"What do you mean youre not going to stay and party for Christmas break?"

Blaine shrugged, already packing his suitcase even though he still had a week and a half to go before reuniting with his family. It spoke volumes, he figured, about how much he missed them. Hed never been so long without them and even though he had so much keeping him busy at SCU, there were always moments where his heart ached to see them.

If only to tell Cooper to stop sending him condoms. Seriously. Blaine could open a drug store of his own at this point.

"Why wouldnt I go to see them Santana?" Blaine asked to the girl looming behind him as he packed, hands on her hips like it was her decision to make.

"Because of the parties! So many parties!" Santana retorted.

"In case you havent noticed, Im not exactly a partier."

He got a snort in reply and Santana left. Honestly, her little unannounced check ups on him in his dorm were always exhausting. If only his resident advisor would approve him putting another lock on the door.

Cheer was winding down as well before the break. There would be more competitions in the next semester, but with all colleges and universities in finals, there had been a moratorium on events. There was still practice, but it was much more laid back and the usual stresses that came with impending competitions were all but eliminated for the moment allowing Blaine to focus on school.

School and… other things anyhow. Namely Kurt who had been less of an ass and more diplomatic since their time together on the bus. He was easier to appreciate when he wasnt trying to get under Blaines skin, and Blaine felt like they had gotten around some sort of hidden impasse. Whatever the case, they did seem to keep running into one another, paving the way for them to talk casually.

Some of the times they ran into one another though werent random, and Blaine would have felt more guilty about it had it not helped him form some kind of tentative relationship with the Sirens captain.

He had gone to the weight room one night, only to see the stunt team practicing through the window that looked down into the gymnasium. There, in all his splendor, he was able to watch Kurt who had gone beyond his typical flips and struts to be tossed and do jumps. The small smile Blaine had seen earlier that semester was once again fitted on Kurts lips as he defied gravity again and again, and it was addicting to watch.

So much so that Blaine had begun to weight train at the same time each evening just so he could spy on the stunt team, and, in particular, Kurt. From that there had been several impromptu meetings in the change room that left Blaine with lots of imagery for the spank bank. Kurts smooth back, the small perky nipples that sat on a chiseled torso, his long muscular legs, and the way his hair stuck to his head after being washed. Blaine had worked hard not to be caught peeking at the other man, especially since it was difficult not to stare. There were no shortage of athletically built men at SCU, but something about Kurt was just right for Blaine, even if the package didnt match the contents. Kurt still was cool towards him, but it was a step up from the way Blaine had been treated by Kurt and hed take it.

"So, youre not going home for the holidays?" Blaine asked Kurt as they got dressed on opposite sides of the lockers in the change room.

"No. Theres actually a couple competitions for stunt teams over the holidays. I mean… Ill go for Christmas… but I cant spare a lot more than that."

"Wont your family miss you?"

Blaine could almost hear Kurts shrug as he did hear the sigh overtop of the metal that separated them. "Yeah… but I need to…."

"Keep your place at the top of the pyramid. I get it."

"Anyhow… are you coming to the party this Friday at least?"

Blaine hadnt decided on that yet. The end of the semester post-finals party was apparently criminal to miss. He would have rather just rushed home, but his parents wouldnt be back home that night anyhow so there wasnt a lot of point to leaving campus then.

"Are you going?"

"Of course."

"If I came, would you freak out at me? Its not like we have a good history at these things."

A chuckle echoed off the metal and Blaine grinned to himself, freely enjoying the light sound without worry about being seen. "I cant be held accountable for any of my actions when Ive been drinking."

"So I shouldnt come."

"Oh! No! You should definitely come! Its the best party of the season."

Blaine sighed. So hed been told.

"Well see."

That little two and a half words ended up becoming a yes as Blaine found himself being towed to the party later that week, Santana on one side of him and Kitty on the other. The two of them had burst into his room just to make sure he was coming and not ditching them - even though he was already getting ready to go.

