Chapter 6

Kurt laughed as he watched his ridiculously adorable boyfriend skateboarding around the park. He took a seat on the wooden bench underneath the shade with a seemingly permanent grin etched on his face. Blaine crouched down on his board and did an ollie over a trash can before gaining speed and skating towards Kurt.

"I'm going to go for it again."

Kurt shook his head at the other teen who wore a black hoodie with khaki shorts, something that the blue eyed junior knew he'd never understand on other people, but Blaine made it work. He checked to make sure Blaine was serious before responding.

"You're going to try the thing that you've been trying for the past 20 minutes? The thing that you keep ending up on the ground from trying to do?"

Blaine smiled. "Yes. Practice makes perfect, sweetheart. Have a little faith."

Blaine placed his skateboard on the ground and hung his back foot off the edge as Kurt spoke once more.

"What's the name of this trick?"

"The Impossible." Blaine answered, positioning himself just right.

Kurt folded his hands neatly over his crossed legs, preparing himself to watch his boyfriend do something stupid. "Maybe they named it that for a reason?"

Blaine rocked back and forth on the skateboard before resetting. "It's been done before babe. I can do it. You're my good luck charm."

"But you keep falling," Kurt smiled, eventually laughing at the way Blaine stuck his tongue out in a childish gesture.

"I'll show you," the curly haired teen responded, jumping with his board in the air before attempting the trick. The board moved too fast for Kurt to understand the mechanics of what Blaine was trying to accomplish, but what he could see was his boyfriend stumbling backwards until his ass met the ground.

The board rolled towards Kurt and he looked at Blaine on the ground with an amused expression before standing to pick it up.

"If I'm your good luck charm, I'd hate to see what would happen if your bad luck charm was around."

Blaine smiled, pushing himself off the ground and rubbing his ass. "I think your charm only works when it's partnered with a good luck kiss."

Kurt licked his lips in the way that drove Blaine crazy as the bad boy approached, wrapping his arms around the taller teen's waist and peppering kisses along Kurt's exposed neck. They both sighed in content when their lips finally met. Kurt instinctively laced his fingers in Blaine's hoodie, pulling him even closer. He held the skateboard in his other hand, almost laughing when Blaine whispered against his lips that it was his turn.

"No," Kurt giggled when Blaine's hands slid into his back pockets and the boy placed teasing kisses along his jaw, "you're cute but I'm not getting on this thing. I don't even want you on it because you might land on your hand the wrong way—"

"I'm fine, beautiful," Blaine said with a grin, taking his skateboard and placing it on the ground. "Come on. Just a simple kick."

Kurt was about to say no but the pout on Blaine's face made him reconsider. And then his boyfriend mouthed 'pretty please' and he was walking over to him with no objections.

"If I fall and ruin my True Religion jeans—"

"I got you, babe," Blaine smiled, taking Kurt by the hand and steadying him onto the board. Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically once Blaine let go, and began to kick and push down the smooth path of the park. He smiled once he realized he was doing it, but jumped off when a squirrel darted in front of him. Blaine laughed as he caught the boy in his arms before he could 'fall and ruin his True Religion jeans'.

"I think you're better than me, sexy."

Kurt smirked, adjusting himself in Blaine's arm and kissing him chastely. "Basically."

"My modest, meek, humble boyfriend," Blaine smiled.

"Hey, you said it, not me." Kurt smiled, "But I'm going to have to quit. Skateboarding isn't for me."

Kurt reluctantly pulled away from Blaine's warm hold to go and retrieve the retreating skateboard before some random child ran up and stole it. Blaine followed behind him with a smile before noticing a familiar face in the distance. It was actually Karofsky, staring from afar with a disgusted look on his face. Blaine smiled before continuing on with their conversation.

"Well if skateboarding isn't for you, then what is?" the bad boy questioned in a low register. Kurt's voice was flirtatious as he responded, bending over slowly to pick up the skateboard.

"Blaine Anderson is for me." he teased, winking back at him.

"Oh really?" Blaine tightened his arms around Kurt as he whispered into his ear. He could feel Kurt giggling against his chest while he darted his tongue out to tickle his earlobe.

"I gotta get back to help set up for the party, sweetie."

"Okay," Blaine responded, not quite letting go. His hands began to grip Kurt's hip before moving down to his ass and Kurt laughed, shrugging him off.

"What's gotten into you today?"

"I think we should go back to my place so you can get into me—"

"Can I remind you we are two guys in the middle of Ohio?"

Blaine smirked, grabbing Kurt's ass again. "I can't help myself, baby."

He glanced over to see Karofksy still watching.

"Let's get out of here. I have a lot of work to do."

"Are you going to pick me up tonight?" Blaine asked, wrapping his arm possessively around Kurt as the taller teen carried his skateboard. Kurt shook his head no, leaning into his boyfriend's embrace.

"You know how to get to my house. If I come pick you up we might miss the party," he laughed.

"But it'll be worth it," Blaine smiled, kissing Kurt on the cheek and continuing out the park. They stayed close together, Blaine turning back to see Karofsky and smirking, holding his middle finger up in the air.

….

