Luckily for Blaine, he only had to suffer two more slushie facials in the time between his first frozen experience and the Halloween party. Hed decided to definitely go with the Danny Zuko costume, finding an old leather jacket of Coopers hidden in his brothers old room and pairing it with a tight pair of jeans, cuffed at the ankle, and one of his own undershirts. It was easy for the boy to gel his hair to the perfect Grease look, and he slid on a pair of Coops sunglasses for a final touch. It was perfect. Even if his Chucks should have been swapped out for a pair of boots. He liked his ankles showing, thanks, and the low-tops still matched pretty well.

Nobody knew what Kurt was going to show up. They didnt know what Tina and MIke had decided on either, or if Puck would actually show up as half a horse. It seemed likely enough, though, so Blaine prepared for insanity as he drove to Rachels house.

His keys were confiscated by the hostess, who made quite the Fanny Brice if Blaine did say so, and he was informed that there were enough sleeping bags and blankets and pillows that no one was allowed to leave. That wouldnt be an issue for him, since his parents werent even home to need permission. Business trips seemed to crop up more and more often these days. Oh well. At least this meant he wouldnt be spending another weekend alone at the large house, right?

"Da-yum, Anderson!" it was Santanas voice that practically growled when he trotted down the stairs to Rachels basement. She was still waiting for some members of the group to show up, so she just told him where to find everyone else. He ducked his head in an effort to hide the blush as he avoided Santana and found his way to a couch with another occupant.

He tilted his head at his fellow couch-sitter, then golden eyes lit up. "Kurt! That make up is amazing! You look just like a brown tabby!" And the boy really did. Even the light streaks in his hair matched the colors of his layers, scarf, and the make up hed painted on his face. Somehow he still had that perfect coif of hair despite furry ears being clamped in it, and he even had fake whiskers attached to his cheeks near his mouth. It was really impressive.

That musical laugh rang through the room as Kurt grinned at him. "Well, if Rachel wouldnt go broadway with me, why not go cliche with the rest of this group, right? I do have to approve of your Danny Zuko, though. Very clever, Mr. Anderson." The boy even had orange cat-eye contacts in. It was… wow. Blaine found himself wondering if there was a tail attached to those burnt-chocolate colored skinnies, too.

Sure enough, Kurt turned to playfully hiss at Puck, who had actually tried to pet his head for some reason, and there it was, peeking behind his ass. A freaking tail. Ugh. There was no reason a cat costume should look so damn hot on a guy. Wasnt the whorish animal trend only supposed to be a girl thing? Of course, Kurt didnt look any sort of whorish. He just looked… hot.

Blaine shook his head in an attempt to clear it as he focused on the rest of the party goers. Sure as she said, Santana was rocking the unicorn costume. He wasnt sure what made it a baby unicorn, but whatever. She had a horn and ears and her hair was in multiple pony tails going down her head in a mohawk fashion to make a mane, a tail stuck to her ass, which was barely covered by a pair of red booty shorts. They must have been for Cheerios or something.

Brittany had a horn, cat ears, a horse tail, and drawn on whiskers that had nothing on the fake ones Kurt had stuck to his face. Blaine vaguely wondered if there was glue on the boys face and how much it would hurt to take those things off, but then he got distracted by Tina as some kind of witch and Mike sulking as what appeared to be a single chop stick? Or he was just a stick. It seemed distinctly Asian, though, and the way he was glaring at Tina told Blaine that the chop stick was supposed to be part of a pair. Uh oh.

Mercedes was all glitz and glam in a golden fairy costume that shimmered when she moved, a dusting of gold glitter over her face and arms. "Looking fabulous, Mercedes," Blaine said with a shy grin, having gotten up from the couch to get a drink from what Puck seemed to have made into a bar. He had no idea where all the liquor came from, but as long as the delinquent was serving and they were all stuck there for the night anyway, he figured he might as well indulge. "And what are you supposed to be, Puck?"

The other mans lips quirked into a rueful smile as he popped open a beer and handed it to Blaine. "Puckzilla. I have spikes on the back of my jacket, see?" He turned and showed off a row of cardboard taped to his leather jacket. Clearly that made him a dinosaur or whatever a Puckzilla was. "Here, take this to the tomcat. Bitch hasnt even had a sip yet and if he thinks hes going to bail just cause he hasnt drank anything hes never met Berry." He thrust a solo cup in Blaines hand and he was back on his way to the couch.