One of the local frat houses had been turned into something of a club. On the main floor it was pretty tame - just sitting and drinking and socializing, but upstairs there was dancing and downstairs there was a full on glow in the dark rave style party. A local band was playing in the front yard and the backyard had a pool which had been taken over by wet T-shirt contests.

"Jeeze… who pays for all this…?" Blaine stammered as he looked at the food, the entertainment, the drinks, and the decorations in wonder.

"Frat boys come from frat families. Money, money, money…. oh! Theres Brit! Bye!" Santana left then, running to her un-official but definitely obvious girlfriend who was covered in glow-in-the-dark paint and laughing as she held a drink in hand.

"Mmm… and thats my cue to find the richest of them all and work my magic." Kitty purred, stalking away from Blaine and quickly becoming lost in the crowd.

"Well… what the hell am I supposed to do now…?" Blaine wondered aloud, looking around for someone he knew so he could maybe talk with them and not be that weird loner in a sea of students.

"You could come dance."

Blaine blinked and turned, jaw falling away from his face as he took in the sight of Kurt, shirtless and painted up like a glow-in-the-dark leopard, complete with whiskers on his face. If that wasnt enough, Kurts eyes were dead set on Blaine, looking like he was sizing up his next meal.

"I… I mean, Ive never really…"

"Danced?" Kurt huffed, shaking his head. "Thats a lie. You know Ive seen you on the field right?"

"I mean that." Blaine explained, pointing at the paint on Kurts body.

"Oh, well… come on. Ill help you."

Before he could offer up any reason why it might be a bad idea, Blaine found himself being led to the basement where Kurt dragged him to the paint stand. His shirt was damn near ripped from his body, and he wondered why he had even worried about which shirt to wear, and Kurt began eagerly applying the neon to his abs as Blaine tensed and tried not to laugh at the way it tickled.

Then he was given beer and made to dance in the too hot, too close room of bodies packed in like sardines. Beer after beer he drank, Kurt doing the same until his brain felt like it was thrumming with the music itself and his body tingled all over. He felt hands on him, bumped into others, and returned again and again to Kurts side as they ground against one another to the beat of the music.

It was after he had sweat so much from being on the dance floor so long that Blaines paint had begun to slick off of him as the sweat licked it away from his body. Kurts was doing the same and this time Blaine was the one to grab Kurt by the hand and take him to the paint to reapply the neon.

"Isnt this the best?" Kurt yelled over the noise to Blaine, more of a statement than a question.

"I love everything right now!" Blaine whooped in response, both boys laughing freely at the exclamation and falling against one another as their laughs became too deep and they had to hold arms to their bellies to contain it.

"We should go upstairs!" Kurt declared, grabbing Blaine by the hand and effectively ceasing the painting, his suggestion clearly more of a directive as he led Blaine back up the stairs and then up another flight to where the slower, more intimate dancing was going on. Thats where he pulled Blaine against him, grinding his body so hard that Blaine could feel, with no doubt in his mind, that Kurt was turned on.

Not that Blaine wasnt, and with the alcohol coursing through him, he ground back just as hard, hands placed on Kurts hips and then all over his body in a blur of motion and general feel-good tingles.

"You should come back to my place."

Blaine didnt remember coming up with the words in his mind, nor planning them in any way. They certainly didnt filter through his brain. In any event though, it was his own voice that said it and as inebriated as he was, he didnt feel anything but confidence as he looked to Kurt to await the reply.

"Okay."

Quintessential
What the hell is going on these days? Spartans with Sirens? Sirens with Spartans? Has hell frozen over?

AuntieSnix
Its only ever been as frigid as your crotch Quinn - which is to say its nice and toasty and all too welcoming.

Quintessential
Screw you!

KittysKorner
Ew, like Id ever sink to dating a cheer boy.

FondueForMew
Whats wrong with cheer boys?

KittysKorner
Well nothing, if youre gay or like waxed bodies.

FondueForMew
I like smooth bodies.

Quintessential
Oh for crying out loud….