Lights flashing, music playing, smiles everywhere. Alcohol was served in big amounts. Everyone was having fun, dancing, laughing and drinking. So was Kurt Hummel, son of Burt Hummel, the founder and owner of Hummel’s Tiers and Lube, a small business that grew out having several establishments throughout all of Lima. Noting extremely fancy. His father’s job wouldn’t mind Kurt, though. Money was money to him and all he wanted is to have fun. Being a young adult and not having to worry about money or education, made all Kurt could worry about be not having enough fun and not enjoying life to its full.

And that is just what he did. Enjoy life to its full. Dance with whomever he wants, drink how much he wants, and laugh every day. A loving, long and committed relationship was for later.

He too was moving with the wave of dancing people. Sometimes ribbing his shoulder against someone, making some eye-contact, take a look if he’s cute or not, maybe wink. That is how everything for him started. The same beginning and the same end. Him sneaking away while the other is still fast asleep and never see them again.

It was a quite night today. Not much meat worthy enough for Kurt, to his own believe. He came here way too much. It was fun in Scandals, the only close-by gay bar, especially when he brought his friends. Seeing them be uncomfortable, just looking around and not knowing what to do, having all the fun they can have and drink more than they should, was one of the best forms of entertainment there was.

Today, he brought Rachel Berry. A talented little girl, mostly trying to stay within her comfort-zone. Somehow he convinced her to come. He still doesn’t know how the hell he did that, though. He must’ve promised her to help her with something he’ll regret in the future, but now, looking at that girl, drinking so much more than she should, laughing her ass off and all the men laughing at her, it’s totally worth it.

“Come on, Kurt. One more dance” Rachel said, pulling at Kurt’s sleeve and trying to keep her balance.

“No, honey. I’ll have one more drink and then we’ll home, okay?” Kurt’s throat ached by the volume he had to produce to make sure Rachel heard him. After repeating it several times and saying it as slow as possible, Rachel nodded half. It seem more like a body shake than a nod, though. She was really far. The look in her eyes was woozy and her body moved from side to side whenever she talked, walked or even stood.

“Please don’t barf, please, it happened once and that was the last time.” Was all Kurt could think about when he looked at the girl, swaying out of the beat and almost losing her balance at every move. He could feel the chills over his back when he remembered back at the last time he invited someone and he drank as much as she did. The smell of fresh vomit is still in those clothes.

 He took a sip from his martini glass. He swallowed as the cool liquid left a nice burning feeling in his throat. His body relaxed at that feeling. The nice burn of a good drink is the thing that keeps his mind sane. It calmed him down, made him forget about everything he regretted. Everything he wanted to forget.

Some guys tried to flirt with him, but he blew them off. This was not the time and they didn’t have the face.

He lifted his glass to drink up those last drops left in the glass. The last burn of his glass woke him up. Rachel really needed to leave.

He walked up to her, grabbed her arm and walked away with her. She struggled a bit and said something about not wanting to go. Normally he even had trouble with understanding her, mainly because she’s really annoying and most things she says aren’t interesting at all or about herself, so he ignored her. But this time, the music was too loud and her talk was too vague to understand.

They ended up, Rachel having her arm around him and talking about stuff that were either not understandable or plain weird. Kurt supported her, with a bit trouble, she kept struggling and Kurt wasn’t the most sober.

“You know clouds have this habit to be there and there white and gray and black and look like pillows but are no pillows, cause pillows would float and that would make sleeping impossible and and and-“

That was all he could understand, after that everything was just blabbering no one other than Rachel could understand.