It wasn't until I reached the car and tried to open it that I realized, of course, that I couldn't get inside. The doors were locked and Jeff had the keys. I leaned against the car for a moment, wondering how long I could stand until I froze, before I gave up and went back into the loud, crazy house.

I considered going up to Kurt, who was dancing like a maniac beside Blaine, who wasn't doing any better, but decided to let them have their fun. Usually they were so uptight around each other. I could always ask Jeff if I could have the keys but if he was still talking to Kayla, or, more likely, arguing, I didn't want to be a witness to that.

I could look for Nick, too, but after he'd quickly turned away from me I figured he'd probably rather I not do that. I sighed and wished the music wasn't so loud. It was past the point of enjoyment, bordering on headache inducing.

People seemed to be closing in on me from every direction. Bodies were pressed up against mine, too hot and making me uncomfortable. Everytime I tried to push away from one I ended up against another person. How did people stand this?

I finally pushed my way past everyone and ended up back in front of the door. I sighed and pushed open the door, preferring to be cold than to deal with that again, alone.

I had only just sat on the curb beside the car when I spotted Jeff's blonde head in the door of Josh's house. He started coming towards me, hunching over weirdly and holding something. It wasn't until he got closer to me that I realized it wasn't something he was holding but someone.

I jumped up to help him and realized, with even more surprise, that the someone was Nick. "Just open the back door." Nick told me, throwing me the keys.

I caught them and did as he said, holding the door open as he menovoured Nick into the backseat and put his seat belt on him. "You are in so much shit." Jeff told him, looking extremely annoyed. "The one weekend my parents are actually home you decide to get shit-faced?"

"Never said it was your problem." Nick replied, his words more than a little slurred but the annoyance just as clear as it was in Jeff's.

"What the hell do you propose we do? Bring you back to school? We'll get caught, and we'll both get in so much shit." Jeff ran a hand through his hair. "What about your house?"

"I'd rather stay in the car." Nick replied, throwing an arm over his face to block out the small amount of light provided by the streetlamp.

"I am never hauling your drunk ass out of a party again." Jeff told nick as he shut the door. He turned to me, looking stressed now. "Usually when this happens I just take him to my house. My parents are usually never home."

"This happens often?" I asked, trying to hide the concern in my voice. I didn't really know either of them enough to be that concerned, but I was.

"Not really." Jeff replied instantly as if offended. "I mean, you can't judge him for this. It used to happen more often, but he's-- Look, Nick is one of the best people I know. He's so... composed and controlled all the time and I think it just gets to him, so when ever he has a chance to let loose he really lets loose, you know?"

I nodded, wondering if I should tell Jeff about the bruise on Nick's ribs. I opened my mouth to do so but Nick's door popped open and he leaned halfway out the door, the seat belt the only thing keeping him from sliding right onto the road.

"I'm going to throw up." He announced, not sounding upset about it. He looked pretty indifferent, actually.

"Make sure not to do it in the car." Jeff told him sternly, rolling his eyes.

"Ey-ey, Captian Jeff!" Nick replied, saluting.

"You can take him to my house." I told Jeff, wondering how I could be amused and yet worried by Nick at the same time. "My parents aren't home, and Finn's probably already asleep. Plus, Blaine probably needs somewhere to stay, too. You might as well all come."

"Is there enough room?" Jeff asked, watching Nick who was currently trying to see how far he could lean out of the car without falling.

"I'm sure we can find a place for everyone." I told him as I crossed my arms, hoping to warm them up. My coat was in the car but I didn't want to lean over Nick to get it. "We can take him there now and come back for Blaine and Kurt."

"I guess it's our only option, unless we want to risk getting caught sneaking into our rooms, which I bet we will, seeing as how both Nick and Blaine seemed to be beyond drunk." He replied, shrugging.

I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat while Jeff did the same on the other side of me. "Shut your door." Jeff told Nick.

"Ey-ey, Captian!" Nick said again, shutting his door and looking pleased with himself.

"At least he's a happy drunk." I said sheepishly, unable to supress a giggle.

Jeff smiled but it was tight lipped. It was weird to see him so... serious. So far I was used to Jeff, the hpyer, happy one. This was a whole new side to him and I couldn't help but think that it was kind of sweet, how he took care of Nick.

We were quiet for the drive home. Nick was asleep in the back seat. Some people looked peaceful when they slept but Nick did not. What ever he dreamt about, it did not seem to be pleasant.

I got out of the car and opened the backdoor, gently shaking Nick. "You can sleep again inside." I told him.
"Kitty." He muttered, his eyes flickering open. "You're a person, not a cat."

Jeff laughed and I rolled my eyes. When I was younger I thought Kat was the coolest nickname, escpecially considering my real name was Katerina, which was just a mouthful. Kurt liked to make jokes about it too, sometimes.

Nick fumbled out of his seat belt and stood up, more than a little shakily but still able to keep himself vertical. The front door was unlocked and Jeff and I both watched as Nick stumbled his way towards it.

Jeff and I followed, Jeff staying close to Nick, probably incase he fell. I opened the door and they followed while staying surprisingly quiet.

"He can sleep in my bed." I told Jeff.

Jeff raised his eyebrows at me. "I didn't know you two were that close."

"I was planning on sleeping on the couch." I replied, still blushing furiously anyways.