Kurt tried to deny the drink, but Blaine told him that they were stuck and might as well get a little buzzed before the games started, which had Kurt drinking the vodka and sprite, which seemed to be a lot more vodka judging from his face, in a bit of a rush. As soon as Rachel and Finn rejoined the party with a Nascar Artie coming in the downstairs entrance, Blaine found out why Kurt was so eager to get drunk.

"This party has officially started! Time for karaoke! Im going to sing Dont Rain on my Parade because I am properly dressed for-" Rachels voice, in a microphone no less, was cut off by Santana standing up and screaming.

"SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Blaine gulped, suddenly finding great interest in rushing through his current beer and making grabby hands for another when Kurt got up to refill his own drink. The group was then found in a circle on the floor and Santana was spinning an empty beer bottle with a sly grin on her face.

She spun Finn and made fun of his boy lips and lack of technique. He spun Puck and tried to awkwardly avoid his best friends lips, only for Puck to grumble, say fuck it rather loudly, and kiss the quarterback on the mouth in a rather impressive way that had Finn sitting back with a look of confusion clear on his face. That was… interesting. Puck spun Kurt, who squeaked and glared.

His eyes were narrowed as he took his place in the middle of the circle before Puck, not quite leaning in yet. "Noah, I swear, if you do anything more than press those lips against mine, I will cut you." Santana about fell over laughing when Puck tried to slip Kurt some tongue and the smaller boy actually swiped at him like a cat, scratching his face and smirking with a told ya so on his lips.

Kurts spin landed on Rachel and that was painfully awkward, then Rachel spun Tina and the two giggled more than they kissed. Tina spun Blaine and got a little too into it for his tastes. Then it was his turn to spin. And of course, as luck would have it, the bottle landed on Kurt. Shit.

This time there was no threat for if tongue was used, but Blaine still felt like he should be chaste with the other boy. Even if he really wanted to go full make out with him. He groaned a little audibly, covering it with a cough, then leaned in to connect their lips. He felt like he was on fire with the heat coursing from his lips to his stomach and settling in his groin. Oh god. Maybe alcohol hadnt been the best idea.

He sat back, panting slightly, and Kurt spun after a visible shake. So, apparently he wasnt the only one affected. The bottle landed on Finn and Kurt and the boy in question both gagged. "Oh, god, no. I am not anywhere near drunk enough to kiss my brother. Satan, you can kiss him. Im done with this game." And with that, Kurt abandoned the kissing game in favor of a bathroom break and a refill.

The game progressed from there with many of them exchanging kisses. Blaine ended up kissing Artie, which was awkward, Tina again, and yeah she definitely was too into it, and even Santana, who seemed surprised by his ability to make out. (Well, if he was going to be forced to kiss a lesbian he might as well show off a little, right?) Then the game ended because Puck and Finn had spun each other again and they were not going there. Again.

"Lady Hummel, get your ass back over here. Its time for truth or dare and you are my first ask." Santana really had a way of taking over when it came to parties… Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his hips in such a way that his tail twitched as he made his way back to the circle, a fresh drink for himself in hand along with an unopened can of beer for Blaine.

He sat next to Blaine, too, and that made him smile even more than the beer, which he took rather happily. "Fine. Truth. I dont trust you with dares, Satan." He used Blaines shoulder to balance as he lowered himself to a seated position, and that made the dark-haired boy smile all the more.

"Alright. How far have you gotten with someone?" Her eyes lit with mischief as she asked and Kurt only rolled his, looking a little embarrassed even as he swore at her.

"Oh, fuck you. You know I havent gotten anywhere. Only gay guy any of us even knows aside from Rachels dads, remember? That was a wasted fucking question." He took a large swig of his drink and Blaine vaguely noted that Kurts filter disappeared when wasted. He clearly had a much bigger vocabulary than he usually showed. "Finn. Truth or dare?"

By the time it reached Blaine, Puck was the questioner and there had already been a good ten truths and dares exchanged. Finn had ended up with his underwear on his head (having gone to the bathroom to get them off, thankfully), Quinn banned Rachel from talking unless it was her turn or else shed have to streak through the neighborhood, Santana had revealed that her biggest fear was being forgotten (which made everyone need another drink), and Puck had just finished riding Finn around the room like a pony (thank you Brittany for a very weird dare).

He clearly wasnt thinking when the word slipped past his lips, but it did anyway. "Dare." Even Santana glanced at Blaine with a small snort as she leaned back against Brittany.

"Damn, Anderson. You got balls. I thought the costume was going to be the craziest thing you revealed tonight. Instead we get the make out king who takes dares from Puckerman." She snuggled into Brittany getting more comfortable for the obvious show that was to come.