Kurt hopped off the couch at the sound of the doorbell. A few people had arrived already, and the house was set up pretty nicely. Finn got his stupid strobe lights, and the music was turned up to a nice level—loud enough for everyone to enjoy but not loud enough for the cops to interrupt. Boxes of pizza were stacked up on the kitchen table and snacks were abundant throughout the living room. But most importantly, liquor was everywhere. Thank goodness for Puck's shady friends that specialize in fake I.D's.

He skipped to the door, smoothing out his button-up and red skinny's before turning the knob. An ecstatic Brittany awaited him with a bouquet of strangled looking dandelions in hand, along with Mike, Tina and Artie. Kurt gave them all welcoming smiles as he told them to come in. He took the dandelions with a closed lip smile and a 'you really shouldn't have, Brit' all before frowning that everyone had arrived but Blaine. If he didn't show up there would be consequences.

As Kurt turned to face his and Finn's guest, closing the door behind him, a foot crept in and blocked it. Kurt looked down at the black Timberland boots and smiled, opening the door slowly. Blaine was there, leaning against the door frame with his lips tugged into a sexy smile.

"May I come in?"

Kurt bit his lip as he watched his boyfriend smirking back at him. It made no sense to look as delicious as Blaine did at the moment. No sense at all. For once, Blaine had foregone the hair gel without Kurt having to beg, and curly locks rested comfortably atop his head. He wore a black cardigan with a single white stripe going across the center and a white t-shirt underneath. Dark grey jeans were paired with his black boots and Kurt had to say he definitely approved. It was far off from the bad boy apparel he was used to seeing his boyfriend in.

Blaine observed Kurt's outfit and knew it was going to be a long night. It wasn't like he could just take him up to his room and do everything running through his mind right now—no, he had to be social and engage in normal conversation with Kurt's friends. The skin tight red jeans his boyfriend wore were going to make that so much harder than it seemed.

"You're late," Kurt said with a smile, though he moved aside to let Blaine step in. Blaine took a minute to kiss him hello, hands sliding into Kurt's back pockets in the process, and tongue teasingly into his mouth. Kurt gasped as he pulled away, noticing the smug smile on his boyfriend's lips.

"If you would've picked me up maybe that wouldn't be the case…" Blaine voiced, finally stepping into the Hudmel home. Kurt rolled his eyes playfully and closed the door behind him, before leading the way down the hall and into the living room.

"Sure, Blaine. Did you eat something?"

Blaine found himself feeling a little anxious the closer and closer they got towards the New Directions. He could hear them laughing and enjoying themselves, and thoughts of him befriending them and being ripped away at a moment's notice still had him on edge.

"Baby?" Kurt spoke again, turning to face him. Blaine hesitantly looked away from Puck and Sam tossing Artie in the air to face him.

"I'm sorry, no. No I didn't eat anything."

Kurt nodded, taking his hand reassuringly and leading him into the living room. "It's alright, okay? I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. I'll get you a couple slices and then we'll start the games and all that good stuff."

Blaine nodded, smiling softly when Kurt kissed his cheek. The taller junior walked off and announced Blaine's arrival to his friends, to which they all turned and smiled widely, some welcoming and other's (mainly Santana's) sinister. He took a few steps forward and nodded a hello, awkwardly looking around the home as if they'd just forget he was there. But that didn't happen.

"Anderson," Puck walked up and dragged him over to where they were by the couches, "welcome to our party, dude! Are you ready to get shit faced?"

Rachel and Mercedes waved at him and Blaine smiled back, before giving everyone a once over. Blondie and wheelchair kid were in attendance, smiling at him as well, along with the chick that always said unicorn, and… lips… and shit he needed to learn their names. Finn was fulfilling his duties as DJ, and sort of waved when Blaine looked in his direction.

"Let the games begin," Santana said with a smile, grabbing a bunch of bottles from their makeshift bar. Kurt rushed in with a plate before Santana could shove a bottle of vodka down his throat.

"Can he eat first please? God guys," Kurt handed the paper plate to his boyfriend before shooing Puck and Santana away. "You didn't have to drink anything on an empty stomach. Neither will he."

Mike got up off the couch and offered Blaine his seat. The bad boy took it with a nod that Mike assumed to be thank you.

"Good to see you bro," he said, patting him on the shoulder. Blaine smiled a little as he held the slice to his lips.

"Thanks. You too."

Everyone else that had just arrived got themselves something to eat too and everyone met up in the living room.

….

Blaine ended up listening to endless banter from the guys he was surrounded by from the time he began eating to a few minutes after he was done. Finn seemed to be seeking advice on how to get further with Rachel and while Mike, Artie, Sam and Puck argued over whether or not it would be a good idea to have that happen when they were drunk and at a party, Blaine only had eyes for Kurt who was across the room entertaining the girls. His heart lit up whenever Kurt smiled, and he felt himself grinning like an idiot when he saw those blue eyes light up and heard him laugh.

Eventually, Santana came over and snatched his plate away, tossing it like a Frisbee into the trashcan.

"Can we get this show on the road?"

