Blaine was two seconds away from offering to buy the next round of drinks, but out of nowhere, Brittany and Santana made themselves present again by plunking down 4 shots on the table.
“You guys need to loosen up and get up from this table.” �Brittany almost snapped.
“Those aren’t all for Kurt and I, are they?” Blaine eyed the dark alcohol in the shots. �He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what it was, but the smell coming from it didn’t seem all too appealing.
“Of course not, who do you think we are? We’ll all take one, and you boys buy Brits and I our next two shots in return. �Each.” Santana flashed her trademark devilish smile as she picked one shot back up, Brittany following. �“I want you guys on the dance floor asap. �You may be a midget and a porcelain doll, but grinding on the dance floor, it’ll still be pretty hot to watch. �Now drink!!”
Kurt picked up the shot, Blaine following as they kept eye contact. “Oh god, what is this? �It smells like my grandmothers apartment…drowning in alcohol.” �Blaine sniffed his shot from afar with that comment.
“It’s Jaggermeister, basically its liquid, alcoholic, black licorice. �Now fucking drink it!” Santana downed her shot in a mere second, Brittany mirroring.
Blaine, still slightly turned off by the smell looked at Kurt who was now just eyeing the shot he was holding up. ��He has avoided Jagger in the past at parties, only because he hadn’t heard the greatest of stories when it comes to post Jagger shots, but right now, he needed anything to help ease the tension. �The tension in the air and in his pants. As he made eye contact with Kurt, they telepathically counted down and took their shot at the same time. �He couldn’t hide how he hated it. �He made a face as if he just washed down rotten eggs with a glass of pure lemon juice as Kurt surprisingly kept his cool, covering the fact that he was gagging on the inside.
As the instant shock of the vile taste passed they each felt the warming sensation the shot brought. Kurt already felt looser, the tension in his shoulders was at least easing.
Blaine noticed Kurt relaxing after a minute, and just wanted that feeling too. Everything going on around him still felt overwhelming, but he wanted to enjoy it. “Why don’t I go get us a couple more drinks for the dance floor?” he asked as he witnessed Brittany and Santana basically prying Kurt from his chair.
“Sounds good” Kurt was practically yelling back at him as he was now being dragged out on to the dance floor.
Blaine was thankful to be alone for just two seconds. Was Kurt this anxious too? He ran a hand through his dark curls before pushing his way towards the bar. It felt like he was standing there forever. All he wanted to do was get his drinks and get back to Kurt and the girls. It felt like so many eyes were on him. He figured the guys around him could smell the teenager on him. �This guy on the left was staring at him. Just staring, he could feel it. �He took a glance over and the random stranger grinned at him, even giving him a little wink. �Blaine turned his back almost instantly. It reminded him of meeting Sebastian earlier in the week and a chill suddenly ran down his spine. Holy shit, did this dude he just turned his back to pinch his ass? “Fuck, that’s it!” he thought. He was just about to turn and rejoin the others, completely drink-less, just to get away from this guy when suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Blaaakke”. Almost his name. He turned to be staring into a pretty massive chest. “Dude, Blake right?!” He stared up into the glazed over eyes of one Dave Karofsky. Holy. Shit. �“What are you doing here man?”

Dave was obviously drunk, slurring his words at any chance he could get. “Where’s Kurt?”. �He was basically palming Blaine’s shoulder. He could probably pick him up right there and then if he really wanted to.

Blaine didn’t even bother correcting Dave on his name, he was just going to slur it or something later. �“Kurt’s dancing, he’s with Brit and Santana.” He looked over in the direction of the dance floor, trying to spot the others.

“Shit man,” Dave spewed, “Did Santana finally come out? �Man, I never thought I would see you guys here” �He stumbled a bit, using Blaine for balance.

“Yeah Dave, her and Brittany are together now. �Some things change after you leave high school.” �Once he said high school his eyes darted around, afraid someone had heard him. �No one seemed to flinch at his words though so he tried to release himself Dave’s paperweight grip and get closer to the bar. �“Hey, I never thought I would see you here...ever really. �When did you come out?”

“Never.” Dave chuckled at what he thought was a joke. “I’m not technically out... still, but I need to come here. I need something, just.. I can’t tell anyone yet.” �He was barely making a coherent sentence, but Blaine understood.

“Well Dave, I am glad you feel like you can come here at least.” Blaine was desperately trying to think of ways to end his conversation with Dave and just get back to Kurt. �He literally felt like if he just walked away while Dave was looking the other way the meat head would just forget about him completely in his drunken stupor- �

“-Well I can, because of the alcohol.” �Dave completely interrupted his thoughts. �He was now leaned up against the bar as he spoke. �“Look youmay feel like shit, on the next day...”

