Chapter 8

Dates

"Jeff!" Kurt yelled as he ran after him, "Blaine and I wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"We wanted to talk to you about something, but it is kind of private," said Blaine.

They both grabbed an arm and pulled him into an empty classroom nearby.

"Wait, this is about what I think it is, is it?"

Kurt pulled a pamphlet out of his back pocket that had two male symbols hooked together and in bold baby blue letters said; 'IT'S OKAY TO BE GAY'.

"Oh my god, not you too."

"It's okay if you are afraid. I saw Puck and Karofsky throw you in the dumpster," Kurt informed him as he grabbed his shoulder.

"And you didn't help me! Never mind that, but that doesn't make me gay."

"Well Karofsky is a known homophobe," Blaine started.

"And Puck?" Jeff added.

"We know you have a crush on him."

"WHAT!" Jeff was outraged by their proposal.

"Well, the way you glimpse at him and the way he beats you up…" Kurt stated.

"I'm sorry, but your reasoning is way off. He and I have been fighting since I got here and called his house a pigsty."

"Really, that's it?" Blaine asked, looking disappointed.

"You guys didn't want me to go gay with you two did you?"

"NO!" Kurt yelled, "Yep, you must be straight thinking that all gay guys want to do is get into your pants."

"We were just certain of our thoughts and wanted to help you get through the bullying," Blaine apologized.

"Well, I am sorry that you were mistaken. Now I must be going," he left the boys standing there dumbstruck and got in the car with Finn, Brittney, Naomi and Ivan Flores.

"What was that all about?" Finn asked.

"Kurt just thought I was gay and had a crush on Puckerman."

"Yeah, he does that a lot. He did the same thing to Sam just because his hair wasn't his natural color."

They drove off and Finn and Brittney went into his room while Ivan Flores and Naomi went down to the room that he and Jeff shared.

"Finn, I'm going to borrow your car to go practice with Santana and Brittany!" he yelled.

"Whatever man. Good luck trying to get them to practice when you aren't making out!" he yelled back.

Jeff began to shake as he grabbed the keys from the counter and went out to the car.

"Are you excited, he should be here to pick you up at any minute?" Alegandra asked Bella.

"Of course I'm excited, but you and Puckerman better behave, because I think all of us would tear him to shreds if he did something to you."

"I won't let him."

"Well, he has a habit of getting girls drunk before drilling them."

"I don't drink."

"You would if you really loved him and it meant that you could kiss him."

" I would not!"

Just then the doorbell rang and Bella ran to the door. She was wearing an elegant silk turquoise dress and the velvet red heels. She flung it open to reveal Sam in a black tux and bolo tie.

"Are you ready?" he asked as he reached his hand out to her.

"Yes, thank you," she said and grabbed his arm as they walked to his car.

"Thanks for saying goodbye!" Alegandra yelled out the door.

"Bye!" she yelled back.

Shortly after they left Puck pulled up. He grabbed a box from his car and knocked on the door.

"Hi, Puck."

"Hi, umm…"

"ALEGANDRA!"

"Yeah that."

She glanced at his arms noticing that he had brought a six-pack of wine coolers.

"I'm sorry, but I don't drink."

"Correction, girly, you don't drink in your world."

"No, I don't drink in any world."

"Gee, I guess that geek Jeff's innocence rubbed off on all of you."

"Well, I guess one drink wouldn't hurt."

Puck popped the cap off the wine cooler and handed it to her, knowing that was the first step to his plan.

" I have reservations for Evans," Sam informed the hostess who then showed them to a cable that was decorated with a table cloth and candle, unlike all of the other tables.

"We have places like this in our town, but we call them Olive Gardens," Bella said in an attempt to spark a conversation.

"Really, that's cool."

'Well, that ruined that plan,' she thought.

"Do you like your shoes?" he added, "I saw that you were wearing them."

"Yes, they are amazing. Thank you so much for that."

They waitress came and they both ordered some spaghetti and ice water.

"Your eyes are beautiful."

"Th…thank you," she began to blush, "I… I have an idea for our duet."

"Really?" he asked, looking disappointed that she didn't compliment him in return.

"Yeah, Next To You by Conor Maynard & Ebony Day. I love that song."

"That…that's a love song."

"I know, I mean, we are on a date right?"

This made Sam happy, because his first relationship at this school didn't turn out very well, considering she cheated on him and then left him to boot. Finally their food came and they continued to talk about their duet and how cool it would be if they won the competition and got to sing for the whole crowd at Sectionals.

Jeff walked up to the door to Santana's apartment that reminded him a lot of the outside of Puck's house and knocked hoping that she was close to the door and would let him in before he was mugged or raped.

"Hi, come in," she said, opening the door to reveal a small one room apartment with a kitchen just feet away from the bed, where Brittany sat, and a couch that faced the bed instead of the TV for some reason.

"Did you want something to drink?" she asked, "I have Millers, Wine Coolers, and Brandy."

"I'm sorry, but I don't really drink."

"Gee, I guess Puck won that bet, because he said that you wouldn't try to drink anything."

Determined to not do anything that Puck wanted him to do he thinks about which drink would be the most outrageous. "I'll take the Brandy."

She looked shocked at his choice, which meant he must have chosen the right one.

"Umm… Do you want it on the rocks or mixed with something?"

He decided to pull an even bigger risk. "I want to take shots."

"Really, 'cause I don't even do shots?"

"I am sure."

"She grabbed a shot glass out of her cupboard and filled it with brandy. She gave it to him and he took it all down in one gulp.

He tried to mask the fact that it was absolutely disgusting, but it was extremely difficult. "I want another."

"We didn't bet that you would get wasted, okay. You don't need to do this."

"I am doing this because I want to."

She poured him another glass, and another, and another, and another. He finally was starting to sway a bit and almost tripped over the couch.

"We also had another bet, me and Puck," she added.

"What… is … What is it?" his speech was starting to slur and he was still falling all over the place.

"That I wouldn't be able to get you to give up your V-Card to me."

He thought about it for a moment, 'Shit, I am so drunk, and that would teach those them to call me gay.'

"I'll do it," he said.

So Santana pushed him down on the couch as she and Brittany started to make out on the bed in order to turn him on.

"Gee, I wonder what everyone else is doing right now?" Naomi asked while she was sitting next to Ivan Flores on the bed.

"I don't know. Finn and Britt are probably still rehearsing and I think I heard Kurt get home, so Rachel is probably with him."

"I am really worried about Jeff. Maybe we should call him, and make sure he is okay. She lives in Lima Heights Adjacent, and he might be hurt."

"Fine, I'll give him a call." Ivan Flores grabbed his phone and went through his contacts pressing send when he got to Jeff.

"What Bitch?" Jeff yelled into the phone.

"Dude, are you fucking okay? You sound like you're drunk."

"No shit! I am about to have some really awesome sex, so I am going to go."

"Jeff wait!"

"Why so you can call me a queer again? I am sick and tired of people thinking I'm gay. Just cause I have more girl friends than guys and I like fucking Glee doesn't mean shit. So I am going to prove them all wrong tonight."

The phone went dead.

"Oh my god! We need to get to him now, before he makes the biggest mistake of his life." Naomi yelled.