Everyone turned to her as she began giving out beers. Kurt rolled his eyes, accepting it but placing it down next to him. "Someone has to be the designated driver, you know."

Finn tossed the top to his bottle away as Rachel came over to sit on his lap. "No, bro. They're like just all going to crash here. We'll get 'em home in the morning."

Kurt only deadpanned at him and everyone looked between the two.

"You do know that dad and Carole get back tomorrow, right?"

Puck was already reaching for his second beer when Finn responded. Blaine only looked at his oddly before taking an experimental sip.

"They won't be here until tomorrow night, Kurt. We'll be fine. Chill out, dude."

Blaine swallowed hard as he looked across the room to his boyfriend. Kurt still didn't seem to be on board with the idea, but he eventually shrugged and opened his beer. "I'm only drinking this one." replied Kurt. "Someone has to make sure you people don't destroy my damn house."

"Well we aren't starting the games until everyone has finished two beers, so you need to take that into consideration, porcelain."

Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing he'd end up regretting letting this whole party happen in the first place. Blaine smiled at how sexy Kurt was when he had an attitude, but decided to drink away his nervousness. Everyone else was just about done with their first one except for him and Kurt, so he began to quickly chug away.

"You've never drank before, have you?" Mike asked, smiling at his new friend knowingly. Blaine shook his head no after he swallowed the large gulp, a disapproving look on his face at the taste. Mike laughed a little as he handed the teen another. "Let loose. It gets better after the first one."

It did get better. Or maybe it wasn't better based on the taste, per se, but the alcohol in his system helped Blaine believe it actually tasted good. Either way, by the third beer, he was feeling good, and actually mingling with the New Directions, sharing small talk with Sam and Mercedes and joking with Mike about how ridiculous their sixth period teacher's toupee looked before Puck was shouting over the music.

"Somebody do some body shots!"

Catcalls were heard as everyone made their way over to the dining room. Blaine placed a small kiss to Kurt's neck from behind as Santana laid Brittany on the table, encouraging Puck as he poured a line of salt across her abdomen and up to her chest. He placed a lime in her mouth, ignoring how the girl asked for apple slices instead because they were her favorite vegetable, and pouring a generous amount of tequila over her navel. Everyone could be heard cheering them on as Santana licked the liquor up, tracing her tongue alone the line of salt and finishing off by grabbing the lime from Brittany's lips. Blaine hugged his boyfriend from behind, shaking his head with a grin at the fact that Sam and Artie looked as if they'd die from lesbian action overload as the girls kissed.

"Next!" Puck called, scanning the crowd. "C'mon Rachel. You take a shot off Sammy."

Finn screwed his face up as Rachel practically ran over to the table. Sam tossed his shirt off and lay at the table with a grin, winking at Finn.

Everyone cheered as Rachel's tongue ran along Sam's abs; the girl shouting something about it tasting like happiness as she removed the lime from his mouth, throwing her arms in the air at the applause. Sam sat up on the table with a smile that quickly dropped when he saw Finn's face, but Mercedes tapped him and told him to take it easy.

"I nominate Kurt and Blaine to go next," Rachel said with a grin, blatantly pointing her finger at the both of them. Kurt smiled, turning back to his boyfriend as he considered it, and facing his friends with a shrug.

"What the hell," he said, unbuttoning his shirt and walking over to the table. Tina and the girls whistled loudly as Puck prepared with a smirk, running the salt over Kurt's torso and placing a lime slice between his lips.

Blaine swaggered over to the table, willing himself not to make this party a lot more interesting by mounting Kurt in the dining room right then and there. Kurt smirked at him with his eyes as Puck poured a shot of tequila from his navel to his chest, and though Blaine heard Artie praising how nice Kurt's body was, he ignored it and focused on licking up the tequila.

He took his time, his tongue running along each inch of skin slowly and sexily. It had a smoky taste that Blaine found intriguing and mixed with the salty taste of Kurt's skin and the taste of the actual salt, Blaine realized it wasn't so bad. He bit down teasingly on the center of Kurt's chest, smirking to himself when he heard his boyfriend's breathing hitch, and the catcalls from their audience.

He slowly took the lime from Kurt, his hazel eyes matching dangerously with the blue ones underneath him as they locked. After sucking for a brief moment and hearing Santana's shout of 'wanky', Blaine removed the lime and began kissing his boyfriend hungrily—Kurt happily accepting the kiss as their tongues met, finding the taste on Blaine's tongue tantalizing.

Eventually Finn cleared his throat about five or six times until Blaine pulled away to look at him.

"Can we move on now?" he asked, eyes avoiding everyone completely. Kurt began buttoning up his shirt with a nod, quieting everyone that began to boo Finn for messing up the show.

"So Santana, what are these games you wanted to show us?"

….

"The first one is called F.U.B.A.R," Santana answered, pulling out a deck of cards. Everyone sat in a circle, including Kurt who announced he wasn't playing. Blaine hadn't really been listening to the rules, suddenly finding a spot on Kurt's neck appealing as he mouthed at it. Kurt giggled, slapping him away so that he could listen to what Santana was saying.

