Chapter 2
 
It was finally the weekend and after a week full of Blaine’s coldness and stares, continued Brittany induced boners and stress of planning a party, Kurt was worn out. That didn’t stop him though from setting up his house for what would be a killer party. He had gone out the night before to buy party supplies and decorations. Then this morning he had begun moving all the vases and paintings into the basement. If he had any knowledge of high school parties he knew that the guest list would not stay at 40 people as Santana had promised. He planned to keep the party on the first floor as much as possible and just in case locked his bedroom and his fathers on the second floor, keeping the guest rooms unlocked. He set in each of the 6 guest rooms a bowl of condoms on the nightstand. Not like he gave a damn bout people getting pregnant but fuck this shit if he was gonna be stuck explaining to the housemaids why the sheets were covered in semen. It was seven o’clock and after having checked that everything was good he went upstairs to his room to get ready.
 
Blaine, Santana, Brittany and a few other members of the football team arrived to the party at 9:30 that was now already in full swing. Kurt’s house was absolutely stunning. As they drove up to the opened iron gates Blaine gapped looking at the landscaping and the perfect house located on top of a rolling hill. He drove up to the front door and got out of the car where a valet took his keys and name and drove the car away.
 
“Holy fuck.” Brittany said looking up at the house in amazement.
 
“That boy is one lucky son of a bitch” Santana exclaimed while hooking her arm around Blaine’s waist.
 
“Come on what you guys waiting for!” The football team members yelled, heading in to the house and Blaine followed with Santana and Brittany.
 
“I’m going to go get us some drinks.” Santana yelled over the loud music. She grabbed Brittany’s hand and heading into the room neighboring the entrance.
 
 Blaine took his time admiring the staircase leading up to the second floor as well as the high ceiling. He turned and walked into the room where huge groups of people were dancing as a drunken couple giddily ran by him and up the stairs. Blaine eyed the dancing crowd. He had to admit that Kurt had great taste in music. Hard dubstep was playing and lights were flashing. This room was huge and was just big enough to fit the 100 and so guests. He finally spotted Santana and Brittany who had just begun weaving through the crowd after having grabbed drinks from the bar set up at the end of the room.
 
“Isn’t this awesome!” Santana handed him a glass of strong liquor, and Blaine took it all down in one swig. He scrunched his face waiting for the burn to pass. God he hated the taste of alcohol.
 
“Kurt! Kurt! Over here” Brittany jumped up and down waving frantically, spotting Kurt sitting on one of the couches.
 
Kurt walked over and went to greet Brittany who pounced on him and attacked his lips. Kurt chuckled as he gently pushed Brittany off of him. Blaine stared at Kurt. God he liked girls but holy fuck Kurt looked hot. He had traded his skinny jeans for cargo pants, probably Abercrombie, Blaine thought. He had paired the pants with flip-flops and a tight t-shirt that was snug in all the right places.
 
“Uh-um ya nice set up.” Blaine stuttered.
 
Kurt stared at the face in front of him amused. The boy had practically licked his lips as Kurt begun walking towards him. He smirked, god that boy is so fucking gay, he thought to himself. After having recovered from Brittany’s attack and Blaine’s odd behavior he thanked them offering them drinks. Brittany quickly down the cup that was in her hand.
 
“Kurt will you come with me to get it?” She purred. Kurt chuckled and grabbed her hand leading her to the bar.
 
“God she’s such a slut!” Blaine exclaimed.
 
Santana shot him a quick glare before taking Blaine and dragging him over to the bar where Kurt was now checking out Brittany’s ass. Not like he could blame him. She was wearing the tiniest shorts and a low cut tank top.
 
“ 8 shots of vodka please and two beers.” The bartender shot a cautionary look to Santana who had managed to place herself and Blaine beside Brittany who was now downing a glass of what the fuck ever and flirting with Kurt who was beginning to look very drunk.
 
As the bartender placed Santana’s order in front of them, Blaine wondered how Kurt had managed to get these people to serve alcohol to minors.
 
“Blaine! Snap out of it!” Santana gave him a quick squeeze on his thigh. “You my friend are getting drunk for once. Here” She pushed 4 of the shot glasses to Blaine as well as one of the beer bottles.
 
 “Here Kurt!” She leaned over Brittany and handed the second beer bottle to Kurt, winking at Brittany.
 
“Thanks!” Kurt shrieked. Blaine couldn’t help but laugh. This boys voice got amazingly high when he was drunk.
 
“Okay ready! 1,2,3!” Blaine grabbed his shot glasses waiting for the countdown. As Santana counted up to 3 he shut his eyes and on her cue quickly downed all four shots.
 
“Gahh holy fuck. Yuck.” Blaine gagged letting his head drop onto Santana’s lap.
 
“Ew! Don’t puke on me!” Santana giggled and pushed him off.
 
“This is gonna be a fun night”. She purred leaning in for a sloppy kiss. Blaine could already feel the effects of the alcohol setting in.