I opened the front door to find Mercedes standing on the threshold, her expression cheerful, completely unaware that she just ruined what might have been one of the most important moments of my life.

"Hey, Kurt!" She said, stepping past me and into my house without waiting for an invitation. I loved Mercedes, but right now I was not in the least bit happy to see her smiling face.

"Hello, Mercedes." I said as calmly as I could.

Blaine walked out of the kitchen, looking, if possible, even more adorable than usual. Perhaps it was because of the slight flush in his cheeks. His eyes fell on Mercedes and he looked confused for a second before piecing together everything I'd told him about my friends from McKinley.

"You must be Mercedes." Blaine said, holding out a hand, a polite smile on his face. "Kurt has told me so much about you."

"Blaine right?" She asked, returning the smile. "What are you boys up to tonight?"

"Watching movies, actually." Blaine turned that sweet smile onto me and most of the anger drained out of me. "You should join us."

"Sure. Where's Kat?" Mercedes asked as the three of us walked towards the living room.

"Up in her room reading, I think." I told her. She settled into the couch that Blaine and I had been sitting in before. Blaine, undetered, sat between Nick and Jeff, leaving me to sit with Mercedes. I did so grudgingly. Kat strode into the room, three cups in her hand. "Speak of the devil."

"I found these in the kitchen and assumed they were for you guys." She said, settling them on the table. "Hi, Mercedes."

"Thanks." Nick muttered, grabbing his drink and focusing more than the necessary amount of attention on it.

"I'm Mercedes." Said Mercedes to Jeff and Nick after shooting me a, "what is wrong with you?" look. I had completely forgot that they didn't know each other at all.
"That's Jeff," Nick said, pointing towards his blonde haired friend. "I'm Nick."

"No wonder you wanted to transfer to Dalton." Mercedes stage whispered.

I looked quickly at Blaine and couldn't help but agree that Dalton did have a lot of good, attractive qualities.

Kat left not long after, telling us she wanted to finish reading her book. We finished the rest of the movie but my heart just wasn't in it. When it was over I was happy that everyone was going to be leaving. Everyone but Blaine, that is. Not that I didn't enjoy having Jeff and Nick over, I just didn't have it in me to entertain anyone.

To be honest, I was still a little resentfull towards Mercedes and I was more than a little happy when she left. Just as Nick, Jeff and Blaine were putting their shoes on, Nick's cell phone rang.

"Hello?" He said into it. Even from where I was standing I could hear yelling."Awesome, what's the adress? Yeah, we'll be there."

"We'll be where?" Blaine asked, raising his eyebrows. He was their driver.

"Josh is having a party and I told him we'd go. You too, Kurt. This will be your first ever Warbler party. You'll love it." Jeff told us.

"No, I can't--," I started to protest. I wasn't exactly in the mood.

"You can't say no to a Warbler party." Nick put in, looking apologetic. "Jeff will badger you for hours until you agree."

I sighed and considered making up some excuse but not being able to think up one. "One condition." I said and Jeff just raised his eyebrows, his expression saying that he honestly didn't care what the condition was as long as I was coming. "Kat comes too."

"The more the merrier!"

"Do I get any say in this?" Blaine asked as I hurried up the stairs.

"Do we ever?" I hurt Nick reply. You could tell from his tone that he was more amused than annoyed by Jeff's antics. I noticed just from the short time I'd spent with them that Jeff was a very hyperactive person and Nick was much more laid back. The two of them balanced each other out.

I pushed open Kat's door and she jumped. "You scared the hell out of me!" She shouted.

"We're going to a party." I told her, heading straight for her closet. I loved Kat, but she dressed kind of... depressing, sometimes. Right now she was wearing an old pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and a black sweater. None of it very flattering.

I pulled out the blue shirt I bought for her birthday last year. The colour made her eyes stand out, and the shape of it showed you that, despite the baggy clothing, she actually had a figure. It was low cut with arms that only went 3/4 of the way down before cutting off in a bell-like flare.

"Put this on." It old her as she grabbed the shirt, fingering the silky material of it.

"Do I have any choice?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and looking like she'd very much like to just stay home.
"How many parties have you been to?" I asked while searching for a better pair of jeans.

"Zero."

"How many friends have you made that weren't mine first?" I knew the question wasn't exactly a nice one but I asked it anyway.

"Are you telling me I have to go to a stupid party so I can make friends?" She asked, getting off her bed and looking annoyed with me.

"No, but I'm saying that it would be good for you. I love you, and you know that, but you're so... introverted. You need to have fun."

"You don't want to go alone, do you?" She asked, her voice a bit resigned.

"That too." I admitted before throwing her a pair of dark blue jeans. "Meet us downstairs when you're dressed."

I left before she could protest. I didn't like pushing her to do things she didn't want to, but sometimes I had to. She couldn't hide in her room and read forever.

"She coming?" Blaine asked, keys in his hand, jiggling them a bit.

"Yeah, just give her a minute." I said while grabbing one of my coats and pulling on my shoes. Less than a minute later Kat came down, looking more than a bit uncomfortable. She didn't say a word to me as she put on her coat.