"Okay dweebs," she said, ceasing her shuffling and placing the deck in the center of the circle. "The rules are simple. Everyone picks one card at a time. If you draw an ace, everyone has to take one drink. A 2, everyone takes two, and a 3, everyone takes 3 drinks. Now, for four, the person who draws asks a question to whomever they wish. That person has to answer with a question, but it could be directed to whoever they wish. The first person who screws up takes a drink."

Everyone tried to take in all the rules as Santana continued. "If you draw a five, you can either make one person take five drinks or give five drinks out to different people. If you get a six, you play 'I never'. Say something you never have done, and the person who has done this has to drink of course. Drawing a 7 means we play thumbmaster. Does anyone know what that is?"

Puck answered after everyone shook their head no. "The person who draws the seven becomes the thumbmaster, meaning they put their thumb down whenever they want, and everyone else has to. The last person to put their thumb down drinks. And the thumbmaster stays the thumbmaster until another person draws a seven."

"Basically. Eight means we play categories. For example, if Brit picks an eight, she can say 80's movies, and everyone has to name one. Ferris Buhler, Top Gun, etc."

Blaine realized he was going to be pretty wasted after this and it was only the first game and not even an hour into the party.

"Whoever draws a nine gives a word, and everyone has to say one that rhymes. Ten means that everyone has to take a drink. Jack means that all the guys drink, and queen means the girls do. And if someone gets a king… I promise you we will all be shit faced sooner than later. The king card is called waterfall. The drawer drinks, and the second person can't stop drinking until the first person does, and the third until the second person does, and so on. Just hope I don't draw a King because all of you are going to be hung over out of your mind tomorrow morning."

Kurt shook his head and laid back. "This is going to be a long night."

Finn picked first, his card being a jack and all the guys groaned as they took a drink of their beers. Tina taunted Mike from across the circle as it was her turn next.

She flipped her card and it was a six. "Hmmm… never have I ever…" she looked around the circle at all her friends, "participated in body shots!"

Blaine smirked as Santana rolled her eyes at Tina. The both of them along with Sam, Brittany, and Rachel all took a drink. Artie high fived her as he went next. He ended up drawing a ten and everyone had to drink, and Blaine felt his buzz settling in. Kurt must've noticed because Blaine could hear him laughing in his ear.

"You wouldn't bbbe smiling if youuu were playing," Blaine said, hoping it came out as intelligible as he intended. Kurt only kept giggling meaning probably not.

Puck drew a card next and smiled. "I got a 5." He reached over to a few shot glasses. "Okay. Let's see…" he scanned the circle and placed a glass in front of Rachel, Finn, and Blaine. "Two each for Finchel, one for the newbie." He poured a little vodka in each and sat back with a grin.

"Why is everyone trying to get my boyfriend drunk?" Kurt asked as he stood to go join Mercedes by the music, making sure to keep a close eye over his shoulder. Puck smiled innocently.

"We're just enjoying ourselves."

Blaine drank his shot quickly, blinking at the strong taste. Rachel spit one of hers out and Puck made her do it over, and Finn took his quickly, hoping they could perhaps proceed to the making out part of this party.

Santana drew a six and showed everyone with a dark smile. "Never have I ever given Kurt head."

Blaine smiled as he looked down at his beer. Then he stopped when he noticed Puck drinking. Everyone pretty much stopped what they were doing—Mercedes even paused the song that was on.

Puck looked up confused, matched by an angry looking Blaine that he wasn't really prepared to see. Then he swallowed hard because he realized what had just happened.

"Oh no… no I was just thirsty."

"No, babe," Kurt repeated with a blank face. "Never."

Mike and Sam started cracking up at Blaine's face as they told him to relax. He nodded, taking a sip and then drawing a card himself. "Four." he said, looking up to Santana. "What's the four is again?"

She smirked, realizing getting him drunk was a lot easier than she thought it would be. "Questions. You ask a question, the next person answers with a question."

Blaine nodded, looking at unicorn. "What's your name?"

She smiled enthusiastically. "Brittany S. Pierce."

Tina face palmed as Rachel interrupted. "No, Brit, you have to keep the questions going until someone slips up. Like… okay Blaine, ask me something."

Blaine nodded again, motioning his head towards the two Sam's he saw. "What is his name?"

Kurt smiled as he walked back over and joined them. Mercedes resumed the music and made herself a long island iced tea.

"Can you ask something a little less boring?" Puck questioned seriously.

"How about we just do something else?" Finn said tiredly. "Let's take a break from the drinking. I'm pretty buzzed right now I'm sure."

Puck shrugged. "Spin the bottle?"

The teens drunkenly agreed to it, pushing their bottles away. "But everyone has to play." Quinn said, eyeing both Kurt and Mercedes. The two joined the circle with shrugs of their own.

Sam emptied the contents of his beer bottle and placed it in the center. "Who's first?"

Puck sat up and grabbed the bottle, spinning it strongly. Blaine watched it closely, as best he could without getting dizzy to make sure that it wouldn't land anywhere near his boyfriend. Kurt sat across from him, laughing with Finn and Rachel over something or another, and Blaine sighed when the bottle pointed at Brittany.

