The sounds of laughter and music filled Blaine’s ears as he made his way down the stairs to Rachel’s basement. Kurt and Mercedes were in the corner laughing uncontrollably, each with drinks in their hands, and Artie was the DJ. Quinn was with Puck at the bar, while Brittany and Santana made out on the couch. He hadn’t exactly been expecting that, but was intrigued by the fact that nobody seemed to care. On stage were Finn and Rachel, although Finn was just sort of wiggling around. Tina and Mike were nowhere to be found, but Mike’s letterman’s jacket proved they were there. He assumed they’d found some privacy.

            “BLAAINE!!!” Kurt came tumbling towards him, nearly tripping over the coffee table. “Blaine, you made it! I’m so happy you’re here! Puck,” he turned towards the jock, “Blaine needs a drink. Make him something tasty!” Blaine was a little nervous about drinking, but he trusted Kurt enough to take the plastic cup Puck offered. He took a sip and crinkled his nose.

            “Yuck! That’s disgusting!” The group laughed and cheered at Blaine’s first drink and encouraged him to keep going. He took another small sip before returning his attention to Kurt.

            “Having fun, Kurt?”  His entire face was bright red, and his eyes were a little unfocused.

            “Yes, yes I am, Blaine. I got here early to help setup. We’ve been drinking for a while. You’ve got some catching up to do. But only if you want to,” Kurt added when he saw Blaine hesitate. His words were slurred and his movements sloppy. Blaine worried. He didn’t want to get in trouble, and he certainly didn’t want anyone else to get in trouble either, especially not Kurt. But he wasn’t going to be the one to bring down everyone’s fun. He would suffer through this glass, but then he’d be done.  

            “You look really nice, Blaine,” Kurt said, a wide smile on his face.

            “Thanks, you too.” And it wasn’t a lie. Kurt was wearing the tightest black pants Blaine had ever seen. He had on a bright blue button up and Sperry’s. As usual, his hair was styled to perfection. Add the flush of alcohol to that and Blaine didn’t think he’d ever seen Kurt look so hot. He swallowed uncomfortably and broke eye contact with Kurt. The other members didn’t know he was gay and, although Kurt promised he wouldn’t tell, Blaine didn’t want there to be any drunken slip ups tonight. He didn’t think he was ready for them to know. He made his way over to Mercedes, Kurt following.

            “Hey, new boy. Having fun?” She giggled as Kurt plopped down next to her.

            “Yeah, actually. Everybody else seems to be having a pretty good time, too.”

            “I told you Rachel’s parties were fun!” Kurt threw his arms up triumphantly, only to fall off the couch. Blaine reached to help him, but he got up himself, laughing the whole way. Blaine smiled and took another drink.

            “Yeah, you did.”

            “Spin the bottle!” Cheers erupted as Santana held up an empty wine bottle. Blaine panicked. There was no way.

            “Um, Kurt, is it okay if I sit this one out. Y’know, just watch?”

            Kurt smiled. “Of course, Blaine! You can do whatever you want. It’s a party!”

            Taking another sip of his drink, Blaine settled on the couch behind the group. Nobody questioned him or gave him any sideways glances, and he was glad for it. He relaxed behind them as the game started. First, Rachel spun, and the bottle landed on Finn. She squealed and he smiled, but the rest of the group groaned.

            “Boring!” Artie shouted.

Next was Brittany, and her spin landed on Mike. Their lips had barely touched before Tina was pulling him away, shouting at Brittany to stay away from her man. Santana spun and it landed on Kurt. Blaine held his breath.

“Come here, teen gay.” Santana grabbed Kurt’s collar and yanked him forward, crashing their lips together. Kurt giggled, but didn’t object as Santana slid her tongue in his mouth. Blaine sat mesmerized. He had never seen anyone make out before. It looked really nice, he thought. Complicated, but nice. He decided this is what he wanted to do to Kurt whenever he saw him in those tight clothes at school. He wanted to pull him into a corner and kiss him. He wanted to feel Kurt’s tongue…

He stopped his train of thought and tore his eyes away. He didn’t know if anyone noticed him staring, but he hoped they hadn’t. He brought his cup to his lips and took a few long drinks, his eyes scanning the ceiling.

“My turn,” Mercedes said. Santana winked at Kurt as she pulled away. He winked back and then collapsed into a fit of giggles. Blaine released the breath he had been holding and laughed as Mercedes and Puck kissed. By the end of the first round Blaine had finished his drink and was feeling comfortably warm. The drink relaxed him, and he felt a little more social. Not quite make-out-with-practical-strangers social, but not quite as anxious, either.

Finally the game ended and Kurt and Mercedes jumped on the stage, picking up the microphones. Blaine watched in anticipation as the music started: Judas, by Lady Gaga. Blaine had heard all about Kurt’s slight obsession with the woman, and he didn’t know why he was surprised he picked this song. He was surprised, however, when Mercedes took over the song after the first verseAnd Kurt put down his microphone. Blaine felt himself frown, but it quickly disappeared when Kurt started dancing. Blaine couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight. Kurt danced around the stage with such confidence, as if there wasn’t a room full of people watching. Blaine would never dare do such a thing.

Kurt stepped to the front of the stage and started moving his hips. He moved them in circles, even thrusting a little, and Blaine stopped breathing. Brittany joined him onstage and the two dropped low, sticking out their asses. Blaine didn’t even know that was physically possible, but it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He sat with wide eyes as Kurt and Brittany danced on stage. When they started grinding up on each other he took off his thick-rimmed glasses and pretended to clean them on his shirt. The whole thing was incredibly hot and left him incredibly uncomfortable. He didn’t know what to do with himself; he had never seen anything like this in his life. He didn’t want anybody to catch on to what he was thinking, especially not Kurt. He still wasn’t sure if Kurt liked him or not, and he didn’t want to send him running. The others would figure out he was gay if he kept staring, so he rubbed the lenses with the hem of his shirt. He didn’t think they’d been this clean in months.

“Did you like it?” Kurt asked as he and Mercedes approached.

“Y-yeah, it was really h—good. It was good. You guys are good.” The two laughed and looked pleased that he liked it. They went and got more drinks as Blaine watched Quinn and Puck take the stage. The rest of the night passed in a blur of booze, singing, and yelling. Mike and Tina disappeared shortly after Kurt and Mercedes’ performance, but they made it back to the room as everybody crashed. They were cuddling on the couch, and Finn and Rachel had crept away to her room. Artie, Brittany, and Santana slept on the stage, Kurt and Mercedes on the floor. Quinn and Puck were behind the bar again. Blaine wasn’t used to staying up so late and had therefore fallen asleep long before the party ended. They almost drew on him, but decided against it because it was his first party. They wanted him to come back next time, after all.