CHAPTER ELEVEN
Let the Games Begin

Kurt rolled his eyes, not even showing surprise at the blatant audacity of his friend serving a minor alcohol in broad daylight.

"I could totally sue her," Blaine said with an amused laugh as he took another sip. "But I won't because she mixes a mean drink."

"I hope you have a high tolerance," Kurt said as he fiddled with a metal fork in his hand. He was staring down at the cheesecake Quinn had placed in front of them, eyes slightly glazed over as he thought.

Blaine shrugged, "Decent, probably."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Probably?"

"Drinking was never really a favorite pastime of the Dalton boys," Blaine started, eyes being drawn to the movement of Kurt's fork. "I've only been to maybe three parties, and I've only gotten wasted once, when I was fourteen."

Kurt nodded, moving his thoughtful gaze away from cheesecake and onto Blaine. "All I can say," he started, "Is get ready for the craziest night of your life."

Blaine laughed, his loose curls bouncing as he did so, a movement that sent a tiny smile to Kurt's face. "I feel like we're going to wake up missing half our group, with a tiger in the bathroom, and a baby in the closet."

"You know what?" Kurt asked finally taking a bite of the cheesecake. "I'm pretty sure the Hangover is a work of fiction, so I'm like 75% sure we'll be okay."

"Not going to lie," Blaine said in between sips of his spiked drink. "Seventy five is too low a number for me to feel reassured."

"Blame Finn," Kurt retorted with a sigh. "Or Jeff, or Santana."

"Trouble magnets?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Kurt exclaimed shaking his head. "Now add alcohol into the mix and it's—"

"A party," Quinn said, slinking back in front of the table. She moved so quietly, Blaine mused to himself, and with such grace. Maybe she was a dancer, or a gymnast.

"I was going to say nightmare," Kurt corrected before turning his attention back to Blaine. "That's why we always have one person who stays sober. And that person is always me."

Blaine shook his head, his mouth curled into a small frown and his brow slightly furrowed. "That hardly sounds like fun."

"It isn't," Quinn interjected, stealing an empty seat from the table adjacent to theirs, pulling it up, and sitting in it. She kicked off her shoes and tucked her knees underneath her, spreading her flowery dress over her legs.

Kurt gave her a look which she returned before Kurt just shook his head.

"You're not allowed to stay sober this time." Blaine said matter of factly, taking the last sip of his laced coffee.

Quinn smiled. "I agree with Blainey."

"I'm not getting drunk," Kurt stated.

"If you don't, I don't," Blaine countered crossing his arms on the table. "And it'll ruin everyone's fun."

"No." Kurt said his eyes turning steely and cold. "No means no."

"I can be stubborn too, Kurt," Blaine said leaning back in his seat. "I'm not about to get shit faced without a partner in crime, and no I don't want you sober because it won't be fun for you, and you'll probably get into trouble for whatever things I break."

"He's got a point," Quinn quipped, watching Kurt's cold mask thaw. "And I know you've always wanted to since Se—"

"Fine," Kurt cut her off. "I'll get wasted with you. But Quinn, you better find someone to stay sober because I don't want us to trash the Berry's place."

Quinn rolled her eyes tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "She offered to use her place, if it gets trashed it's her fault."

"But it's the only place that's big enough to comfortably hold all of us, and she has every song ever. So find someone."

Quinn pulled a face but responded with a resigned 'fine.'

"Great," Blaine said with a smile. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Yeah," Kurt said sarcastically, "It's going to be a real blast."

"You guys should go," Quinn said from her seat. "It's getting late and you'll probably want to get all spiffed up and looking nice."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, a look she greeted with a warm smile. "Fine," he finally conceded, standing and motioning for Blaine to do the same.

They walked towards the exit, Kurt and Blaine next to each other with Quinn trailing behind them with an amused grin on her face. Blaine exited first, holding it open for Kurt who exits before turning to look back at Quinn, whose smirk had fallen into a bright smile that lit up her green eyes.

"It was really nice meeting you, Blaine," she said tipping her blonde head forward slightly.

"Likewise," Blaine replied with a smile. "We'll see you tonight."

