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Hello dear readers, we have reached 30 (the age I'll be in 5 years time *yikes*)
Please, read on, enjoy the party… you know I never really went to a big wild house party like you see in movies and tv shows… do they actually happen in real life?
Chapter 30 – Friday Night Party
Friday night arrived and as previously agreed, Kurt dictated what Rachel, Quinn and Mercedes would wear to the party.
"I must say ladies, you are all looking fabulous," Kurt declared. "It is undeniable, when it comes to fashion, I am quite simply a genius," he took a bow.
"Ok, white boy, you did good," Mercedes praised him.
"Thanks, Kurt," Quinn smiled at him. Even with this baby bump he's managed to pick an outfit that makes me feel pretty, Rachel heard Quinn think. I haven't felt pretty like this for months.
"Well, if everybody's ready I guess we should go and meet the others," Rachel suggested.
"Can you believe we're actually going to a real High School party?" Mercedes asked Kurt excitedly as they left Rachel and Quinn's house and all clambered into Kurt's car.
"Try not to get too excited," Kurt warned her. "This High School party might not be what you're hoping it will be."
"A party is what you want it to be," Mercedes replied. "If you're going to have a negative attitude all night then you will have a super lame time. Personally, I'm planning to just look fabulous and have fun dancing with my friends. It'll be a good night because I'll make it a good night. Nobody's putting Mercedes Jones in a corner."
"Quinn," Kurt said to the pregnant girl sat in the backseat with Rachel. "You're the only one here who has actually been to real parties before. Tell us, what are we getting ourselves into?"
"It's a party," Quinn shrugged, one hand resting on her stomach. "The music will be loud, the house will be crowded. There will be plenty of drinking going on and a lot of the guys tend to act more drunk than they really are because they think it makes them look cool. There's bound to be at least one fight at some point and people tend to hook up at parties. Oh and word of advice, if there are any snacks and nibbles… do NOT eat them and I would recommend that you girls squat above the toilet seat rather than actually sitting on it tonight. And if this house has a pool in the garden then there's a high chance people will strip off and jump in naked. If that's something you decide to do then you would be wise to leave your clothing with a trusted friend first."
"Jumping naked into a swimming pool?" Kurt asked. "Seriously, people actually do that?"
"Santana and Brittany do it all the time," Quinn answered.
"Looks like the others are already here," Mercedes commented as Kurt found a place to park. "See, there's Tina, Mike, Puck…"
"And my gorgeous awesome boyfriend," Rachel added seeing Artie. "Did you know he's actually a really good dancer? He might even be Mike and Brittany good."
"Santana, Brittany, Matt and Finn are over there too," Kurt said.
"Quinn?" Rachel asked the blonde gently. "Are you sure you're up for this? We could just go home and have a girls' night if you want."
"No, it's fine," Quinn insisted. "You've been looking forward to this."
"It's only a party," Rachel argued.
"A party you are desperate to attend," Quinn pointed out knowingly. "I'll be fine," she assured her.
The four teenagers climbed out of the car and walked along the pavement to meet the rest of the New Directions.
"Hey," Rachel greeted them all with a bright smile. "You look really good," she complimented Artie and Finn rolled his eyes.
"Not compared to you," Artie replied stealing a quick kiss.
"Just to clarify, who are our designated drivers?" Matt asked.
"I'm driving and therefore staying sober," Kurt announced.
"I'm the non-drinking driver for these three tonight," Tina stated indicating to Puck, Artie and Finn.
"And I'm driving Matt and the girls," Mike said.
"Ok, then I guess we're ready for the best High School party ever," Rachel bounced on the balls of her feet before taking Artie's hand and linking arms with Quinn to lead the way up the garden path and to the party house.
"Really think this will be the best High School party ever?" Kurt asked Puck doubtfully.
"It'll be the best party I've ever been to," Puck replied.
"Really? What makes you so sure?" Kurt asked.
"Because you'll be there," Puck smiled.
"Your boy's kinda cute when he gets corny," Mercedes giggled into Kurt's ear as they all followed after Rachel, Artie and Quinn.
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Once they were inside, it became clear to Kurt that the party was pretty much everything Quinn suggested it would be. The music was loud and there were far too many people in the house for Kurt's liking. Five minutes in and Kurt had already heard at least five jocks brag about how drunk they were.
