A/N: So sorry it took me so long to update. I was busy with Grovesdale High and making a decision about how the next ten chapters were going to work, in preperation for chapter 50 :D

This chapter is rather unrealistic, but whatever...

Rating: T...it's just groping..

Edit: I'm a noob. Thank you for pointing out the 4/4. I totally knew that . .

"So…what exactly are we doing here again?"

They sat in Rachel's basement, like they had a few short months ago. Things had changed, relationships had developed, but the people remained the same.

"Partying, what do you think we're doing?" Puck asked.

Rachel glanced around at them all, sitting on the sofas, just staring at each other.

"Some party."

Puck pulled out the large bag he had been carrying, producing bottles and cartons of alcoholic beverages. Finn's eyes widened.

"Dude, we promised Mr. Shue"

"The pledge!" Mike called.

Puck sighed, as the rest of them looked on with concern.

"Look, how many times have you lied, or done something to make someone happy? Wasn't that what we were doing with the pledge? As if we're not going to drink again – we're teenagers for god sakes. It's like our duty to break the rules."

They looked unconvinced – well, everyone except Lauren.

"It's summer holidays – meaning no school. Therefore, we can crash here for a couple of days, sleeping and eating off the hangover. When did you say your dads would be back?"

"In six days, conveniently." She muttered.

"Exactly! We drink tonight, work it off for a couple of days and return home like nothing ever happened."

"And how do we explain not coming home?" Tina asked.

"Simple. It's Glee camp!"

A few of them actually started nodding.

"But…Mr. Shue. We promised him." Mercedes muttered.

"Shue said 'at least until Nationals', if I remember correctly…" Quinn muttered.

Puck sighed. "Look, if you don't want to drink, that's fine. Hang around for the party and you can go home later."

Mercedes looked over at Kurt and Blaine, who'd been silent. "What do you guys think?"

"Technically, we never made any pledge, so we can get away with this guilt-free, however I don't know how Dad's going to react to me staying here again." Kurt grinned, looking over at Blaine. "Last time, he woke up in my bed to my very confused father."

"Kinky…" Santana mumbled under her breath.

Kurt shot her a dark look. "I can probably convince him though."

"Hey, I've got nothing better to do, and my parents couldn't care less. I'm in." Blaine grinned.

Puck didn't bother to ask Brittany, Lauren and Santana – they'd already made themselves at home with a bottle of Vodka.

"I'll just tell my parents I'm with Mike and they'll say yes." Tina shrugged and Mike nodded. "Ditto."

"Wait! Hold up! Did I say yes?" Rachel asked. The others stared at her, and Puck raised his eyebrows at her. "Fine, whatever."

"I don't want to drink, but I'm staying." Finn muttered and Puck nodded, biting back a remark about how much of a pussy he was being.

Quinn gave a long sigh before nodding.

"Definitely in." Artie grinned.

"Mom and Dad will be ho-…at the motel for the next couple of days, so it's not like I have to stay and look after my siblings. I'm in too." Sam nodded.

At this, Mercedes reconsidered. "Fine…I'll…stick around for the party, but I'm not drinking."

^.^

Mercedes didn't know when the bottle appeared in her hand, and she couldn't remember who gave it to her. Or how many she'd had. She just knew she had to stay away from Sam, or she'd end up jumping him. And that wouldn't be good while she was trying to keep their relationship a secret. With a turn, she spotted several of her friends, but none of them were remotely close to being sober, or Sam. But she was trying to stay away from Sam, so that was probably a good thing.

Kurt and Blaine were grinding and kissing in a dark corner, oblivious to the rest of the world. The music was up painfully loud – Mercedes vaguely remembered Rachel talking about soundproof walls. She giggled helplessly as Tina approached her, swaying gently.

Mike wasn't far away, clinging to Puck's shoulders as he gave him a piggy-back ride. Rachel and Finn were making out in the corner, and Mercedes couldn't remember if Finn had started drinking or not. Quinn and Santana were discussing something on the couch, sometimes shouting expletives at each other before laughing about it.

Where was Sam?

His blonde mop poked out from under Artie's chair, where he'd been wrestled and then rolled over. He was laughing hysterically as Brittany tugged as his arms, trying to get him out. Mercedes was just about to join them before Kurt let out a loud, inhumane sound – somewhere between a moan and a growl that stopped the room, making them turn towards the couple in the corner. Even Finn and Rachel looked up from their make-out session.

"Truth or Dare!" he called, covering the moan as Blaine sucked on his neck. He swallowed hard, glaring at the room, as if daring them to comment. "We should play truth or dare."

There were cheers and whoops of agreement, and they gathered in the center of the room. There were too many serious couples to play Spin the Bottle, and everyone subconsciously knew that.

"Mercedes, pick truth." Kurt said immediately, and Mercedes frowned.

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Do it anyway." Kurt mumbled, his fingertips being kissed by Blaine.

"Fine - Truth."

"Are you and …" Kurt squinted, trying to remember the boys' name. "Um. Sam! Are you and him screwing?"

Sam choked on a gummy-worm, caught between and laugh and a gasp. Mercedes paid little attention, a grin spreading across her lips as the others stared at her.

