This is not how Kurt wanted to spend his Sunday night. It was a school night yet he was still forced by Puck to go with him to the local gay bar Scandals. Luckily Burt and Carole were on a business trip for the next few days so he wouldn’t get in trouble for being out till gone midnight. Apparently the reason Puck was going with him was to make sure that Kurt finally got a bit of action, but Kurt knew that that wasn’t the only reason.

So this is why Kurt is now waiting by the slightly crowded bar whilst watching Puck grind up against anyone on the dance floor. One thing which he would never had guessed was that if you gave Puck a few too many drinks he would hit on basically any guy within ten metres.

A small cough from behind him brings him out of his contemplation of Puck’s sexuality. As he turns around the first thing he saw was piercing blue eyes followed by a mop of dark curls.

He was bought out of his staring by a velvety voice asking “Excuse me, would you like anything to drink darling”. This guy was complete and utter sex.

Kurt quickly pulled out of his emotional battle inside and answered as smoothly as possible with all of his thoughts.

“I will have a Shirley Temple please” Kurt answered. The barman soon after turned around and started to mix the drink up for him. He couldn’t help but smile at all of the tricks the guy added in to impress the people around the bar area. Soon the barman walked back with the made cocktail and pushed it across to Kurt.

“I hope you enjoy the drink” the guy told the Kurt as he was handing over the amount for the drink. Quickly Kurt downed the drink which he noticed made the barman turn silent. Kurt stood up after he placed the empty glass down and walked across the dance floor to pick up Puck so that they could leave.

“Hey baby, are you taking me home tonight?” Puck questioned Kurt as he was dragged through the doorway and out to Kurt’s Navigator.

“Puck, how much have you had?” Kurt asked as he squirmed from Puck’s hands which had just started to feel him up.

“Not that much baby” Puck replied as he tried to wrap his arms around Kurt from behind as he was unlocking the doors to his car. Kurt just moved out of his grasp and pulled open the back door to allow Puck to lie down. He did not fancy having to clean up vomit from his front seats.

“Get in” he said plainly as Puck steadied himself by the door.

“Couldn’t wait to get me in a bed, huh” Puck stated as he started to lie down in the back with open arms ready for Kurt to join him. Kurt just slammed the door before Puck could pull him in. He walked around to the driver’s seat and got in ready for the 15 minute drive back to the Hudmel residence.

“Why you gotta be so mean baby?” Puck slurred from where he was laying down in the back seat.

“Because, when you said you were trying to get me laid tonight I didn’t expect you to be the one offering to do it” Kurt snapped back not knowing why he actually allowed Puck to take him to the club in the first place.

He didn’t get a reply back so he just gathered that Puck had passed out from the liquor in his system.

Not long after that thought left his head he was pulling up into the driveway; and giving him the difficult job of getting an intoxicated Puck from his car into the house.

He got out from his seat and walked to the door by where Pucks head was situated so that he could try and drag him out by hocking his hands under his armpits.

After one harsh tug he managed to pull him cleanly out of the car. He dragged him up the path and had to try and balance his dead wait as he unlocked the door.

As soon as the door was open he dropped Puck in the hallway and shut the door. He watched as Puck got into a more comfortable position hugging a shoe, which was on the floor, to his chest.

He walked over to the stairs and saw that Finns door was open and music was floating down.

“Finn. Come collect Puck” Kurt yelled whilst opening the door to go down to his room. He could hear Finn stumbling down the stairs muttering curses incorporated with his own and Pucks name.

He just closed his door and started changing out of his clothes as he was heading down his stairs. He put his old clothing in the hamper and pulled out of the draw next to it a pair of silk pyjamas. He couldn’t be asked to spend half an hour on his moisturising routine so he just collapsed into his bed. As soon as his head made contact with his pillow he was fast asleep.