Rachel and Artie had managed to find space to dance in the middle of the lounge and it seemed that everybody at the party wanted the opportunity to dance near them and say hello. Tina had wandered out into the backyard, taking Mike with her. Santana and Brittany had taken Mercedes to the kitchen and were introducing her to a drinking game. Puck had somehow acquired a beer as soon as he walked in and had downed it in one before joining in an arm-wrestling challenge. Matt and Finn hovered around Kurt and Quinn awkwardly for a while before Finn headed to the kitchen and Matt crossed the room to cheer Puck on.
"Any chance we could find somewhere to sit down?" Kurt asked Quinn above the music.
"Not likely," Quinn answered. "The sofa's already taken." The pair looked to where a blonde Cheerio and a Football jock were dry-humping on the couch. With the girl's blonde hair and the boy's tanned skin, it almost looked like Quinn and Matt. The resemblance was uncomfortable and Quinn had to look away. "We could sit on the staircase," she suggested and Kurt nodded, keeping a firm hold on her hand as he led the way. "So, how's your first High School party going?" Quinn asked wryly as they sat halfway up the stairs.
"Personally I've never had much interest in coming to such an event," Kurt told her. "The music is awful, some of the fashion choices are giving me an eyesore and the atmosphere overall is not one I'm comfortable with. Thankfully my present company is so much more than delightful."
"Thanks," Quinn smiled with a light laugh. "To tell you the truth I never really enjoyed these things either. I only ever showed up to parties because I was popular and people expected me to make an appearance. But really the whole thing is too wild for me. Especially now," she placed a hand on her stomach protectively as somebody came running down the stairs, nearly stepping on Kurt's hand along the way. "I don't know if it was the smartest decision for me to be here."
"I could drive you back home," Kurt offered.
"No," Quinn shook her head. "If I left too early Rachel would worry and she'd feel obligated to come home with me. But she's been looking forward to tonight. She should enjoy it as much as she can."
"So strange to think you two are actually friends now," Kurt mused.
"We have more in common than either of us ever realised," Quinn commented. "And she's really been there for me through, well, everything. She had no reason to. I'd only ever been awful to her. But she was being a true friend towards me before I'd even really earned her friendship. I can't thank her enough for that."
A group of girls stampeded up the stairs together, heading to the bathroom.
"I'm not so sure this is such a great place to sit," Kurt said shaking his hand out after one of the girls had crushed his hand with her high-heels.
"We could grab a drink, non-alcoholic of course, and maybe head outside?" Quinn suggested and Kurt nodded his agreement before helping her stand and leading her through the crowded house to the kitchen.
The pair found some lemonade before stepping out into the backyard. There were plenty of people in the garden but it wasn't nearly as crowded as it was inside the house. There also seemed to be a number of teenagers paired up and in some cases doing more than just making out. Down the bottom of the garden where the shadows were darkest, Tina had Mike pinned to a tree with his shirt ripped open as she alternated between making-out with him and nipping at different parts of his exposed flesh.
To Kurt and Quinn's great surprise, Mercedes had stripped down to her underwear and joined an underwear-clad Brittany and Santana in the pool. Mercedes had indulged her powers to keep the water at a pleasant and relaxing temperature.
"We haven't even been here for half an hour yet," Kurt sighed after checking the time. "How long are we expected to stay here for?"
"Until the early hours of the morning or until the cops come out," Quinn answered him. "Whichever comes first."
"Cops?" Kurt repeated.
"It doesn't happen with every party," Quinn said. "Just the ones that get really out of hand and as far as I can tell this party is still fairly tame at the moment. But it's still early, everything could change."
"Hmm, I sincerely doubt that I'll ever agree to attend a High School party again," Kurt remarked.
"Maybe we could have a party of our own sometime," Quinn said. "Just us Glee kids. If we're amongst friends a little party might actually be enjoyable. We could dance, play a few games, even have karaoke. And if its just us then eating snacks wouldn't be considered a health risk."
"I suppose something like that might be enjoyable," Kurt conceded. "But this…" he gestured to the happenings going on around them. "This is pretty much my idea of hell. I'm just grateful I have you to talk to otherwise I'd be standing on my own in a corner trying to look invisible. Well, actually, I would just make myself invisible. It has turned out to be quite a convenient little trick to have."
"I wish I'd been in that Choir Room with you sometimes," Quinn revealed. "I think if maybe I'd gotten hit by that weird light thing too then I'd have some kind of superpower and maybe it would make all of this seem easier," she gestured down to her stomach.
"If you could choose a superpower, what would it be?" Kurt asked out of interest.
"I certainly wouldn't say no to your invisibility tricks sometimes," Quinn answered. "People used to notice me when I walked down the corridors. They parted ways just so I could walk by. Then when it got out that I was pregnant people were whispering, pointing, staring and laughing. Now they barely even notice that I'm there. To some extent I already feel invisible. It would be nice to be invisible for real. That way I could at least pretend its my decision not to be seen rather than people no longer thinking I'm worth being seen."