"I wouldn't call it screwing…" she mumbled slyly, giggling.

Kurt pumped his fist into the air, giving Blaine a giant kiss on the mouth.

"I knew it!" he started singing, repeating the line over and over again.

There was little reaction from the others – they were either too drunk or just didn't care.

The game didn't last long – there wasn't much more that the friends didn't know about each other and the dares started turning too sexual.

But things started slowing down.

A drunken duet was lazily slurred by Kurt and Blaine – they didn't have music or a microphone, and they weren't exactly prompted. Mercedes, Sam, Tina and Mike listened in a drunken haze.

Santana, Brittany and Lauren had seemingly passed out on the couches, sprawled partially on top of each other.

It was about three in the morning when Kurt and Blaine realized they were the only ones left awake. They'd been circling each other in an almost waltz-y position, their hands groping each other lazily and lovingly. The music was still blaring, not quite as loud and not even in a three-four time, but their waltz continued.

"I love you." Kurt kissed lazily at his mouth, sucking his lower lip, giggling slightly.

Blaine smiled and giggled back, trying to talk through the kiss. "Me too."

Kurt almost looked confused. "You love yourself?"

Blaine nodded, almost serious for a second. "And you. But you come first. I love you more than myself, more than anything in the entire world!" his voice rose, almost louder than the music.

A few people stirred and Kurt hushed him with another kiss.

"I need another drink." Blaine announced and Kurt shook his head.

"Nope. My rules."

"What rules?"

"Can't drink in the morning." Kurt pointed at the clock – it was three thirty in the morning.

"But why…?" Blaine pouted, looking so irresistibly cute that Kurt had to use all of his self-control not to give in.

"Because," Kurt planted another kiss on his mouth. "You'll wake up with an even bigger hangover than you would anyway."

Blaine frowned. "But if I don't sleep, I won't wake up."

"You'll have to sleep eventually…"

Blaine looked at Kurt as if he was stupid.

"I'll sleep when I'm not drunk."

"I don't think you can stay awake that long…"

"Why are you so…sense-making?"

Kurt pointed to the water bottle on the table. "Water after every drink…?"

"What'd that do?"

Kurt grinned, poking Blaine's chest gently. "I means I wasn't guzzling alcohol down."

"Yes you were!"

Kurt poked his tongue out. "At first I was! But then I stopped."

Blaine pouted. "You're no fun."

Kurt narrowed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaine firmly, pulling him close and grinding up against him.

"I did drink…" he hissed into Blaine's ear, nibbling his earlobe gently.

Blaine drew in a sharp breath, giggling slightly. "Okay…maybe you are fun…"

Kurt continued to plant kisses down Blaine's neck. Blaine placed both hands on Kurt's chest, scrabbling desperately for his collar and pulling him closer, their hips pressed closely. Kurt trailed one hand down Blaine's back, resting on his ass, the other hand tangling in his curly locks as he kissed up Blaine's jawline, back to his mouth.

Their hands became needy and their groping became more frantic, until Blaine ran a hand down Kurt's chest, coming to rest on his belt. Both of them looked down at Blaine's hand, their roaming hands pausing for a second, before Kurt looked up at nodded.

Blaine fumbled for a second, surprised, before he got to work, pulling at Kurt's belt until it came undone, dangling around his hips. Kurt continued to nip at Blaine's neck, surely creating hickeys. He was shivering slightly in anticipation and nervousness, but a part of him wanted this.

No. All of him wanted this.

A cough from behind them snapped the two boys back into reality, as a sleepy 'Get a room' was called. Their eyes were wide and they backed away from each other slightly, not even understanding howthey could just forget that they were in a room of people – and not just in the room, but in the middle of the room.

Kurt redid his belt, blushing furiously and Blaine looked at the ground, trying to suppress a smirk.

"What?"

"We're ridiculous." He giggled slightly.

"Yeah…just a little…"

They had been together for months, and they had barely touched each other, however Kurt wasn't quite sure that that was the particular topic Blaine was referring to. Yes, Kurt wanted to take it slow - and yes, he wanted Blaine, more than anything. How could he want two things that couldn't possibly co-exist together?

With a sigh, Kurt held his hand out to Blaine, who took it with a small smile. Blaine had been dwelling on the exact same thing. Kurt pulled Blaine to the couch and pulled him down onto it, shuffling up and cuddling next to him.

"Bedtime?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow as his arms came to rest around Kurt's frame.

"Yep." Kurt yawned, snuggling in tightly. "You're going to be sore tomorrow and so sleeping now would be most appropriate."

Blaine ignored the fact that he sounded so smart, even if he was half asleep and semi-drunk.

"I love you Blaine."

"I love you too, Kurt."

A/N: That was a bit awkward. So...I've got 8 more chapters until Chapter 50...and I need to prepare both you and myself for THE CHAPTER. Look at this, I'm building it all up and it's probably going to be all anticlimatical. Anyway...so maybe every couple of chapters will have a bit more...touching and such, and the others will be filled with pure fluff.

I also seem to fail and getting them all drunk and staying drunk. Kurt gets silly then serious...I need to practise... :P