They kissed quickly under the careful eye of Santana before she cleared her throat a few times, reminding them to return to their seats. Everyone laughed as Tina grabbed the bottle and went next.

It landed on Artie who was really close to Kurt. Blaine breathed out a relieved sigh as he ruffled his curly hair. Kurt saw his anxiety and started smiling. It was really ridiculous how possessive he was. Ridiculous, but Kurt had to admit he loved every second. So when Sam grabbed the bottle and it landed on Kurt, he wasn't surprised at all when Blaine tipped the bottle and turned it towards Mercedes. Rachel shouted interference as Blaine shrugged, acting as if nothing had happened. Sam pretended nothing had happened as well, because there was no way he was kissing Kurt after seeing Blaine assault the punching bag like he always did after gym. He shared a kiss with Mercedes and everyone made 'ooooh' sounds cheering them on. Kurt told Rachel to go once they pulled away.

Though the bottle pointed directly at Blaine, he once again tapped it away as if nothing happened. Kurt smiled, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, and Tina folded her arms at the result.

"Come on. That's cheating Blaine."

Blaine shrugged, leaning back on his hands.

"New game?" Artie suggested, since it was obvious this one was going nowhere.

"How about seven minutes in heaven?" Blaine suggested, staring directly into the blue of Kurt's eyes. He pointed the bottle at Kurt and stumbled to his feet, walking over to the other side of the circle and all but dragging his boyfriend over to the closet. He could hear Artie shouting that it wasn't even a real spin, and Santana asking to watch as he closed the door behind them, pressing Kurt into the wall against some coats and attacking his neck.

He bit down pretty hard, maybe even hard enough to bruise. Kurt bit his lip, gasping a little when Blaine's hands trailed along his ass in the darkness of the closet. And then a pair of lips started kissing along his jaw line, sucking on the lobe of his ear, and Kurt couldn't help the throaty sound of approval that left his mouth.

"I think I'm drunk, Kurtie." Blaine said into his ear, and the warm temperature of his breath against Kurt's skin made his body shiver. He laughed a little, smiling at his boyfriend's revelation.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure you are babe," he responded. And then Blaine pressed him further into the wall and connected their lips, his tongue wasting no time asking for entrance.

"You know I'm having a pretty goods times."

He shoved his tongue back into Kurt's mouth before there was a chance to respond. And then he moved back slightly, nibbling on Kurt's cherry flavored lips.

"I'm happy you are baby," Kurt responded. His eyes were shut tight as he tried not to get too hard. There wasn't a lock on the door and all he needed was for Puck or Santana to burst in with a camera. "But you know you shouldn't cheat like that. It spoils the game… oh B-Blaine… what are you doing—"

Blaine threw his cardigan aside before undoing his boyfriend's jeans and sticking his hand inside, palming his growing cock through his briefs. He smiled as he went back in for a kiss; Kurt groaning as he sucked on Blaine's tongue. He tasted like alcohol, and their kissing was sloppy, and even Blaine's hand movements were all over the place as the shorter teen settled himself between Kurt's legs. Santana shouted "five minutes!" outside the door and Blaine pulled away from the kiss, dropping to his knees.

"I think-k I can make you cum in five minutesss."

And while Kurt couldn't see him, he could hear the smile on Blaine's lips. He moved his hips to help his boyfriend get his underwear down, trying not to laugh at how drunk Blaine was, and seriously hoping no one felt the need to open the closet door with Blaine's lips attached to his dick right now. But he wasn't going to last long anyway with the way Blaine was trying to swallow him whole, moaning and slurping and making other obscene noises, while his hands squeezed at Kurt's ass cheeks. Kurt slumped back against the closet wall, biting his lip to stay quiet, though with the music it didn't really make much of a difference, and holding on to Blaine's hair tightly. After a minute or so, Blaine was swallowing his seed and standing to his feet, laughing as he stumbled and fell against the door. Kurt shook his head at the noise as he caught his breath, fumbling with getting his jeans back up and fastened. Apparently Blaine wasn't so concerned with waiting because he threw the door open and exited, leaving Kurt to finish buckling up on his own.

Blaine smiled at the New Directions, waving at them as they all looked at him knowingly. His curls were standing up in every direction, and his t-shirt was stretched around the neck. Brittany stopped stripping on top of the dining room table to quote Santana's famous word of 'wanky'. He didn't seem to catch on though, because he walked over to where Tina and Mike were making out on the couch and practically sat on Tina's lap.

Puck shook his head as he pulled out a quarter. "Well can we play the next game? Since Kurt and Blaine are having a ton of fun I think we should too."

"Do you mind?" Tina asked with a smile, trying to get Blaine off her lap. Mike smirked and collapsed against the sofa's pillows.

"You're in my sixth period class." He stated rather clearly, and smiled because he was proud of his speech not slurring. The girl nodded, looking at Mike for some sort of help.

"Yes. I am…"

"Kurt, come get your boyfriend." Mike called out, hoping to finish what he had started. Kurt smiled as he smoothed his shirt out once more, ignoring Santana's call of 'we can still smell the sex on you'.