"You are not invisible, Quinn," Kurt told her. "And you are worth being seen whether the idiots at our school realise it or not."
"You're sweet," Quinn smiled. "That's something I never saw before. Before Glee Club, I never really noticed you, not properly. To me you were just…"
"That loser gay kid in the weird clothes?" Kurt supplied and she nodded guiltily.
"I was too self-involved and arrogant to see anything more than that," Quinn admitted. "I never saw Artie as a good-looking, sweet and talented guy either. I just saw the wheelchair. I guess being invisible has its advantages. Now that nobody sees me I can see all of them and I see them for who they really are. Most importantly, I see myself now and the result isn't too pretty. I don't want to go back to being the awful person I know that I was."
"So don't," Kurt told her. "Be brave enough to be the real you. You don't need a superpower to be a hero, you just need a good heart. You're giving the baby up for adoption right?"
"Yes," Quinn nodded, her hands falling to her stomach again. "It's the right thing to do."
"It's also a heroic thing to do," Kurt replied.
"Not really," Quinn objected. "I made a huge mistake and I'm just giving it to somebody else so I don't have to deal with it."
"That's not true," Kurt denied. "You could have taken the easy way out and had an abortion. But you didn't because you're stronger than that. You could have decided to keep this baby and raise it yourself even though you'd struggle to provide for it. But you're choosing to put the baby up for adoption. Not only are you ensuring that this baby gets a better life than you could offer right now, but you're enabling a couple who can't have children of their own to have a family. You're not a teenage pregnancy statistic to whoever will adopt your baby. To them, you're the bearer of their own precious little miracle. To them, you're their hero, Quinn Fabray."
"Now my baby hormones are gonna make me cry," Quinn replied and Kurt smiled affectionately at her as he dried her eyes with his shirtsleeve.
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Over by the pool, Brittany and Santana had both removed their bras and the two girls were teasingly exchanging kisses in front of an audience of seven boys. As three boys stripped naked and jumped into the water, Mercedes decided it was time to get out and she tugged on Brittany's arm to gain her attention.
"Can we head back inside now?" Mercedes asked.
"Don't you like swimming naked in the moonlight?" Brittany asked. "It's so freeing," she declared as she jumped in the water, her breasts bouncing as she created a splash.
"She's just freaking out because there's naked cock in the water now," Santana remarked.
"Hey, pretty ladies, wanna see my water-snake?" one of the naked boys in the pool asked.
"Seriously, can we get out?" Mercedes asked impatiently.
"Alright, alright," Santana agreed. "But only because those guys are so drunk they might pee in the pool."
"Aww, girls, where you going?" another boy in the pool complained.
"Yeah, carry on with the hot lesbian show," a third called out and Mercedes noted how Santana tensed up at the word 'lesbian'.
"Just because I've kissed more girls than you will ever kiss in your entire pitiful existence doesn't make me a lesbian," Santana objected heatedly.
"Looks like its Santana's time of the month," the first boy jeered.
"Sweetie, just ignore them," Brittany said reaching for her friend's hand but the Latina recoiled from the touch and snatched up her clothes before storming away from them. "Did I say something wrong?" Brittany asked Mercedes quietly.
"No girl, of course not," Mercedes assured her. "Let's just find out clothes and head back inside. We'll find Santana again in a little while."
"I didn't like the way those boys were talking to her," Brittany commented.
"No, me neither," Mercedes remarked before concentrating on the swimming pool and smiling in satisfaction when the naked boys scrambled out of it screaming when she used her powers to make the water freezing cold.
After pulling their clothes back on, the girls headed inside and found Finn making himself a sandwich in the kitchen.
"Should you be doing that?" Mercedes asked.
"What? I'm hungry," Finn shrugged.
"But this isn't your house and that's not your food," Mercedes pointed out.
"I asked Derek if I could make a sandwich and he said it was cool," Finn replied.
"It's not Derek's house either," Brittany told him.
"Oh, well, I've made it now," Finn said.
"Did you see Santana come back inside?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah," he nodded. "She looked upset but kinda scary at the same time so I didn't ask her what was wrong in case she went all Lima Heights on me. But she's probably in the bathroom," he suggested. "That's usually where girls go if they're upset right?"
"I'll go see if I can find her in the bathroom," Brittany said. "I'm usually the only one she'll talk to if she's upset. I'll find you guys later," she turned to leave before pausing and looking back round to watch Finn take another bite of his sandwich. "Hey Finn, could I get a bite of that?"
