even when the one person who needed to hear it wasn't present.
"I don't love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday."