AN: I told you guys that this chapter was going to be dramatic, so you've been warned. I'd like to thank those of you who took the poll yesterday. Wevid and Niff will be coming in about two or three chapters from here. I've still got to write what all goes down on Sunday. And I'd like to remind everyone that if you send me prompts, I will turn them into one-shots or another chapter story! So without further ado, here's Chapter Seven!
Chapter Seven: The Going-Away Party
Blaine's Perspective
I felt so free after I told Kurt about my hesitations. He seemed so confident to prove me wrong, to show me that he wouldn't run away, but I wasn't so sure. I decided to leave the worrying for another day, relaxing into Kurt's embrace. The movie day was a good choice to unwind and for me to calm down. Now all that I was worried about was the party that Kurt and I would be attending in just less than an hour.
Once the credits rolled onto the TV screen after watching Rent, Kurt squeezed me close to him, then let go. I sighed at the loss of his arms around me, crawling to sit next him. "Thanks." I mumbled awkwardly.
Kurt smiled and shrugged. "I'm here when you need me, and always will be." he guaranteed.
I forced myself not to roll my eyes and just nod in return. "So we better get ready for Rachel's party." I said lightly while changing the topic with ease.
"Well, first off, I think our outfits are magnificent. Yours matches your dapper personality, and mine screams fashionista. What I think we need to do, is give you a facial." Kurt spoke sweetly.
"You're kidding." I replied, completely dumbfounded.
"I have a moisturizing routine every night, Blaine. Facials are part of my daily life. I'm far from kidding." he returned.
"I- I don't know. Not right now. I'm too freaked out about the party, anyway. I'm freaked out that Rachel will scream at you, and I'm freaked out that this will be a mistake and that I should've never agreed to it… I'm always so worried." I rambled in fear.
"Hey," Kurt said with a caring tone, "don't worry about it. Let's have fun tonight, alright? It's your last day with those New Directions before your transfer. I think it would be best if you made the most of it."
I sighed. Why did he always have to be so calm and right about everything? I picked up the pieces of me and got myself together. I've got to loosen up, relax, and have fun. "Fine. I'm doing this for you." I half-whined.
Kurt shook his head in disapproval. "No. You're doing this for you and your Glee Club members, to have something funny to look back on, and start a new beginning." He then extended his pinkie towards me with a childish smirk on his face. "Pinkie swear?" he practically pleaded.
There was no way I could resist those puppy eyes. I instantly gave in, linking our pinkies together to seal the deal. "Pinkie swear." I confirmed.
Rachel's House; 6:54pm
Kurt and I drove my car to Rachel's place, heading up the sidewalk to walk to the door together. He flashed me a reassuring smile and I gave him a weak one in return, leaning forward to press the doorbell. The chime went on for only two seconds before the door flew open and I was bombarded with a bucket of confetti. "Blaine! Tonight is all about you and all of our friendships. We're going to miss your talent, man. But most of all, we're going to miss you. So grab a beer and let's have a good time. Bring that preppy boyfriend of yours in too." Puck informed me with a wink.
Finn raised his eyebrows at us. "Do you have something to tell me?" he tested us the second we stepped inside.
"Minus the fact Puck just assumed that we're dating when we're not, nope. Nothing at all." Kurt snapped back at him, I had to fight a twinge of disappointment in my chest, he seemed to hate the idea of us being together…
Santana already looked a little wasted when Kurt and I reached the basement. She slightly stumbled over to me, smirking like a mad woman, she then poked a well-manicured finger at Kurt's chest, causing him to look down. Santana then flicked her finger up, somewhat smacking his nose in the process. "Got'cha!" she wailed then ran back to Brittany's side.
"Huh." I said simply.
"What the hell was that?" Kurt asked in confusion, wrinkling his nose from her previous action.
"That was Santana being giggly, and not going all 'Lima Heights on your ass.'" I stated simply with a shrug.
"Well that's… well… different. And wait, didn't you say she's the one Finn lost his V-card to?" he asked to double-check.
I smirked and nodded. "Sure did. Rachel's still pretty pissed about that. But she's doing well on her own, if you don't include the rage songs she sings to him in Club more often than not."
Kurt rolled his eyes with a smile. "One hell of a family you've got here, Blaine." he added.
