'Hi Stef'

'Hi pretty boy. How are you?'

'I am fabulous! Ring the girl's and get your arses over to mine and bring the vodka. We're having a girls night in!'

'Sounds like you've already been drinking! How could I refuse! Give me an hour and we'll be over.'

'I've had a couple of glasses of Rose. Hurry, hurry, hurrrrrrry!'

'Alright, calm yo' tits! See you in a while. Love you.'

'Yay! Love you too.'

I race upstairs unable to contain my excitement knowing full well that it will not be a night in when there is vodka involved.

I faff around for the next hour, re-doing my hair, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. Buzzing around my house unable to keep still wondering what tonight's mischevious adventure will entail. As I momentarily relax and let my mind run away with all the possibilities, I hear 4 giggling women walking up my driveway. I slam my glass of wine onto the coffee table missing the coaster completely as the red liquid swirls around the glass making it's bid for freedom and jumping over the rim. I would give a shit if I wasnt bursting at the seems with excitement. It had been so long since I went out with the girls, this night was well over due. I rush to the front door swinging it open.

'GIRLS!' I shout as my voice is drowned out by a chorus of squeeling.

Stef runs towards my first, gripping me in a bear hug, as the other girls follow suit. Limbs are thrown everywhere as the frantic group hug spills into my living room.

'Oh my god Kurt, I've missed your handsome face!' The small brunnette shouts.

'Shem!' I squeel in delight, having not seen her for a good three months. 'How's that new English man of your's?!' I ask giving her a wink and a cheeky grin.

'He is most positively delightful!' Shem chimes, in what could be described as possibly the most terrible English Accent I have ever heard!

'Oh Ava honey, how are you? I heard about you and Simon, I'm so sorry.' I say pouting and pulling her into a tight embrace.

'Well I'm not, you know what they say Kurt, 'Plenty more cock in the sea!'

'Ttttt, Av that's gross! You can't keep your knickers on for more then five minutes!' Shem says nudging her playfully.

'Well exactly that's why I don't wear them anymore.' Jess says with a cheeky grin.

'Too many layers?' I ask.

'Preciselly!'

'So are we acting like ladies and gentlemen tonight of getting completley shit faced and drinking straight from the bottle?' Stef asks as she kisses me on the cheek thrusting the promised bottle of vodka to my chest. I look at all three girls watching my carefully make my decision.

As if I needed to think!

'Let's get fucked!' I say unscrewwing the lid and letting the foul, burning liquer trickle down my throat. As Ava hits play on my stereo and Lady Gaga fills the air.

I excuse myself from the dancing and gossiping to retrieve a carton of orange juice and four glasses from the kitchen. I slump my back against the fridge looking down at my feet, letting out a sigh.

'Ahem,' I direct my gaze towards the noise and see Shem standing there. 'I've just come to get ice.' She says smiling which then wavers as she sees my expression. 'Honey, what's the matter?' Shem questions as she clasps her hand around my own.

'Oh it's nothing Shem, I'll spill all later. Promise.' I declare, trying my best to reasure her I'm fine. I kiss her cheek reopening the fridge to acquire the ice while Shem saunters back to the living room.

'Ice Ladies.' I state as I perch next to Stef who gives me a toothy smile.

'So where are we going tonight then?' Av inquire's. Although we all know the answer.

'MURPH'S PLACE!' We all cheer.

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'Kurt, what's wrong?' Shem asks, seeking the answer to our conversation from earlier. I frown at the question but decide, well the vodka decides, to spill all anyway.

'It's just, I don't know.' I do know. It's just trying to find the words to explain how I'm feeling. 'I feel lonely, I guess. You all have boyfriend's, well not you, Stef but you know what I mean. I feel left out when you're all talking about men, sex, cuddles and shit.'

'Honey, you can have anybody you set your eyes on. Look at you! You're gorgeous. Perfect skin, perfect hair perfect personality and well you're faultless Kurt!' Ava utters with a demure expression.

'Are you sure you're not a homosexual man?' Stef says which breaks our serious demeaner and has us tittering again.

