chapter 4:
I arrived at Kurt’s house a half hour after the party was supposed to start. I pulled in his driveway, and looked around. His house was huge, probably one of the biggest houses I have ever seen. Just as I approached the door to ring the doorbell, the door was flung open and Kurt appeared in the doorway. The first thing I saw was the glass chandelier and two staircases on either side of the wall leading upstairs. The marble floor was shining as if it had just been polished. Before I had time to get lost in my thoughts he pulled me inside his house that was packed with people and kissed me hard on the lips. He pulled away after about a minute or led me through the house to where the drinks were being served. “What would you like to drink Blaine? We’ve got everything.”
“I guess I’ll have pĩna colada”
“Sure thing. I’ll make it right away.”
“Thank you,” I said, as he handed me the fruity concoction. I sipped it as he showed me around the rest of the house. First to the kitchen where the counters were filled with every kind of alcohol you could imagine. Then to the room which looked like the living room where everyone was dancing. I could hear Super Bass by Nicki Minaj playing. I sat down at a makeshift bar that was set up, and watched Kurt dance. He motioned for me to come join him, so I put down my drink, and went to dance with him. He was actually a better dancer than I thought he’d be. He left me for a moment to go talk to the DJ, and after Super Bass, Teenage Dream to the song Apologize came on. “Would you like to dance with me,” Kurt asked.
“I would love to,” I said, and he took my hand, and we spun in small circles. All the people around us started to fade away into the background, and in that moment it was just the two of us in complete bliss. As the song drew to a close I leaned in and kissed him. The song Every Time We Touch started playing in the background. I started to back him up against the nearest wall never breaking the kiss. We kissed with much ferocity, hands wandering all over. The next song came on. Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie. By now I was grinding onto his leg, and he was sucking on my neck, and by the way it was starting to feel I knew there would be a bruise on it tomorrow. After a while, I lost track of time. I knew at least 2 songs had passed, and that Katy Perry’s E.T. was playing. Kurt grabbed my hand and led me up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway to the last room on the right. He pulled me inside and shut the door, blocking out the music coming from downstairs.
I looked around the room, which was obviously Kurt’s with all the pictures of which I’m assuming are his friends. The room is a crimson red color, with a huge king size bed in the middle of the room. I walked over to the bed and motioned for Kurt to come join me. “Kurt I’m not ready to go all the way tonight, but I thought maybe we could talk for a little bit.”
“Sure, and me neither. I’m not ready yet. But I do want you to be the one to do it just not yet.”
“I would love to be too, when the time is right.” I pulled him onto the bed next to me and gave him Eskimo kisses which got a laugh out of him. “Kurt your party is awesome, I’m having so much fun.”
“Why thank you,” he said with a laugh. I was admiring Kurt in all his glory when I noticed a crimson ring on his finger.
“Hey Kurt, where did you get the ring on your finger,” I asked curiously.
“Oh um, I got it a long time again. It’s a long story though.”
“I want to hear it.” I said.
“Sure just not tonight.” He leaned in to kiss me which led to another make out session.
“So much for talking,” I joked. “So tell me about your friends.”
“Well, my best friend is Zack, and don’t worry he’s straight, and not even my type. But we’ve known each other for a long time. We met in an ally one night, and we’ve been friends ever since. But then again, when I was in high school my best friend was a girl named Mercedes. She was me in girl form. Her fashion sense was killa and her and I would talk for hours. But last year she was hit by a car and was killed. I couldn’t believe it.” He was crying by this point, and I rubbed his back for support. “Kurt, I’m so sorry.”
“I knew the day would come, just not so soon.” I could feel his pain. My grandmother Loretta had died when I was young. She used to take me out for ice cream, and when she found out I was gay she was one of the only people that accepted me. When she died it was like I was alone in the world, and my mom started to accept me a few years later. But at my Sadie Hawkins dance, after I got beat up by the bullies at my school, I had nothing. I couldn’t even go into my school without being tormented, that’s why my parents sent me to Dalton. I could be whoever I wanted to be without living in fear every day.
“I… c’mon let’s get you back to the party.” We went down the stairs back to the party. It didn’t look like anyone was drinking the alcohol that was being served.
“Blaine I’m going to go grab a drink, ugh you can stay here if you want to, and if anyone asks tell them that you are mine.”
“Ugh… okay Kurt.” Before I could ask Kurt what he meant he was gone. I realized everyone at this party was particularly pale. Some girl approached me in a short red dress, and big platform shoes. She had blond hair, and towered over me by a few inches.
“Hey hot stuff; are you here with anyone tonight because you look delicious?” Was this girl seriously hitting on me? Hadn’t she seen me with Kurt all night?
“Yeah I’m here with Kurt. He just went to grab a drink.” In the blink of an eye Kurt was by my side once again.
“Leave him alone Esmeralda he’s mine.” Kurt was giving her the bitch glare I could tell. He was starting to back the girl, Esmeralda, against a wall. I could tell the girl was scared, and started to retreat.
“I hope he takes good care of you sweetie; wouldn’t want you to get hurt now.” She walked away, and by now I was downright confused.
“Sorry about her Blaine, some people just don’t know when to stay away.”
“That’s alright. So what kind of drink did you get?” I asked curiously.
“Oh just a mix of different drinks.”
“Can I try it?” But before he could respond I grabbed the cup out of his hand and took a swig. It was disgusting. It tasted like iron, so I spit it out.
“Blaine you probably won’t like it. It’s an acquired taste.”
“You got that right,” I said.
“C’mon Blaine let’s get you home.” As we were walking out the front door I tripped on a vase someone must have dropped, and cut my arm. Blood was gushing out a mile a minute and it seemed as if everyone in the room had stopped to look at me. It looked like they were looking at me as if I were a piece of meat. Before I knew Kurt had picked me up and swung me over his shoulder.
“Blaine, we got to get out of here.” As Kurt started to run with lightning speed.