"So where are we going?" Blaine asked as we walked to his car.

"17 Avery Drive." Jeff told him. "And shotgun!"

Jeff ran and grabbed for the passenger door. Blaine gave him a stern look and his hand slipped off the handle and he opened the back door instead. Blaine walked around the car and opened the drivers door, motioning to me to sit in the front with me.

As I did up my seat belt I couldn't help but slide my eyes to Blaine. I gave him a small smile while hating the small amount of space between us. We'd been so close in the kitchen. Was that just him playing around, or was it more than that? Would it happen again?

I shivered a bit and Blaine turned up the heat in the car, mistaking desire for being cold.

Kat's Point of View

I sat between Nick and Jeff, more than a little uncomfortable and way more than a little annoyed with Kurt. Plus, after the conversation Nick and I had in the hallway, I really didn't know what to say. I was much too concious of his leg against mine in the cramped area of the back seat.

"Who's party are we going to?" I asked after a few minutes of silence. Blaine and Kurt were both stealing glances at each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was adorable, but it also kept both of them from talking, which made things even more awkward.

"Josh. He's a Warbler." Jeff told me while drumming his hands on his knees to some unheard beat. He had nice fingers, long and tapered. They looked like the hands of someone who played an instrument, or someone who drew.

Artist hands.

"Is there going to be a lot of people?" I asked, pulling my eyes away from his fingers and up to his face. He and Nick were so different. Nick was all dark skin and dark hair and quiet demenour, where Jeff was light skinned, light haired, and much more light hearted.

"Most likely. Josh's house is huge. Just stick with us and you won't get lost." He said, giving me a kind smile and not noticing at all that I had been checking him out. Not in a sexual way. I blushed just thinking that and turned away.

I couldn't think of anything else to say and the car remained quiet for the last two minutes of the drive.

Finally we pulled up across the street from a large house with people on the lawn and music playing loud enough that I could faintly hear it from where we were parked across the street.

"You might want to leave that in here." Nick told me as I followed him out of the car, pointing to my coat. "It'll be way too hot inside and you'll probably lose it if you take it off in there."

I hesitated, wondering if he was joking. He just raised his eyebrows at me so I quickly took my coat off and threw it in the backseat. The cold instantly bit at my arms but I could hardly feel it. Nick's eyes traveled up my body and I felt almost naked for a second before he quickly turned around and started towards the house.

Kurt and Blaine were following closely behind Nick. They were so caught up in talking to each other that I couldn't make myself feel angry at Kurt for abandoning me. How could the two of them not realize how the other felt? It was obvious to me as I'm sure it was to everyone else.

"You coming?" Jeff asked, a few feet in front of me. How weird that it was him who was waiting for me, since we'd hardly shared any words other than those in the car.

I followed him to the house and he held the door open for me. People watched us as we walked past them but Jeff hardly seemed to notice except when he called out greetings to certain people.

It was loud inside, much louder than I had braced myself for. It was also very, very hot and I was more than a little glad that I'd listened to Nick. The livingroom was a sea of people and I had a feeling that if Jeff and I tried to make our way through it we would get lost.

Jeff turned, as if wondering if I was still behind him and for a second I felt like an idiot, following this boy I hardly knew like a lost puppy. I was just so out of my element that I couldn't handle any of this without sticking close to a friendly face.

But Jeff wasn't annoyed with me for following him. Instead he yelled something but I couldn't hear him. I shook my head and he leaned forward and grabbed my wrist gently before pulling me through the throng of people.

He let go as soon as we left the living room. We kept walking until we reached a set of doors which led to a large kitchen. It was nearly sound proof in here and I could actually hear the words coming out of people's mouths now.

"Josh, what's up?" Jeff called to a tall, light brown haired boy. "This is Kat." He said, motioning for me to stand beside him. "Kurt's sister."

"Really?" Josh asked, looking mildly surprised. "You don't look at all alike. Except for the eyes."

I had no idea what to say to that. Thankfully, Josh didn't give me a chance to answer. "You want something to drink?"
"You have anything that isn't spiked with alcohol?" Jeff asked.

"There's some unopened cans of Coke in the fridge." Josh said, rolling his eyes. "Why don't you ever drink?"

"Not my thing." Jeff said, shrugging. He went into the fridge and paused. "Do you want a Coke, or something stronger?"

"A coke is fine." I told him, standing awkwardly beside Josh. This is why I didn't like meeting new people. Everything was so uncomfortable.

Suddenly Blaine and Kurt pushed through the doors, red cups in both of their hands.

"DESIGNATED DRIVER!" Blaine yelled at Jeff and tossed his keys to him without any warning before spinning off, hand-in-hand with Kurt.

Jeff caught the keys while laughing, not seeming at all surprised by what had just happened.

"Hey Jeff." A pretty brunnette girl moved to stand very close to him and I watched, wondering if I should just go back out to the car. Jeff probably didn't want me following him all night, and Nick had disapeared, and both Kurt and Blaine seemed to be looking to get drunk.

"Kayla's been looking for you."