'Back to the subject at hand ladies.' Shem says looking at me waiting for me to carry on spilling my guts.

'I feel like it's never going to happen, so I may as well just give up. I already have a cat!' I say mocking my own feelings.

'And why just stop at one!' Av chimes in which has us snickering again.

One of the things I love about being inebrehated is, the slightest, most insignificant thing can make you explode with laughter.

'Ah!' Stef shouts 'I know the exact song to sing! Now it may be a little cheesy but fuck it, let's sing it anyway!' Stef pronounces as she grabs my hand and lead/drags me to the stage.

I pick up my microphone and squint my eyes at the sudden brightness of the spotlight that Stef shoves me under as she speaks to the DJ, making her song selection. I stand there for a few seconds before Stef re-joins me, waiting for the track to start playing and when it does it's 'Celine Dion-All by myself'

'You have got to be fucking kidding me.' I breath out and look beside me glaring at Stef whi inturn erupts laughing when she takes in my expression.

'I'm just fucking with ya Kurt!' She tells me slapping me on the back as she turns around and signals to the DJ (who looks like he was in on the joke as well) to put the correct song on. I instantly recognise the first note which puts a drunken smile on my, well, drunken face! As I stand there grinning at the audience, waving to Shem and Av, Stef sings the first verse and Jesus this takes me back! She sounds exactly like Rachel did when we were at school and this time I get the lead and not Finn! I'm shook out of my remenising by Stef who elbows me to tell me it's my turn to sing.

With all the misery in the last couple of years I havn't sung a song that has over whelmed me and lifted my spirits. One that doesn't make me feel like sobbing. This song reminds me of when things were good, when I had everyone I loved by my side.

I look over at Stef, who returns my grin as she sings the next verse.

As Stef grabs my hand raising them both to the ceiling we start to jump up and down unable to contain our joy as we bounce around the stage.

People start to get out of their seats, stumbling to gather around the stage.

I can't help the cry of laughter that escapes me as I see Sham and Av dancing clumsily behind me singing the harmonies.

I open my mouth to sing the next verse but I am pushed aside be Av as her and Shem stride forward to sing.

Oh good Lord. The air guitars are out!

'Come on everybody! Where are your air guitars?!' Stef yells into the microphone. I clutch my face laughing so hard as I watch them prance around the stage, watching the audience do the same. Fuck it, I'm joining in!

All three girls turn and point at me which send a hot blush to my cheeks as I roll my eyes and carry on singing.

The audience explode into a mass of frantic cheering and cat whistles. I can honestly say this is the best I have felt in months.

We walk back to the table and throw ourselves in our seats still revelling from our performance.

'I feel so alive!' Shem giggles clapping her hands together frantically.

'That was so awesome!' Av states sipping her drink.

'Ugh, that was fucking amazing! They absolutkey loved us!' Stef chirps.

I say nothing, just nodding along in agreement. My caliber of words just couldn't describe how fantastic that was.

As the evening goes on the bar is far less crowded and the atmosphere more mellow. Although we are far more intoxicated then we always intend to be!

I walk to the bar to buy the next round and take a seat on a wobly bar stool (or is that me?!) I sip my drink as the bartender brings the girls drinks to me. I pull out my wallet ready to pay when I feel an arm brush against my own. I turn my head to see whom the arm belongs to and I'm greeted with a familiar face but I can't quite place where I recognise him them from.

'I'll get these.' The man says as he passes the bartender the money and smiles down at me.

'Kurt, Kurt Hummel, right?' He asks as I nod slowly and shake his extended hand. He can see the confusion on my face, trying to work out how I know him. Thankfully he helps me out.

'Michael' he states 'Dave Kurofsky's brother. I was a couple years above you at school.'

I smile with realisation.

'Ah, Michael. It's good to see you' I say dropping his hand and picking up the drinks. 'And thanks for these.' I tell him nodding towards the drinks in my hands.