"Baby come play the game," he called out, sitting in his spot next to Rachel. She was all over Finn and he looked like the happiest man in America.

"I think he's had enough to drink," Tina called out, laughing when Mike placed kisses along her neck.

Blaine looked back with a scowl before collapsing onto the floor. "Are you calling me a-a like weight?"

Kurt laughed at his boyfriend as Tina responded. "A lightweight. I'm calling you a lightweight."

Blaine nodded, thinking about responding but getting distracted by Kurt's sing song laugh. Tina and Mike remained on the sofa, Mercedes and Artie were over by the stereo system picking songs, and Quinn, Kurt, Finn, Rachel, Puck, Brittany, Santana, Sam, and Blaine all remained playing the game.

"What's it called?" Quinn asked Puck; her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to focus.

"Sip or Strip." he smiled. "It's simple. Toss a coin, call it in the air. If you're right, pass the coin along. If not, you have to choose whether you will sip or take off clothing. Bullshit clothes like socks don't count, so don't even try it. And you cannot choose the same thing twice."

"I'd like to go first," Brittany said, taking the coin from Puck. She tossed into the air and called arms, frowning when it landed on tails.

"There's no arms, babe," Santana said. "Only heads or tails."

"Tails." she corrected.

"Well you can't call it after you see the result," Sam mumbled, ignoring Santana's death stare.

They ended up letting her go again, and when she called unicorn, she decided to take off her top. Rachel went next, getting it wrong and ending up sipping. Kurt had got her a wine cooler, not wanting his friend any more out of it than she already was.

He went next, calling tails and flipping the coin, smiling as it landed on tails.

"Ha. That's how you do it! You all suck." Kurt said smugly.

Blaine licked his lips at the words and Kurt knew nothing good was about to come out of his boyfriend's mouth.

"That's because you sound so good when I suck—"

"Dude!" Finn shouted, turning red as he looked between the two of them. Blaine didn't get what the big deal was.

"Go Kurt!" Mercedes shouted over the music.

Kurt blushed himself, passing the coin to his left. Finn took it, calling tails and frowning when it landed on heads.

"Dammit," he said, "I'll strip."

Blaine looked away quickly at the words, not prepared to see a shirtless Finn. Rachel catcalled next to him, giving the towering teen a confidence boost, and he smiled and kissed her as a result.

Sam went and got his correct, calling heads and flipping a head. Santana followed, calling heads and flipping tails. She decided to sip.

"I'm not nearly as drunk as I planned to be tonight so I'm gonna drink,"

Mercedes randomly started laughing across the room at something Artie had said and Blaine started laughing as well, not really knowing why but not really able to stop. Quinn arched an eyebrow at him as she took the coin from Santana.

"Don't let him sip if he gets it wrong," she said to Kurt who was watching his boyfriend with a confused grin. It was safe to say he never saw him like that, and it was fucking hilarious.

Quinn got hers correct and high fived with Kurt and Sam before passing it to Blaine. The teen looked at it in his hand, tossing it in the air and calling heads, "because I gave Kurt head in the closet" he added with a proud smile. Santana and Puck grinned as Finn practically held both hands to his ears like a child.

Rachel announced that it was tails when the coin rolled over to her foot, and Blaine remembered that Quinn said he couldn't drink anything, so he ended up taking off his t-shirt.

Everyone was quiet, looking at his chest and the muscles over his arms and abdomen. Kurt felt himself getting possessive, shouting for the next person to go instead of ogling his boyfriend, and Blaine started laughing randomly again.

"Damn Anderson," Puck said, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes were attached to Blaine's body, "You are cut."

Blaine smiled and shrugged. "I'm a boxer. And my boyfriend—My Kurt is a b-boxerrr… My Kurt boyfriend could kick everybody's ass here.." he finished with a grin, reaching for a beer and frowning when Sam snatched it away.

"He cannot kick my ass." Puck said seriously, almost laughing at the idea.

"He can," Blaine said confidently.

"I can," Kurt added with a confident smile of his own.

Blaine passed the quarter in the wrong direction but Quinn took it anyway, pulling out her cell phone to get this on video. "Fight!"

Puck got up and smirked, watching Kurt get up as well and get into a fighting stance. Blaine sat back as everyone moved out the way, and Mike and Tina stopped kissing to look. Mercedes pulled her cell phone out too.

"Show me what your boyfriend taught you," Puck taunted, cockily deciding against protecting his face.

"Only I get to see that," Blaine said with a frown, and Kurt ignored how inappropriate his drunk boyfriend was at the moment to prove Puck wrong.

Santana took a seat next to Blaine with a satisfied look on her face. "I am so getting you drunk more often."

"Come on, Hummel," Puck teased, moving closer. Kurt held one fist in front of him, the other at eye level like his boyfriend taught him the first day they met. Puck smiled at his form, taking another step. It was completely quiet, save the low music coming from the speakers as he spoke again. "What did he teach—"

Kurt's right fist connected with Puck's jaw like a flash of lightning, and Puck's body hit the living room floor not long after. Everyone gasped except for Blaine who began laughing yet again.

"I told you, mohawk."

"Shit!" Finn said, hustling over to his best friend's side. "Kurt! What the hell, man?"