"Sure," Finn offered her the ham, mayo and peanut butter sandwich and she took a large bite.
"Mmm, delicious," she approved before turning away to find Santana.
"Have you been hanging out in this kitchen the whole time?" Mercedes asked Finn once Brittany had left.
"Pretty much," Finn shrugged. "But its cool. I like kitchens because its where all the good food is. Bite?" he offered.
"Oh hell to the no," Mercedes turned her nose up at the offered sandwich. "Do they have any tots?"
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"Santana?" Brittany called through the bathroom door. "Are you in there?"
The door opened and Jacob Ben-Israel stepped out and snapped a photo of her with his camera. Moving along, Brittany began checking the rooms.
"Oops, sorry," Brittany apologised as she walked in on a couple having sex in the master bedroom. "It sounds like your girlfriend is faking it a little, try playing with her clit a little more… I could show you where it is if you want."
"Get out," the guy hissed while the girl continued to fake her moans of pleasure.
"That was rude," Brittany decided to herself as she closed the door and proceeded to check the next room.
Unable to find Santana anywhere upstairs, Brittany ventured back downstairs looking for her friend. Walking into the living-room she spotted Santana's dark hair and made a few steps in that direction. She then saw Santana's profile in full. The girl was straddling an older boy on the sofa and kissing him passionately. Brittany wasn't entirely sure why the sight hurt her, she only knew that seeing Santana kiss somebody else hurt her very much. She did have a vague idea as to why the sight was so upsetting but Santana refused to talk about such things so Brittany hadn't found a way to understand things fully in her own head just yet. Turning her back to Santana, Brittany made her way through the crowd to return to Mercedes and Finn in the kitchen and experiment with making a new kind of sandwich.
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"Dude," Puck gripped Artie's arm and interrupted his dancing with Rachel. "Either of you seen my boy?" he asked.
"Not since we got here," Rachel said casting her eyes around for the rest of the New Directions. She could only see Santana making-out with a guy on the couch and Matt seemed to be involved in a game of spin-the-bottle. "Hey, there's Mercedes," Rachel pointed out catching a glimpse of her in the kitchen. "Maybe Kurt's with her."
"Is something wrong, man?" Artie asked Puck sensing the boy was tense.
"Look who's here," Puck replied through gritted teeth and the couple followed his eye-line to see Karofsky prowling through the mass of bodies. "I don't know where Kurt is but I wanna make sure Karofsky stays the hell away from him."
"How about Rachel checks the kitchen, I'll look upstairs and you check the backyard?" Artie suggested.
"Don't be dumb," Puck retorted. "When the gang split up in horror movies they all die, one by one."
"Noah, this is a party, not a horror movie," Rachel told him. "Just relax. I'll find Kurt," she placed two fingers to her temple and took a deep breath to open her mind. She whimpered as the voices of everybody in the house filled her mind all at once.
I'll just give her one more drink and then she won't be able to resist… does this dress make me look fat?... oh my god, what am I doing, I can't make out with my best friend's boyfriend… he's so hot… she'd look so good bent over with my cock right up her tight little… I love this song… I'm gonna throw up… my feet hurt… who is he texting?... I'm so getting laid tonight… should I sleep with him?... such a good kisser… I hate this song… Kurt Fucking Hummel.
"Follow him, follow Karofsky," Rachel instructed stalking after the larger boy with Artie and Puck in toe.
She tried to turn the voices in her head back off again but she wasn't succeeding. Her head was throbbing from the sound and she was starting to feel dizzy and weak. She stumbled into somebody and mumbled an apology determined to keep Karofsky in her sights.
"Rach, you aren't looking so good," Artie voiced his concerns, his thoughts reinforcing his worry. Shit, she's gonna faint again. I need to sit her down and get her some water or something.
"Just keep moving," Rachel responded placing her hands over her ears in a futile attempt to stop the sound of everybody's thoughts crashing about in her brain.
Stepping outside, Rachel stumbled again and couldn't quite manage to return to her feet when Artie had caught her.
"That way," Rachel pointed and Puck rushed in that direction.
"Here, sit down," Artie guided Rachel into a white plastic garden chair and the girl dropped her head to rest between her knees. "It's gonna be ok," he soothed.
"That way," Rachel repeated pointing again. "Go."
"But…" Artie made to argue.
"Please," Rachel whimpered. "Go."
He didn't want to leave her but her pleading tone was difficult to ignore. He jogged in the direction Puck had gone and was surprised to find Puck simply sitting down with Kurt and Quinn.
