Chapter 10 - Get The Party Started.
Sam's POV.
When I got back into the kitchen I noticed a sad faced Santana sitting at the kitchen table with Rachel and Brittany. Burt Hummel was nowhere to be seen. I presumed he didn't want to hang around with a bunch of hormonal teenagers. I walked over to Santana and placed a hand on her shoulder, and comforted her just as I had comforted Kurt.
"It'll be ok, Santana. The doctor said they were more stable," I said, trying my best to drag her mood back up.
"I know, I know, but I'm just really scared," she whimpered.
"Well tonight will cheer us up," I said bending down to her ear so I could talk without risk of Burt hearing. "And we have alcohol,"
"You brought some too?" she said stunned at everyone being so dare devilish.
"You brought more?" I said stunned, letting my voice get louder than I should have allowed.
"I stole some from work, they have loads there, so I figured that they wouldn't miss a few bottle of wine and a half bottle of vodka," she replied smiling a little.
"Wow, first day on the job and you are stealing alcohol," I said giving her a cheeky elbow in the shoulder.
"Well what can I say, I'm too good to pay for it," she replied with a little giggle. Rachel laughed too, while Brittany just sat there with her head on Santana's, looking just as vacant as ever.
"Now there's the Santana that we all know," I said winking at her cheekily.
She smiled hugely at this. Being able to help two people today made me feel warm inside. I didn't get the butterfly feeling I felt when I comforted Kurt, but it still made me feel great. I was never the type of person that usually made people feel good when they were down.
Kurt's POV.
I told Mercedes, I had too. She was my best friend. She also wouldn't have stopped questioning me about me being alone with Sam in a bathroom, but I supposed it was all for the best, and at least I had someone else to talk to about it, and possibly gossip about it with. When I exited the bathroom I walked back to the kitchen to see Mercedes talking almost silently with Sam. He looked petrified, which meant she was obviously threatening Sam, telling him how she would cut him if he even harmed a hair on my head. I smiled broadly thanking Gucci that I had such a great friend.
After staring at Mercedes and Sam for a while I turned my attention to Santana, Brittany and Rachel. They were all deep in conversation, they were obviously planning something. I walked quietly up to Rachel, who had her back to me and bent down low to her ear.
"And what might we be planning, Berry?" I said slyly, a smirk on my face. She shrieked and jumped so high out of her chair I probably would have been able to catch her.
"Kurt. Hummel. You asshole!" she said jabbing my in the chest with her finger.
"You didn't answer my question Rachel Berry," I teased.
"Well seeing as Santana and Brittany are the best dancers and me you and 'Cedes are the best singers, we were thinking of making a new routine, and showing it to the Glee Club next week," she replied.
I liked that idea, it would be fun, especially practicing the routine while we were all inebriated. I smiled at them and excused myself while I talked to Mercedes and Sam, I really thought they needed to be split up by now otherwise Cedes will scare Sam away for good.
Sam's POV
Oh my god, this chick is petrifying! But hilarious at the same time. Until Kurt finally came and intervened she was telling me how she would flatten my with her fists, that apparently would give Karofsky's a run for their money. That I didn't doubt, she seemed strong, and determined to protect her best friend in the world.
Once Kurt had torn a worked up Mercedes away from me, we all went down to Kurt's basement boudoir. All the girls except Mercedes seemed amazed at his huge, clean bedroom. It surprised my that Rachel had never been down here, but when I went to question the Jewish girl about this she didn't even need a question directed at her, seeing as all of us were looking at her surprise.
"Me and Kurt never got on much, so when I was visiting Finn, we had to stay upstairs," she said as if we should've known.
There was a slight awkward shift in the way Kurt sad his next words, which made me smile, "Well times have changed, Rachel you're a great girl, and I'm glad to have gotten to know you more today." when he finished he moved over to her and gave her a hug. She beamed widely at him.
"Ok, so lets get this Karaoke machine up and going!" said Mercedes behind me. There was a cheer of agreement in the room and Mercedes and Santana rushed to the microphones, while I turned on the TV so the lyrics could be displayed.
"Wait, I have to connect my Ipod" said Kurt and went to plug his shiny Ipod touch into the silver machine.
"What song San?" asked Mercedes to the sexy Latina.
"Put it in A Love Song, GIRL," belted Santana. There was a cheer from Kurt who I knew was a huge Alicia Keys fan, Brittany just bobbed along as the music started.
Eh you M, what up S,
What you want?
Want them to say.
The continued singing the upbeat song, and I had to say their voices moulded perfectly. When they finished we all cheered heartily and Brittany stood up, and grabbed my hands so I was standing up. She wanted to sing with me.
"What will we sing Sammy?" I thought for a second, and picked up Kurt's Ipod looking for the song I had in mind. When I found it I pressed play. A dance introduction blasted through the room, and when Brittany heard it she squealed. I knew she loved Adam Lambert. We began dancing funnily and when the time cam to sing Brittany started. Her voice was very good, she had just the voice for this song. We sang the first chorus together and then when my turn to sing came we turned to our spectators. They were boogying in their seats, but I only had eyes for Kurt. When the song ended there was silence as the rest of the room started at me in a "What are you thinking" kind of way. But then Brittany came up to me and grabbed my hand.
"That was amazing Sammy, thank you," she said giving me a swift kiss on the cheek.
This seemed to break the others out of their reveries and a raucous chorus of cheers and applause broke out, which, for just three people was immense. We all sang one more song until Kurt stood up and left the room, leaving everyone puzzled. We were left in silence for five minutes until he came back with a tray full of blood red drinks. Cosmos, I thought. Now the party was starting.