Artie silenced the music and Quinn and Mercedes recorded the whole thing. Kurt cursed under his breath as he rushed to the other side of Puck's body.

"Noah! Noah, wake up!" he shook him a few times and got nothing.

Blaine stood up shakily and began to unbutton his jeans, stepping out of them until he was left in only a purple pair of Polo boxers, and casually walked his way up the steps.

"Kurt, honestly," Finn said, trying to grasp everything that was happening around him in his drunken state. "How the hell did you and him get together?"

Noah began moving, eventually opening his eyes.

"Finn, just go get some ice," Kurt demanded, turning his attention back to Puck. "Noah, are you okay?"

"Where… what…"

"Kurt just knocked you out!" Artie said with a laugh, burying his face in Sam's shoulder. Mike joined in, holding his stomach.

"Holy shit," Kurt said, finally breathing. "I didn't think I could… you should've swayed or something!"

"I'm fucking drunk, Kurt!" Puck shouted, then winced when he felt the pain in his jaw, "Fuck that's gonna bruise."

Blaine stumbled his way back down and smiled when he saw Puck had awoken. Now he could get on with his night.

"Babe, we ran out of condomsss here babe," he called out, frowning at how his speech slurred again.

Finn came back with the ice but only started drinking more, not ready for that statement from Blaine to be voiced at all. Kurt focused on icing Puck's jaw as Blaine went over to Mike and tapped him on the shoulder.

"You have any condomsss?" he questioned slowly, smiling when the girl dug in Mike's wallet for one.

"You owe us." she said, handing it over.

"Thank you," he turned and went back towards the stairs. "Kurt, I'll start without you… I… I swear."

"I fucking love him!" Santana said more to herself than anyone else.

"I can't… Kurt… please…" Finn said, pouring even more liquor down his throat. Hopefully he'd forget everything he heard tonight in the morning.

Kurt rolled his eyes, going to check on Blaine before he finished up downstairs. At least that's what he called it when he dismissed himself from his friends. They all nodded knowingly, Quinn taking over the pampering of Puck.

….

Upstairs, Kurt only shook his head at his boyfriend, naked and ready on his bed. He took a deep breath as felt himself getting harder in his jeans.

"I want you to stretch me, Kurtie. And talk dirty to me. And pull my hair while you fuck me."

"Blaine—" Kurt gulped, licking his lips and closing the door behind him. He walked over to the bed, watching his boyfriend's fingers working himself open as he undid his shirt and the buttons to his jeans. "I'm not letting you drink like this again. You're going to feel it hard in the morning, baby."

Blaine's eyes shot open as he stopped stretching himself. "Are you… are you mad at mee Kurtie?"

Kurt smiled, removing all of his clothing until he was only in grey boxer briefs. "No, baby. You just don't ever need to be so out of it again, okay?"

"Okay."

He kissed Blaine on the lips softly, reaching over for the lube so he could take over. Blaine whispered that he wanted three fingers and Kurt nodded, rolling his boyfriend over and slowly penetrating his hole.

"You sure you want to do this now, baby? You don't want to rest?" Kurt questioned, not knowing whether or not his boyfriend was close to passing out. He got an answer pretty quickly when Blaine stuck his ass up in the air, allowing Kurt to stretch him deeper.

Pretty soon, Blaine was begging, pushing back against his boyfriend's hand and moaning into the pillows. Kurt took a deep breath and removed his boxer briefs before picking up the condom Mike leant them, ripping it open and rolling it onto his cock. He watched Blaine get impatient and start to touch himself before removing the boy's hand away.

"You wanted me to fuck you, right Blaine?"

Blaine nodded feverishly, looking back at Kurt with wide, hazel eyes.

"Then let me fuck you. Hands to yourself."

Blaine stayed perfectly still as Kurt slicked himself up and placed both hands on Blaine's hips, lining himself up. He entered slowly, enjoying the stretch and making sure not to go too fast when Blaine couldn't really feel how much it hurt probably, knowing he'd feel everything in the morning. When he was buried all the way inside, Kurt took a deep breath and snapped his hips forward again, smiling softly when Blaine basically sang Kurt's name into the sheets.

Kurt pulled out slowly and plunged deeper, running his hands along Blaine's back. His boyfriend grabbed onto the headboard, and arched his back, encouraging Kurt in further. Each stroke brought Kurt closer and closer because of how tight his boyfriend was, and when Blaine cried out and clenched around him, Kurt moaned, thrusting harder into Blaine as the bad boy rode it out. He pulled back slightly as his boyfriend shuddered against the bed, his body shaking against the mattress.

"I'm close baby," Kurt voiced, standing clear of Blaine's prostate as he moved in and out of him, "so close…"

"You f-f-feel so good Kurtie…" Blaine moaned out, arching his back ever higher. Kurt closed his eyes, and with a few more pumps in and out of Blaine, he was coming into the condom.

He clenched the covers, biting down on Blaine's shoulder as he shook above him. They both collapsed against the bed a minute later, heavy breathing and hands laced. Blaine smiled as his breaths evened out.