"Then tell her I'm not here." Jeff popped the lid on a coke and passed it to be before opening one for himself. He stepped away from the brunnette, who pouted slightly. "Let's go before she tells Kayla where I am." He said to me.

I wanted to ask who Kayla was but thought the better of it. I was led up a flight of stairs and into a large recreational room where a group of boys and to girls were sitting on the floor, a cup in the hand of almost everyone of them.

"I have arrived!" Jeff called, spreading his arms out on either side of him and looking to the cieling.

"Took you long enough." Said a red haired boy who was leaning against a short haired girl. "Where's Blaine and Nick?"

"Blaine is off frolicking somewhere with Kurt, and I haven't seen Nick since we got here." Jeff said, siting down in an open part of the circle and motioning for me to follow. I did so only because the other option was turning around and leaving, which would have been rude.

"I'm Alex." The girl next to me said, giving me a smile.

"I'm Kat." I told her, crossing my legs so I was more comfortable. Why were were all sitting on the floor?

"What happened to Kayla?" Another girl asked Jeff, her eyebrows raised.

"First of all, Kayla and I have been over for three weeks. Second, Kat and I are friends. Actually, she's Kurt's sister."

"And does Kayla know that? She's been looking for you all night." The girl replied, looking annoyed now. She, too, must have been friends with this Kayla girl. Her eyes narrowed a bit at me.

"Why don't you go ask her?" Jeff asked, sighing and leaning back.

The girl got up and left without anther word. "Marlene's a bitch." Alex told me. "She's best friends with Kayla and neither of them get the fact that Jeff was totally done with her after she made out with--,"

"Can we not give everyone a play-by-play of my love life?" Jeff asked.

"Sorry." Alex said sheepishly.

You could still hear the music up here and when a fast song came on two girls got up and started dancing. Jeff started talking to the red haired boy. I sat there feeling awkward and wondering if I could escape.

"Jeff!" A high pitched voice screached as the door to the room flew open.

"Time to go." Jeff said, jumping up and leaving his Coke on the floor. He offered me his hand and I took it, letting him help me up. "Hi Kayla." He said as we passed a curly haired girl with a haughty expression. "Goodbye Kayla."

"You can't just walk away from me." She said angrily. Her eyes narrowed like lasers on Jeff's hand wrapped around mine. He let go instantly. "And who the hell are you?"

"Fuck," Jeff muttered, stopping in his tracks. "I'll find you later, okay?"

I nodded, content to just spend the rest of the night in the car, listening to music. I could hear Jeff behind me explaining in an annoyed voice that he didn't want to talk to the girl, Kayla, anymore. On my way outside I passed Blaine and Kurt, both looking more than a bit tipsy, dancing in the living room.

I smiled, happy that someone was enjoying themselves and wondering for a moment if Nick was as well but I had no way of knowing since he was nowhere to be seen.

Kurt's Point of View

I hadn't exactly planned to get drunk. I mean, when Blaine first passed me the cup of beer I took it only to be polite. By the time I was finished it, though, I was finding it much easier to talk openly with Blaine. By the fourth, or was it fifth? we had started dancing.

"Don't you just love this song?!" Blaine yelled. If he was any farther away from me I wouldn't have heard him.

"I TOTALLY LOVE THIS SONG!" I shouted back. This may just be the best song ever. If only I knew what it was called....

Blaine put his arms around me and I leaned into him, swaying as we both moved in a crooked circle. There was so many people dancing that we had to dance this close.

Really.

"You're so much fun, Kurt." Blaine said into my ear. His breath tickled my neck and I giggled. I didn't normally giggle. How weird is that word? Giggle. Giggle. Giggle.

"You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen!" I shouted at Blaine. Wait, did I really? Oh, god. Why didn't I think before shouting compliments at a boy who's feelings for me I was almost positive were platonic?

"You have the nicest lips I've ever seen!" Blaine shouted back. I stummbled a bit as I took a step and Blaine's arms kept me vertical.

I touched my lips in wonder, never before considering if they were nice. Blaine had nice lips. They looked so soft. I leaned forward, wondering what they would feel like under mine....

Someone bumped into us and we skidded sideways, Blaine laughing the whole time. I hadn't realized we were close to a wall but it was right there and my back hit it. Blaine was still holding onto my and swaying a bit, his eyes closed.

Blaine opened his eyes and they were slightly unfocused. So pretty. "I'm glad you're here."

"There's no where I'd rather be." I admitted. The world seemed to go unfocused, everything swirling around me. I'd never been this drunk before. The only thing that seemed real, touchable, focused, was Blaine.

Blaine didn't reply. Instead, he leaned his head towards me, his lips only inches away from mine, his eyes falling closed. His lips only brushed mine for a second, making them tingle, before I pulled him closer to me, making the kiss more intense. His hands roamed up my arm before tangling in my hair.

Finally he pulled back, breathing hard and smiling.
Blaine pulled me back into the throng of dancing people and I wondered if that had actually happened. Did he really just kiss me? No, he couldn't have. It must have been a alcohol induced hallucination.

"BEST PARTY EVER!" Blaine shouted and we lost ourselves in the music again.