"Indeed." I replied while snatching two beers from a cooler next to me. "Want one?" I asked lightly.
He flashed me a wide grin and took one. "I think tonight I need to let loose too." he spoke warmly while opening his bottle in one twist.
I took a sip from mine, not particularly interested in getting drunk, I wanted to make this one beer last me the whole night. Therefore I'd be sober enough to remember everything that happened. To me, it seemed to be an awesome idea. To Kurt, it probably seemed silly because he already drowned his first beer while I was thinking to myself.
Puck raced over and gave him a high five. "Way to go, buddy! Didn't know you had it in you!" he cheered.
Kurt fake gasped in a mock-offended way. "Are you saying you don't think I can handle a few drinks without passing out?"
Puck's grin became devious. "Is that a challenge, Kurt?"
Kurt thought for a split second before grabbing another beer and cracking it open. "Hell yeah it is."
Well, there went my only form of sober entertainment. Now it was just Finn and I that weren't drinking by the gallons, like everyone else. Rachel scurried towards me while giggling and I shot her a confused glance before she pulled me into a tight hug. "Oh Blaine-y. I'm gonna miss you so so so so so much, ya know? I mean you're so, like, cool. And if you were straight, I would so totally make out with your face. Then Finn would be jealous. We're gonna be friends forever and ever and ever." She gushed while clinging to me.
"Um… Rachel?" I spoke hoarsely.
"Yes, Mr. Blaine-y?" she said in a slurred tone.
"I can't… breathe…" I choked out and she dropped her arms from around me.
"Oops! Sorry!" she apologized then raced off to be someone else's problem. I knew I shouldn't have agreed to this… That's when I looked at Kurt and Puck, and my jaw dropped.
Kurt had four bottles lying next to him and he seemed to be in quite the haze. Puck had five and he was falling off his chair as he attempted to drink his sixth. "Alright, alright, alright." Kurt slurred out. "You win."
Then Kurt got off his chair and stumbled towards me. I had to hold back a snicker because he was quite the interesting drunk. "Hey, Kurt. You doing alright?" I questioned him calmly.
"Nev'r been an-ny bett'r." he mumbled with a drunken smile spread across his face.
"Hey everyone!" Rachel practically screamed as she bounced on one of the couches that Tina and Mercedes were passed out on. "Spin-The-Bottle!" she cheered while throwing her arms up in the air with excitement.
Kurt grabbed my hand and tugged me over to the circle that was forming. I sat back a bit so I wouldn't be a part of the actual game. But for some weird reason, Kurt really wanted me to tag along, so I had no choice but to watch my friends make out with each other if they weren't already passed out. My best friend was giggling slightly as an empty beer bottle was set in the middle of the circle. Puck went first, spinning it quickly with it landing on Quinn. They gave each other a quick peck and were given a series of boo's. One of the hecklers happened to be Kurt.
"Come on, chickens can probably, like, make out bett'r than you guys." he murmured. He was backed up by a group of drunken mumbles, so they kissed again, making it much more worthwhile to please their drunk friends. "That was good. Good." Kurt approved while clapping his hands with a few of my other friends, completely out of sync, I might add.
Next up was Quinn, and she landed on… no. Kurt. Kurt beamed up at her then gave her a devious smile. "I guess it's yer luck-y day." he teased, inching closer to her. She giggled and rolled her eyes, so I assumed she wasn't as smashed as everyone else was. Then their lips met, and the kiss quickly intensified. I stiffened and closed my eyes for a moment, pretending that they weren't making out. They were just shaking hands and getting to know each other, yeah. That's it. Then I opened my eyes again and I sighed. Yeah, no. They were making out. A few wolf calls were used, and after a few more painful seconds, they stopped and resumed to their original spots. They're drunk, it doesn't matter. He's gay. He's your best friend, not your boyfriend. Calm down, Blaine!
Kurt grabbed the bottle and spun it. I winced as it began to slow and it landed on… Rachel. Of all people, why did it have to land on the person right next to me? Rachel smirked and quickly closed the gap between then, tugging him towards her with the scarf I chose for him. I couldn't help but let my jealousy show. I glowered at them, and when their kissing got a bit too much for me to handle, (considering they were directly in front of me) I turned away, pretending to text someone instead. This seriously shouldn't be making me as frustrated as it is right now. Once their kissing ended, I added myself into the circle, my right thigh was pressed against his left and he gave me a wicked grin. I blushed at his gesture and avoided the hazy stares.