Jeff threw an arm around Nick and helped him up the stairs. At the top of the stairs Jeff hesitated until I directed him to my bedroom. Once inside my room Nick looked at the bed, saluted Jeff again and then flopped backwards onto it. His shirt rode up, revealing once again the wicked bruise that lay beneath it.

"That is going to hurt tomorrrow." Jeff said, examining the bruise. "He must have fallen before I found him."

"He had that before, actually." I told him, looking away from Nick, who already seemed to be asleep again. "He told me he hurt himself dancing but--,"

"Nick is one of the best dancers we have. I mean, sure, sometimes people get hurt no matter how good they are but I've never seen him get hurt bad enough to leave something like that." Jeff said quietly, his brows knitted together in confusion.

I bit my lip, considering what that meant. He might not have been lying. There was a first time for everything, right? Maybe Jeff just wasn't there when it happened.
I wish I could believe that but, as I watched Nick shift in his sleep, his brown hair falling over his face, I just couldn't.

Kurt's Point of View

Blaine and I were sitting on a couch that was occupied by two other people. There wasn't much room so I put my legs up on Blaine, resting my head back. We'd danced too much and my body felt exhausted. I was still wide awake, though. Who wouldn't be when they were currently pressed up against Blaine Anderson?

Jeff appeared in front of his, his blonde hair the only thing really indicating it was him. After a few more drinks faces started to blur together and right now I couldn't tell you what colour his eyes were.

"You guys good to walk out to the car?" He asked.

Okay, get up, get to the car. Get up, get up, get up. I tried but I fell back against Blaine, who wrapped his arms around me. I pushed up again and this time managed to stay up. Barely. I should have stopped drinking a long time ago, but Blaine and I were having such a good time.

Blaine got up after me, using my shoulder to steady him, which was a bad idea because I was hardly steady enough to keep myself up, let alone someone else. We probably would have fallen if Jeff hadn't grabbed us at the last minute.

Somehow we made it out to Blaine's car. I have no idea how but I think it included a lot of stumbling, swearing, and laughter. Blaine and I both sat in the back seat and Blaine laid down, his head in my lap. His head, in my lap. Oh god.

"Sit up and put your seat belt on." Jeff orderd. That was probably for the best because my mind was already starting to stray into dangerous waters.

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them we were back at my house. Again there was problems getting up but this time it didn't take nearly as long.

"What are we doing here?" Blaine asked as we both made our way towards my front door. It seemed to get farther away with every step. I wondered if we would ever make it when, finally, my hand closed around the doorknob.

"Kat said we could all stay here." Jeff told him. Jeff, I'd forgotten about him.

"Where's Nick?" I asked, remembering that he had been with us, too.

"He's in Kat's room." Jeff replied.

"What?!" What?! But-- Kat was-- and Nick was -- they were--?

"Kat's sleeping on the couch." Jeff explained before I could have a mental meltdown.

"Good, because Kat is so nice. Not that Nick isn't nice, but Kat is..." I searched for the words through the haze in my brain. "Kat is fragile. She was homeschooled until ninth grade. Did you know that? Best sister ever."

I lost my train of thought as Blaine leaned his head into the crook of my neck. "Bedtime." He muttered. I nodded but that wasn't a good idea. The world shook for a second.

"Upstairs." I told him.

I could hear Jeff laughing as we made our way up the stairs, Blaine's arms around me to keep himself up. Under normal circumstances I would have been worried about having Blaine in my room. What would he think of it? What would we do? But right now I didn't care.

"Your bed is so soft." Blaine said, laying himself down on top of the covers.

I laid down beside him. He was right, my bed really was comfortable. I managed to get the cover on top of us and Blaine curcled himself against me. I closed my eyes and put an arm around him.

"Mmm." Blaine murmered against my neck. "You smell so good."

Without thinking I planted a kiss on his lips. "Good night Blaine."

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I woke up with my head pouding. God, what happened last night? I remembered dancing with Blaine. Lots of dancing. Everything else was kind fo hazy and trying to grasp the memories was like trying to hold on to a bar of wet soap.
I looked to my left and there was Blaine, his eyes closed, his long lashes making two little crescents on his face.
His hair, usually gelled to perfection, was an adorable, curly mess.

Wait, Blaine? We slept in the same bed, while highly intoxicated? I lifted the covers to check and, thank goodness, we were both fully clothed. If anything happened between Blaine and I, I would never want it to be while we were drunk. I wouldn't be able to stop wondering if he only liked me because he was too intoxicated to care.

"Kurt..." Blaine muttered, his eyes still closed. He was still asleep.

Normally I would obsess about how adorable that was, and what it meant, but right now all I could think about was getting up and getting a god damn advil. My head was pounding. I slowly moved out of bed, the pouding even worse once I was standing.

I went into my own personal bathroom and grabbed the small bottle of advil out of my cabinet. I took two, wishing they would work instantly. Once again I tried to reach back to last night. So much dancing and then-- wait, Blaine kissed me. We kissed. Up against a wall.

I looked back into my room where Blaine was still laying, a pillow now thrown over his face. Did that really happen? No, I must have just wished it did. Right? I could ask Blaine, but if it didn't happen then it would become obvious to him that I wanted it to.

For now I would just have to be content with not knowing.