As I walk away and catch the gawping eyes and dirty smirks on the girl's face's he grabs my elbow and twirls me around. So I am face to face with him again. Before I have time to repremand him for making me spill a fair bit of our drinks, he pulls out a card and stuffs it into my pocket.

'Give me a call, beautiful.' Michael says as he pats the pocket his number is now in and saunters away without a second glance leaving me staring to and fro my pocket and where he dissapeared into the crowd.

I head back to the table mouth still slightly ajar in disbelief as the girls start giggling and a blush attacks my face.

'Don't Stop believing!' Av and Stef start singing at the same time, which makes them snort with laughter.

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Billy Joel-Piano man plays softly on the jukebox in the background of our chatter which slowly but surely is sending us to sleep.

'Bar's closing in ten guys.' A young man tells us as he collects the glasses from our table.

'Ohh, I don't want to call it a night yet.' I pout.

'There isn't much to do at this time babe!' Stef says looking at her watch.

We sit there in silence for a while pondering what we could do next when someone slaps their hand on the table in discovery, jolting us out of our own train of thoughts.

'I know exactly what we can do!' Av slurs with a devlish grin.

Stef looks at the other girl slyly clearly knowing something me and Shem don't.

'If it's what you tried to make me do last time, then NO!' Stef tells her.

'Oh come on! Don't be such a pussy! Be spontanious, live on the wildside like me!' Ava says reaching out her hand and slapping Stef's knee in excitement.

'No fucking way Av! I do not want to be scared for life!' Stef says sternly.

'Av your version of living on the wildside is sleeping in a bin and sleeping with the tramp that lives in the bin!' Shem laughs poking her arm as Ava rolls her eyes.

'Well a girl has got to get her kicks from somewhere in this shitty town. Although I'd never sleep in a bin!' Av says to which Stef snorts.

'So you're not denying the tramp then!' I say laughing as Ava winks in return.

'Well I'm in! You only live once right?!' I chug the rest of my Vodka and Cranberry and slam the glass onto the table.

'Sod it, I'm in as well. I don't know what it is! but I'm in!' Shem says laughing, also downing her drink.

The three of us turn to look at Stef expectantly awaiting her decision.

'Oh fuck it! I'm in. You bitches will be the death of me.' She exclaims as she stands up grabbing her coat, walking towards the door.

Where we ended up next was not what I was expecting.

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'Av, why the hell are we at your house?' I ask in bewilderment.

'Welcome to Flaming Ink!' She says winking at me.

I sit on the edge of Ava's chair in her dining room, topless, as she kneels behind me. Shem and Stef giggling at the new additions to their bodies.

'You ready Kurt?!' Stef asks squeezing my shoulder.

'I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to have a tattoo when you've had a drink and why the hell do you even have a tattoo gun?! You have never tattood anything in your life! Oh fuck it just do it now before I change my mind!'

I feel the sharp stab of the needle as Ava scars me for life.

When I awake the next morning my head throbs and my limbs ache as my hangover takes hold of my body. I lay there rubbing my eyes as last night slowly comes flooding back in my mind. I remember a lot of Vodka, Don't stop believing, Michael and.., and holy fuck. I sit up abruptly slapping my hand over my open mouth, no no no, Please be a dream. Please please please. I beg my own mind.

I bound out of bed and race towards my vintage floor length mirror.

FUCK.

Last night we all decided it would be funny to let Ava use our bodiesas a canvas and try her new toy out. A tattoo gun.

Shem had Pixie tattoed on her wrist. Stef had Hobbit tattooed on her left shoulder blade and Ava tattooed her own foot saying Unicorn. I decided on Wood Nymph on my lower back, apparently. Except that's not what it turned out saying, Av though she would be artistic and swirl the end of the letter 'H' in Nymph. So my tattoo now in fact looks like it says 'Wood Nympho' need I say more.

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'You ready?' Asked Blaine.

I bent down to pick up my bag, after our usual coffee after school, to leave.

I turned around to see Blaine chewing his bottom lip trying to hide his smirk. I was about to question him when he began to speak.

'You didn't say you had a tattoo Kurt.'

Bollocks.