Rachel spun the bottle excitedly, muttering Finn's name under her breath until it landed on… me. It would've been Kurt again. So I swallowed my fear and leant in to kiss her. She wasn't very hesitant, she just dived into my lips, claiming them as her own. I wanted to pull away, but she seemed to want to put on quite the show. I reluctantly continued to kiss her back, counting the seconds that had gone by, before oxygen became a necessity and she broke the kiss. "Not as good as pretty boy." She commented before handing me the bottle.
I couldn't help but feel awkward. Tonight was a night about letting go, I promised Kurt that much, so I might as well keep it. I sighed and spun the bottle quickly and I watched the nozzle slow down until it landed on… Kurt. Kurt. My heart melted at the thought of this moment. But there was alcohol on our breath and he wasn't conscious of his decisions, so this moment could mean the world to me, but nothing to him. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. When I looked at Kurt's eyes, there seemed to be hesitation and fear in them. They were mainly masked by his goofy grin. He gulped, which shocked me, then leant in to initiate our very first kiss. This was the one I thought I was going to remember forever, that moment where you freeze in time and can't help but feel so much passion for the one you're kissing. But, I didn't let myself feel any of that. It was just Kurt and I locking lips at a drunken party. He was smashed and would probably forget about this moment, so it didn't matter. Maybe I did feel a slight warm sensation, but I wouldn't let myself get into thinking about it. After a few moments of bliss, I pulled away for air.
Kurt's eyes fluttered opened and he gazed at me in a way I've never seen him look at me before. He growled before snatching my shirt in his hand and tugging me back towards him. Our lips met again, dancing together as if they were supposed to. It was a rough and sloppy kiss, but it was another kiss with Kurt, and that's all that mattered to me. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and melted into him as our kissing became more heated. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and taking me out of the circle of drunken New Directions. I didn't really care about anything right now, because even while Kurt was drunk, he was one hell of a kisser. Our noses pressed up against each other and our eye lashes tickled each other's faces. Everything was fine until the second he dropped me softly on a comfy mattress, and I froze.
"Kurt… no." I said in a quiet and scared voice.
Kurt stopped kissing my neck and looked at me and pouted, "I want you so bad, though." Then continued to kiss further down my neck, coating my collar bone with light and ticklish kisses.
I sat upright and glared at him. "Kurt, we're not a couple, we just met, and I'm not okay with losing my V-card with my drunk best friend. Even if you are the guy I'm totally crushing on, just stop it!" I informed him boldly.
Kurt sat back a bit, before leaning back towards my face. "I knew it." he muttered before kissing my lips softly again.
I sighed in relief before I comprehended what he said. Wait…what? "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.
Kurt kissed me a bit rougher this time, but broke away and whispered in my ear, "That you like me."
How did he...? Oh. I felt like slapping myself right there, I felt like a total idiot. Then again, I willingly made out with my best friend too, so letting loose got out of hand. I should've never invited him. Before Kurt could cover my face with kisses again, I got off the bed and stood up, facing him. He did the same and utter confusion crossed his face. "Kurt, I really care about you, but this just isn't okay. I'm going to pretend that nothing happened from now on. I-I just think it's best if I go." I told him seriously.
Kurt pouted before leaning in slowly and giving me a long kiss. "But it's fun." he whined as he disengaged the action.
I groaned, almost falling into his trap, and shook my head. "I'll… text you tomorrow. Finn's downstairs, he's not drinking, you should ask him to take you home. Goodnight, Kurt." I finalized, before turning on my heels, to do what I do best, run away.
I raced down the stairs as fast as I could without falling, then flung open the door and ran to my car, starting up the engine and flooring it to my house. I couldn't take it anymore, so I let the tears fall. I just broke my own heart. My vision began to get blurry and I choked on sobs that erupted from my throat. "What have I done?" I called out to myself.
All it took was one beer, to lead to one heartbreak. But now, all it took was two unsafe drivers to cause my airbag to go off, and for my vision to blacken out, the blood to drip down my temple as glass cracked in front of me, and for my tear-stained face and sobs to freeze as I slumped into the wheel I held, letting the darkness consume me, as to what I hoped would be for good.