SORRY for not updating in a long time, over 2 weeks I think, I've had a lot of stuff and stress going on at the moment... but alas, here is chapter 12. As a review said, the last chapter accomplished nothing, I agree, it was just filler, so I'm hoping that this one will turn out to be a little better, but I suppose filler is needed in ever story. A reviewer has also given me an idea for this chapter, but I'm not going to include it in this chapter, but later on in the story. This chapter is where things will become a little more risqué, not overly risqué, but its making way for what is to come... I've been thinking about how long I want this story to be, and honestly I have no idea, I would appreciate feedback on how much more ya'll would like, and again, suggestions would be cool, as I an already interested in putting some of the few that were already given into the story. anyways, enjoy, thanks everyone for reviewing, it means the world to me, please keep it up .

Chapter 12 – We'll Be Alright

Kurt's POV.

I watched Sam approach the house from the sitting room window and saw that he looked more upset than I had ever seen him in my life. It tore my heart in two. I had made him feel like that. This made me feel like a monster, but I bit that back and went to answer the door as I saw him walk up to my front door. When I opened the door I smiled feebly at him, but he looked too upset to do anything but pout.

"Sam, I'm so sorry, I never meant to act like that, but you have to understand where I am coming from," I said as he stepped sheepishly into my hallway.

"I know Kurt, but you also have to understand that Quinn has and continue to mean a lot to me. Yes I love her, but not in the way you think. We have helped each other out of many tough patches, but I don't love her in the way that you are assuming," Sam said to me, and my heart fell. How could I have been so stupid? Of course he was going to love her as a friend after spending almost the last several months together.

"I know, Sam, I'm sorry, do you forgive me?" I asked, almost pleading.

"How could I ever not forgive you Kurt Hummel?" the tall blonde boy said to me, arching his neck and planting a kiss on my lips. Again, flames erupted in every part of my body, but I pushed him away from me.

"Not here, what if my father, or Carole came down and saw?" I told him, worry heavy in my voice.

"Shit, sorry, I forgot," the blonde boy said to me apologetically.

"Sam, I think we need to speak to the girls downstairs, and ask them not to repeat anything to Quinn, because she till murder the both of us if she found out we were doing this before you guys broke up,"

"I agree, Quinn can be dangerous," Sam replied, letting out a goofy giggle, which turned out to be infectious as I was soon chuckling with him.

Sam's POV

Wow, Kurt and I had got through our first little tiff, even before we were booth officially together. He was a fierce opponent, maybe that's where Quinn learned from. This thought made me giggle silently to myself, as we walked down to Kurt's underground boudoir. When we got down there the girls clearly had had more to drink, and quickly enough I saw the alcohol Santana had provided sitting on a table near Kurt's bed.

They didn't notice we were there until Kurt let out a loud growl in his throat, to try and catch their attention. As soon as he did this there was silence, and the girls turned to look at the source of the noise.

"Girls, myself and Sam have a massive favour we wish to ask of you," Kurt said, taking my hand in his.

"Well, spit it out then boys," Rachel said, leaning on Mercedes for support, as she could not, evidently, support herself entirely on her own. This made me want to chuckle, but I bit the chuckle back because what Kurt was about to ask was very serious.

Kurt explained out dilemma to the four inebriated girls before us. At first they seemed shocked of what we were asking of them, but as Kurt elaborated a little bit more they seemed to ease up to the idea.

"If it's what you want, of course we will do it," Rachel said almost soberly. The other three murmured their agreement and automatically went back to their drunken dancing.

"Well that went well, didn't it?" I said turning to Kurt.

"It has appeared to, but we still can't put much faith in what they say, they are drunk at the moment, we'll just have to speak to them again," Kurt replied, giving me stern eyes.

"Well now look who's being the kill joy," I said to Kurt, giving him a flirty look.

"Quiet, Evans, let's get a drink," he said dragging me over to my bag was and extracted the vodka I had brought over.

"On the hard stuff already are we?" I said planting a rough kiss on Kurt's porcelain cheek.

"There's no better way to party, my dear," Kurt replied placing his arms around my waist and grabbing my ass with horny fury. All of a sudden I shoved him away, giving him shocked eyes.

"We can't do that here, not in front of them," I said, shock weighing my voice.

"Sam Evans, I would do it anywhere with you, and not care in the slightest," Kurt told me, and forced his soft lips upon my own, kissing me with a rough passion I didn't know he was capable of.

When he broke away from the kiss, he bent low and picked up the bottle of vodka that he had thrown on the bed so he could grab me in that amazing but inappropriate way. Giving me a wink he got two shot glasses and filled them to the top. Wow this night was going to be amazing. He handed me one of the glasses and we counted to three. On three we threw the vodka to the back of our throats and swallowed. The burn was almost incapacitating, but it disappeared as soon as it came. I looked towards Kurt and he had a grimace of disgust etched on his beautiful face.

"This make you feel better?" I said, grabbing him y the hands and forcing him closer to me. I bent down and kissed him deeply, or tongues exploring every millimetre of each other's mouths.

"Oh wow, I could get drunk on that alone," Kurt said when he pulled away from the wet embrace I forced upon him.

"Well maybe we will be getting even drunker tonight then," I winked at him. He blushed at this but I simply placed another swift kiss on his rose lips and turned to pour myself more vodka, this time with coke. I gave him one more quick look and another wink and walked off to join the girls, leaving him standing there reeling in feelings, which I was sure were the same as what I were feeling.

Kurt's POV

I just stared after him, passion and fire burning in my veins. I couldn't even feel Santana poking me trying to snap me out of my stupor until she slapped me round the face.

"Hey, Kurt, come dance," she said to me once she had my attention.

"Two seconds Santana, I need another drink," I told her, pouring myself another vodka shot and downing it straight away.

"Oh trying to find some Dutch courage are we?" She asked elbowing me as I coughed and gagged because of the vile sensation of vodka working its way down my throat.

"Santana, I need nothing of the sort," I said dramatically, making Santana Lopez laugh gleefully.

"Well in that case, I'll have a shot too," she said winking at me.

I poured myself and Santana a shot and followed the same routine that Sam and I had. Counted to three and shoved the powerful liquid to the back of our throat. This time the liquid seemed to glide down my throat with ease, as I had done two already. Santana just shrugged the pungent drink off with a smack of her lips and poured herself a decent portion of vodka and mixed it with coke. I just stood there awestruck, watching her bounce straight back and take more. She had obviously done this more times than I had.

"Let's dance, stud" she said taking my hand and bringing me over to the girls and Sam. Just as we had got to the faux dance floor the song changed and my heart skipped a beat. Single Ladies blasted over the stereo. This meant one thing. I had to dance. I got into my positions and began dancing like a mad man. I paid no attention to anyone in the room and other than the music there was no other sound but the sound of hollering and whooping. Halfway during the song I decided to risk a glance at Sam and saw that he too was enjoying the spectacle. I threw his a quick smile and a cheeky wink and he beamed at me. After three minutes of solid dancing the music stopped and I stood there panting. I could barely breathe. When I finally caught my breath I looked up at my tiny audience, and they broke out in applause, all except Sam. He just walked up to me and gave me a rough kiss and whispered into my ear, "You have no idea how turned on I am right now, Kurt Hummel."