It seemed like ages between Santanas promise that his choice was a poor one to Puck actually opening his mouth to give the dare. In that time, Blaine took a hefty swig of his beer- hed lost count as to what number he was on- and steeled himself for whatever was to come. No amount of mental preparation could have prepared him for the dare that left Pucks lips while Blaine still had a mouth full of beer.

"Alright, I dare you to put that mouth to good use and show Hummel the way to… hmm, how bout second base? Word has it thats how far our most virginal player has gone after all." He shot a wink at Rachel, who blushed and glared at the mohawk-wearing dope of a boy.

Blaines mouth went dry after he choked on the beer hed finally managed to swallow, coughing before sitting there staring at Puckerman as if he was about to say just kidding! and laugh it off. Of course, there was no just kidding even if there was laughing. Cackling actually. From Santana. And giggling from just to Blaines right.

He turned his head and stared at the cat-boy who had literally fallen backwards and lay on the floor laughing. Not laughing, but giggling. His drink was spilled over his shoulder from the fall, but he didnt even seem to notice the wet spot on the shoulder of his layered shirts. God, Kurt had to be drunk if that was the case. Blaine stared at him for a while before clearing his throat and finally poking the boy who he had been dared to, well, he wasnt even sure what really. What constituted as second base anyway?

A squeak answered the poke and Blaine rolled his eyes. "Cmon, kitten. I have a dare to do." He tugged on Kurts arm, and something between the tugging and the serious tone seemed to sober the brunette.

Blue eyes peered from him to Puck, widening as he sat up and focused on the situation. "Wait, youre serious? What the fuck, Noah? I cannot believe I let you guys talk me into this stupid party. I dont need your help gaining sexual experience, jeez…" He glanced to Blaine and blushed a pleasant rosy hue which only made Blaine more aware of how much he actually wanted to complete this dare. Which probably wasnt a good thing, given how Kurt didnt know he was gay and so thought he was being forced on Blaine.

"Its just a dare, come on," he muttered, tugging Kurt into his lap and smothering the boys arguments with his mouth. Apparently that was all it took for a rather drunk Kurt to let go of the situation, because at the first prod of his tongue, Blaine gained entrance to Kurts hot mouth. He was pretty sure he moaned a little as their tongues fought for dominance, but everybody was too drunk to notice or it was too loud for them to hear it. Either option worked for Blaine, as he caressed Kurts teeth, tongue, the roof of his mouth with his own hungry tongue.

Second base was usually copping a feel, wasnt it? Over the clothes feel, if Blaine remembered from the talk of the Warblers. Well, with Kurt in his lap he could definitely feel things. He supposed hed gotten to somewhere between second and third base when hed briefly dated Jeremiah, but that had been… well, it hadnt been at all like this, and he had to fight with himself before letting his hands fall to Kurts ass and pulling the boy closer, effectively rubbing their hips together as he broke away to breathe.

Oh god, that was definitely an erection. And, dear Lord, Blaine was hard too. He sincerely hoped Kurt wouldnt think anything of him for this, and he wouldnt say a damn thing to Kurt either. Nope. Not a thing. Even if it did make his heart flutter to know that he could do that to the boy he was quickly falling further and further for. Instead of focusing on their mutual excitement, Blaine focused on his dare. Lips traced down Kurts jaw, along his neck until they settled at the juncture between neck and shoulder, one hand lifted up to hold his shirts away from the spot. Blaine could taste some of the face paint on his lips, but he didnt care. He was determined.

With one steady breath to convince him to throw all trepidation to the wind, Blaine sealed his lips over the tender flesh there and sucked, nipped, and licked until a bruise was forming and Kurt was wriggling in his lap, pushing their hips together so hard they might bruise. There was cheering and Blaine felt himself blushing as he locked eyes with Kurt and saw just how blown his pupils were. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly as Kurt scrambled out of his lap, muttering something about needing another drink and excusing himself to the bar.

"Once again, Im left saying damn Anderson. You are something else, you know that? Now its your turn to pick a victim, though, Casanova, so dont get too lost in that lusty haze." Santanas voice broke whatever remaining haze there had been, so Blaine shook himself a bit and asked Mike, who he then dared to sit in Pucks lap for the rest of the game. Might as well make two other people uncomfortable, right?

The game progressed and Kurt returned with a drink and shifty glances every now and again that Blaine tried his best to ignore. By the time the game ended, they were all pretty drunk and Rachel wanted to sing, so karaoke broke out until everyone was too tired and started passing out. Blaine went to sleep with images of Kurt in his mind, the sound of his kiss-caused groans filling his dreams.