"You're all ok," Artie observed. "Rachel seemed kinda panicked. I thought something bad might be happening."
"Nothing's happening, we're ok," Kurt said and Quinn nodded in agreement. "Quinn and I have just been talking."
"But what about Karofsky?" Artie asked in a whisper. "Didn't he come this way?"
"He's somewhere," Puck said, his voice quiet. "I definitely saw him head this way."
"We haven't seen him," Quinn chipped in.
"Just because you can't see someone doesn't mean they're not there," Puck stated.
"Puckerman's right," Tina declared making them all jump as she appeared seemingly from nowhere. "Come on, we should all head inside. And you need to get back to Rachel," she told Artie. "I've left Mike with her but my puppy's a little on the weak side himself right now."
Without hesitation, Artie hurried back to Rachel. To a casual observer it looked like she and Mike were both suffering from alcohol-related nausea but Artie knew that wasn't the case.
"It's so loud," Rachel whimpered pathetically.
"Ssh, ssh," Artie soothed kneeling before her and cradling her head in his hands and kissing her forehead. "Block it all out, sweetie. You can do this. It's just like turning the volume down on the T.V."
Further down the garden, Kurt was helping Quinn to her feet so they could head back inside.
"Aren't you coming?" Kurt asked looking to Tina and his boyfriend.
"You go, we'll catch you up," Tina said in an authoritative tone that left no room for argument.
"What's that all about?" Puck asked once Kurt and Quinn were out of earshot.
"Karofsky is very close by," Tina whispered into Puck's ear. "Don't look," she warned. "But he's behind those bushes with his pants around his ankles. He was jacking off over Kurt. I could smell his arousal from where I was down the bottom of what is actually a very large garden."
"You're serious, the freak's jerking off while looking at my boy?" Puck seethed.
"He's stopped now," Tina replied listening intently. "And I think he's far enough away that he can't hear us. But he can see us and I am telling you, he was stroking himself while watching Kurt."
"I should beat his face in," Puck huffed.
"I wouldn't stop you," Tina remarked. "He's leaving now," she said. "Keep a sharp eye and you'll probably see him heading down that way," she inclined her head slightly and Puck watched and waited. "See him?"
"Yeah," Puck nodded having just caught Karofsky's silhouette. "Come on, I need to get back to Kurt."
They joined Kurt where he was with Rachel, Artie, Mike and Quinn. Karofsky was still close by, leaning against the wall with Azimio and smoking a cigarette, his eyes flicking back to Kurt every few seconds.
"Rachel, is Karofsky planning to try anything?" Puck asked concernedly.
"I'm sorry, I don't… I can't… it's too much," Rachel complained cupping her hands over her ears and rocking back and forth.
"Maybe we should call this party a night," Tina suggested. "Rachel definitely needs to get home."
"Alright, let's find the others," Kurt agreed taking Quinn's hand and leading her back into the house.
Artie lifted Rachel into his arms and carried her through. Tina supported Mike's weight, the boy wearing a dazed kind of grin as they walked back inside with Puck behind them, constantly checking over his shoulder for any sign of Karofsky.
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After finding the rest of the New Directions, they divided into their groups with their designated drivers and headed home. Once he had dropped his girls off, Kurt drove to Puck's house and parked his car before sliding out. He felt oddly nervous alone in the dark so he shifted into his invisible form and walked through the wood of the Puckerman front door then quietly tip-toed up to Puck's bedroom. His boyfriend was sat up in his bed seemingly waiting for him.
"Hey," Kurt greeted in a hushed tone as he became visible again.
"Hey babe," Puck smiled lifting the covers and inviting Kurt to join him and snuggle up. "It feels like I haven't seen you all night."
"I spent most of it outside with Quinn," Kurt said. "What were you doing?"
"I had a couple of beers and won like every arm-wrestling game," he bragged. "I feel like kind of a loser boyfriend though. I didn't even dance with you once."
"Honestly, I don't mind," Kurt assured him. "That party wasn't really my scene. And I don't imagine people would have responded too favourably if you and I danced together."
"Well screw them," Puck scoffed. "I totally have to dance with you some time and in front of people too."
"Quinn did talk about the possibility of our own little party," Kurt said. "You know, just us Glee kids. We could definitely dance together in front of our friends without getting beaten up."
"Nobody's going to beat you up," Puck promised holding Kurt close. "I won't let them. I…" he trailed off and simply held Kurt tighter and dropped a kiss to his shoulder blade instead of saying 'I love you'.
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