"Oh I'm counting on it," she said with a wink before blowing Kurt a kiss and walking back into the cool lagoon of her caf�, her long blonde hair swishing behind her.

"She was nice," Blaine said when they were settled into Kurt's car, the AC blaring.

Kurt just scoffed in response.

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"I don't trust this," Kurt said as soon as soon as they pulled up to his house. He shut off the engine and looked around suspiciously; eyes boring into every bush, and up into the leaves of the oak tree that sat on the lawn.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, nervousness creeping through his body.

"It's too quiet."

Without saying anything more, Kurt slid out of the car, closing the door as silently as possible. Blaine mimicked the movement and went to stand next to the taller boy whose eyes were still scanning the property.

"A prank?" Blaine asked under his breath.

"Most likely," Kurt answered.

"What do we do?

Kurt glanced at Blaine. "We have two choices. We either try to figure out what it is and avoid it; or we walk straight into it, and retaliate later."

"Well it's the first prank right? So it can't be too big. And if they're making it this obvious then it's probably just a scare tactic."

"Meaning?"

"This prank is probably a loud noise thing."

Kurt let out a low whistle, "You really do this a lot don't you?"

Blaine shrugged. "Think about it. It's quiet, too quiet. Our first reaction was to match the silence so we don't stand out. Our nerves just went up a hundred levels, and we're going to move slowly to stay quiet, drawing out the suspense. Therefore, to break the suspense and fulfill the prank, the desired intention must be a loud noise to break us out of our state of silence. We'll get scared, maybe we'll scream, they'll laugh and they win the first prank."

Kurt nodded a small smile forming on his face. "So the question is where is the noise going to come from?"

"They've either left it somewhere for us to trigger, or they're hiding somewhere in the house waiting for us to walk by."

"Then let's hope that it's the first so we can stop it."

Blaine paused cocking his head slightly. "Maybe we shouldn't."

"You want us to walk into it?"

Blaine shrugged, "It's early in the game. We shouldn't let them know how good I am at this just yet. We'll lure them into feeling secure and when they're happy and feeling like they've won, we'll strike."

Kurt hummed in amusement. "Sneaky Blaine."

The brunette just shrugged, "I take this very seriously."

Kurt shook his head. "I can tell. This will be an interesting summer."

"Oh I'm very excited for it."

"Alright let's go," Kurt said. "This sun has made me gross and sweaty and I want to shower."

"Don't forget to act scared," Blaine added. "They need to believe this."

"Of course," Kurt said with a roll of his eyes before heading towards the front door. "I'll scream like you've never heard anyone scream before."

"I'm counting on it."

Together they both walked silently to the door, looking around themselves in their fake nervousness. Their footsteps barely made any sound as their quiet breaths synchronized. They reached the door and Kurt looked at Blaine, raising an eyebrow as signal to go.

Slowly, Blaine gripped the handle and turned it so that it didn't make any noise. When it was turned all the way, he took a deep breath and threw the door open.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGAAAA AAAAAAAAA!

The loud blast of an air horn ripped through the building. Blaine let out a scream and stumbled back, covering his ears. Kurt covered his heart, fear wide in his eyes though Blaine couldn't tell if he'd screamed or not.
As soon as the sound dissipated, the duo heard raucous laughter coming from the top of stairs as Santana and Jeff fell on top of each other laughing.

Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped through the doorway first, crossing his arms at the pair.

"Y-your face," Jeff screeched holding onto his stomach. "Oh god, it's too f-funny, 'Tana I can't, I c-can't breathe."

"Oh you poor suckers," Santana said wiping her eyes. "That was too great."

"Hardy har har," Kurt said sarcastically.

"Oh don't be like that," Santana chided. "That was super low-key."

"Yeah, giving me a heart attack –low-key."

"Kurt, your face!" Jeff screeched. "We should have recorded that!"

"We'll have many other chances," Santana said to Jeff with a smile, and then to Blaine. "War has begun Hobbit, let's see what you can do."

Without another word Santana took Jeff's hand and led the still laughing boy to his room, shutting the door behind her.

A huge smile grew on Blaine's face as he turned to Kurt whose own conspiratorial grin was forming.

"Round one to Klaine," Blaine whispered before shutting the door behind him.