"Fuck," Kurt whispered, wincing at the oversensitivity as he pulled out of Blaine. His boyfriend smiled, rolling over on the bed and watching Kurt take the condom off.

"That was amazing. But I'm sticky and just I'm sticky babe. You really hit Pick hard."

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, babe. I know. Go to sleep."

"No," Blaine said, smiling as he tried to pull Kurt closer. Kurt slapped his hands and smiled.

"Stop it. You need to rest."

"Kurrrrrt,"

"I'm going to get something to clean us up, okay?"

"C'mere," Blaine said trying to grab him again. Kurt laughed and dodged his reach, hopping off of the bed and running to the bathroom to get a damp cloth.

Blaine pouted as he collapsed against the bed, and began playing with the sticky mess on the sheets. Kurt rolled his eyes when he came back.

"Don't do that."

He wiped Blaine's body and the sheets as well, knowing he should go put them in the laundry right away, but that would get the most interesting of glances from his friends.

Kurt tossed the cloth into his hamper and lay down next to Blaine, pulling the drunken boy into his arms. Blaine proceeded to talk about the fight with 'Pick' and ask everyone's names, and say he had fun. He continued, talking about how much his parents sucked and how his brother was never around, and asking Kurt would he go to Dalton with him if he got kicked out of school. Kurt told him to stop rambling and rest, kissing the teen in his hair. What came next was something he could honestly say he wasn't prepared for.

"I love you, baby."

Blaine said it as clear as day. He hadn't really said anything clearly for the past couple hours or so, but that came out as clear as a whistle. Kurt froze, not knowing how to reply. He was 100% sure Blaine was plastered out of his mind, and didn't know what he was saying. Before he could really complicate the situation any more in his mind, Blaine's breaths became even and were softened as he fell asleep, clutching onto Kurt tightly. In that minute, Kurt decided he'd only bring it up if his boyfriend remembered.

….

Burt slammed the trunk to his truck closed and placed his and Carole's luggage on the steps of their home. He intended to go have his boys bring their things in instead of struggling with the things himself. Kurt would probably be enraged with him anyway.

He glanced over to his beautiful wife and kissed her on the cheek. They both had a pretty nice tan from their vacation and had a pretty good time. Carole had to admit she wasn't in a rush to get home, but Finn needed her there. Kurt could only tolerate but so much of him.

They reached the door and Burt unlocked it, slowly entering. Carole led the way inside, smiling until they reached the end of the hall that led to the living room. Burt was sure his smile never turned into a grimace as quickly as it had in that very moment. Teenagers were everywhere. There was a bra hanging off of the ceiling fan, and red solo cups littered around the living room.

Carole turned back to look at her husband with a warning that was of no use.

"Honey, your heart—"

"Finn!" he shouted, voice echoing throughout the room.

Finn's eyes snapped open at the shout and he jumped up, hitting his head on the coffee table in the process. He yelped and scrunched his face, grasping his head at the feeling of the horrible hangover.

Everyone else woke up as well, slowly rising at the noise of the shouting, Puck begging whoever it was to 'shut the hell up'.

"Get out of my house, now!" Burt shouted again, ignoring the contorted faces of the teens lying around his house. He looked for Kurt and didn't see him.

….

Blaine pulled Kurt closer to his body and kissed him on the lips, burying his head into Kurt's chest and sighing. Kurt smiled as he drifted back to sleep.

Something that sounded a lot like his father's voice happened to snap his eyes open though.

"What is this? Where is Kurt?"

Kurt jumped up and listened closer, hoping that he was hearing things. Blaine fell back and grabbed at his head.

"Babe," Kurt said, poking his boyfriend in the side.

Footsteps sounded on the steps and Kurt panicked, realizing they were both completely naked.

"Blaine! Fuck! Get dressed my dad is here."

Kurt pulled a t-shirt on, cursing when he realized it was Blaine's before looking for something for Blaine to throw on.

"Blaine!"

"Ouch," Blaine groaned, "what is it, Kurt?"

"My dad is here!" Kurt said.

Blaine's eyes opened widely and he jumped up too, looking for clothes. "Shit, my head!"

Knocks sounded on the door, and Kurt could hear Carole's voice.

"Kurt, sweetie?"

"Yes?" He called out, searching for clothing.

"Are you okay?" she asked, "Can I come in?"

"One second," he shouted, tossing his boyfriend a shirt from his drawer and the purple boxers he found on his floor.

"Where are my pants?" Blaine questioned, looking around.

"Shit… you took them off downstairs. Hold on."

Burt knocked this time. "Kurt. The door. Now."

He tossed Blaine a pair of sweatpants the boy left over the last time he stayed. "Coming dad!" he turned to Blaine. "Hurry, babe!"

The door flew open as Blaine was stepping into them, and Kurt looked up to see his parents walking into his room. He closed his eyes at the disappointed look on his father's face. Burt glanced from Kurt, to the unfamiliar kid with what he knew to be Kurt's t-shirt half on, and one leg in a pair of sweatpants. Finally, his eyes found a gold wrapper on the floor, and that was all the confirmation that Burt did not need.

"Both of you. Downstairs. Now."