‘My god, does he even realize how much sense he is NOT making right now?’ Blaine rolled his eyes with his thought.

“...but man, to come here and be able to be let loose by drinking, it’s awesome man. I can talk to guys here Blake. I can kiss guys here. Did you know that? Here, lemme get you guys your drinks.”

‘God, it’s like he is just playing drunken ADD, but yes, drinks. �Let’s get back to Kurt.’ Blaine’s thoughts were starting to swirl. �Maybe that shot was just starting to get to his head. He was trying to spot Kurt again on the dance floor as Dave was finally ordering drinks with the bartender. �Whatever, if Dave is paying, then by all means he would take it.

“Is that why you and Kurt come here?” Dave asked as the bartender was pouring the drinks.
“What?”
“To kiss, and well you knoooow...” Dave tried to make a playful punch at Blaine’s arm, but barely connected.
“Oh, um, no. Well, I dunno. We haven’t been here before. This is the first time. �Brittany and Santana wanted us to come with them. �I think they come here a lot.” Blaine wiped his hand across his brows. �He suddenly sweating. He knew what Dave was implying and this was not the conversation he wanted to be having with Kurt’s former bully. ��Dave payed the bartender for the 5 drinks. Looks like he picked up one for everyone. �Blaine hoped this didn’t mean he was hoping to join the group. Fuck, he would be the 5th awkward, drunken wheel.

“Well you guys have totally done it before right? Hell, even I finally have.”

“Well, no”. Fucking hell - why did he just answer that. Blaine stopped himself before he even continued to give an answer. �Can they just go back to Kurt now. Seriously, he will just take the two drinks he can hold and run-

“Dude!! Don’t you want to? Haven’t you two been dating since like.. junior high? How do you NOT have sex with him.” Dave just grinned at Blaine, waiting for an answer.

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me,’ was all he could think. “Look, can we just take the drinks and join the others? �Thanks for getting them man, really.” �Blaine ran his hand back over his brows before running it back through his hair and forward again. �

Dave leaned in to grab a couple of glasses and Blaine stopped him. �He leaned in, maybe even a little too close, wreaking of hard liquor, making Blaine think that his is what bum’s must smell like. �“Wait.. Blake, don’t think you think that's why Kurt had you come to here then? I mean, that’s why I come here. Drinks and sex!”

“You have sex here?” ‘Oh my god Blaine.’ He was now talking to himself in his head. ‘WHY? GET THE DRINKS AND GO’

“NO.” Kurofsky was now laughing at Blaine. “You come here for the drinks, you come here to get the wheels turning. I come here to find someone but you have someone.” He said the last sentence as if he was speaking a mile a minute. �“You come here to dance, to grind. Basically, foreplay with clothes on.”

“Shit...” This time Blaine’s thought was out loud. Suddenly it seemed like Dave may have actually been making a point. �Is that why Kurt wanted them to come here tonight? Did Kurt actually want to have sex? �“God I really am fucking oblivious.” �He slumped against bar, his hands fidgeting against his chest. �It’s not like he hadn’t thought about this. Of course he had. But now? Now that he knew Kurt was thinking this too? And thinking it now? For tonight? Is this happening?

“Drink man.” �Once again Dave interrupted his muddled thoughts. “I know that face. Drink. It helps. �Let’s take these drinks back, but first, take a shot, ease up...”

“I just had a drink and a shot. I don’t know if I should take another shot and instantly follow it up with...” He stared at the 4 glasses that were left. Dave already finished his own drink.

“Screwdriver. �Simple. Orange juice and vodka. ��Look. You need to get a little drunk man, or you are going to be fidgety all night.” �Dave smacked Blaine’s hands with one of his own. �“You want this to happen right?” �Before he even let Blaine answer he called for the bartender. “One shot of tequila please.”

“Tequila?!?”

“Dude, when you are loosened up later, you will be thankful. Here, take the salt and the lime.” Dave practically shoved the shaker and the slice at him.

“Fuck, you are probably right.” �Blaine couldn’t believe he was basically taking advice from Dave of all people. Listening to Dave. Doing what Dave told him. �He took a single deep breath, licked the salt he shook on his hand and downed the tequila followed by the lime. “Fuck.”

“Dude, you swear like a sailor. Who fucking knew?” Dave smacked him on the back as Blaine tried to process the liquor. �“Let’s get these drinks to everyone.” He picked up two glasses, handed them to Blaine and picked up the other two himself. �“Lead the way.”