Parties were the best source of validation for Kurt.   All the jocks in high school had been complete neanderthals who had been totally unable or unwilling to accept his sexuality.  In college though, people were just more open-minded.  Maybe not everyone, but enough people that the homophobes knew to keep their attitudes to themselves.  

So at a party, guys and girls alike had no problem talking to him, drinking with him, and just having fun with him.  Hell, he'd even made out with a few of the self-identified straight guys who just wanted to experiment.  

“Well Kurt?  Who's got your eye tonight?”  Quinn mused, sliding up alongside Kurt in what had to be one of her more revealing outfits to date - which said a lot since the girls cheer outfits were barely there.  

Kurt scanned over the crowd, an open vodka cooler in his hand.  Of the guys he knew were gay, most he had already made out with or more and none were worth a second round.  The straight guys he'd made out with too were also, DEFINITELY, not worth a second go.  They had been horribly sloppy, probably used to girl lips and bodies, and had no idea how to handle another man.  

“Football team.  Blonde hair.  Taller.  Sitting on the couch to the left.” Kurt said, directing Quinn's attention to the man he was paying attention to.

“Oh… he's a senior.  Nice.  I think his name is Adam or something?  Whatever it is - good choice.”  She sipped whatever was in her red plastic cup and nodded.

“What about you?  Any targets for the evening?”

Quinn sipped some more of the drink, looking at the party-goers over the rim of her cup before responding.  “I don't know yet.  Not impressed so far.”

Kurt nodded.  He couldn't disagree with Quinn's assessment of the straight guys around.  The sad fact about the jocks in college were that most were fraternity boys - more interested in impressing the other guys with their machismo stunts than impressing the girls.  At least they weren't hateful.

Brittany came up on Kurt's other side, completing the unholy trinity.  She had a fizzy drink in her hand, probably a pop or some kind of mix, and bounced on her toes as she looked around.  “We totally own this party!”

Kurt and Quinn just nodded in agreement.  Even if they were standing off to the side and not mingling with anyone else, it was true they held the power.  People would glance to them, always acknowledge them as they walked by, and all it would take to change the pace of the party was a word from any three of them.  

Which was precisely what Kurt felt like doing.

“Time for body shots!” He called out, setting his drink down on the mantle of the fireplace he had been standing by and pulling off his shirt.  A cheer went up from the crowd and it only took a moment for a couple of the guys to move the drinks to the room they were in as Kurt laid back on a table.

He laughed as his navel was used as a container, the cool liquid poured into it tickling him.  Quinn had already coaxed the boy he'd pointed out earlier to drink it up, and Kurt made sure to make a small, appreciative groan as his belly was licked clean before sitting up and inviting himself to kiss… Adam was it?  Whomever it was, it probably wouldn't matter come tomorrow.  Kurt had no time or interest in seeing anyone longer than a night.  

Kurt was sure Adam was gay, but the way the man drew away quickly and looked around at the crowd sheepishly after having Kurt's tongue in his mouth told a different story.  He was either straight or disinterested, and because Kurt was Kurt, it had to be the former.

Not that it ever stopped Kurt though.

He leaned in, licked his lips over and batted his lashes, “Want to find a quiet corner?”  

Adam swallowed nervously, glancing to Kurt's side where Quinn was now laying back to allow someone to have a drink off her stomach while the partygoers chanted “Shots! Shots! Shots!” in time with LMFAO's Shots song playing in the background.  Someone had been paying attention while DJing.

“Well?”  Kurt didn't like to be kept waiting.

“I… kind of…. like someone else?”  Adam squeaked, eyes darting away from Kurt and over to the side of the room.  Kurt followed the trail and damn near growled when his eyes landed on the target of Adam's affection.

Of course it was Blaine Anderson.  

Blaine Anderson with his waves of hair always gelled down like a mid 1900's romantic movie lead.  Blaine Anderson with amber eyes that had microscopic eyes twinkling within them.  Blaine Anderson with plush pink lips that sharply contrasted to his permanently tanned skin.  Blaine Anderson who was so small yet somehow more robust and strong than most of the other guys on either the A or B teams.  Blaine Anderson who always, ALWAYS seemed to be around this year and ruin Kurt's ability to enjoy being on top.

Adam took a step back from Kurt, glancing between him and Blaine.  Kurt's jaw was hurting from clenching down so hard and it felt like his chest was on fire as he glared at Blaine.  For his part, Blaine was blissfully unaware of the negative energy being directed at him while he talked to another student, beer in hand as he did that overly annoying hand talking thing which made splashed of the alcohol bounce threateningly upwards.

“I'm sorry Kurt… I just… I think if I play my cards right then maybe he'll be interested… y'know?”

Kurt redirected his eyes back onto Adam who immediately stumbled backwards under the death glare.  He wasn't going to have friendly conversation with a man who had just rejected him for his enemy.  This did not happen.  He was Kurt-freaking-Hummel.  When he kissed a guy, the guy kissed back.  It didn't matter if he was gay, straight, or even taken.  This… this was the last straw.

AuntieSnix
All you SCU sports fans better be ready tonight!  Me and my Blaine baby are looking hella-fine!
#SCUSpartans #Party tonight!

FondueForMew
You always look good though Santana!  You have the most amazing style… and I love the way you smell!

Quintessential
Brittany.  Stop it.  Wrong team.
#SpartansSuck

FondueForMew
What do you mean?  I'm on the Sirens.  My uniform says so.
#Yay Sirens!

Quintessential
Exactly.  We don't talk to Spartans.
#SpartansSuck

KittysKorner
Unless you're being an insulting bitch that is.
#SirensSuck #SCUSpartans

Quintessential
Only speaking the truth!
#SCUSirens #SpartansSuck

AuntieSnix
Whatever.  I'll be the grown up here.  Thank you for the compliment Brit.  No thank you for the dumbassery Quinn.
#SCUSpartans #Sirens suck (Except for Brittany)

JBIatSCU
Extra! Extra!  Kurt Hummel's not so hot anymore?  Read more at JBIatSCU.tumblr.com!
#SCUSirens #JBIatSCU

Quintessential
That article is crap JBI.  Just because you say you saw a guy say no to making out with Kurt doesn't mean anything.  Kurt is A-grade sexy and anyone who thinks otherwise has serious issues.
#SCUSirens #JBIatSCU is wrong!

KittysKorner
Too bad he needs guys to be drunk to think that.
#SCUSpartans #SirensSuck

Quintessential
Whatever Kitty.  Don't see you with anyone.
#SpartansSuck #SCUSirens

KittysKorner
Maybe I don't need to have a dick in me to feel good about myself.  
#SirensSuck #SCUSpartans

Samcconaughey
Now come on ladies.  No need to be all mean to each other.  Can't we all just…. get along?
#Be Kind - Rewind

Quintessential
Shut up Sam.

AuntieSnix
Shut up Sam.

KittysKorner
Shut up Sam.

Samcconaughey
Ouch.