"So should I even ask about Klaine?" Kurt asked Blaine a few hours later as everyone was getting ready to go party.

"It's our combined name," Blaine replied pulling on his black Vans the only shoes he has aside from his running shoes. "We didn't have a team name yet so I improvised one. Kurt CoBlaine, Blurt, and We're Singing in the Klaine, work just as well."

"You're ridiculous," Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Nope," Blaine said leaning against the door. "You just underestimate the power of a good team name."

"He's right," Jeff said from the top of the stairs, clad in khaki coloured jeans and red v neck that made his light hazel eyes pop. "No awesome team has a bad name. Team rocket, Team Freewill, The A-Team, the list goes on."

"Oh yeah?" Kurt argued while Jeff descended the stairs. "Then what's you and Santana's team name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Santana said, coming from the kitchen with her usual smirk plastered on her face.

Kurt crossed his arms indignantly. "You're really not going to tell me?"

She laughed blowing him a kiss, "Where's the fun in that?"

Kurt sighed but didn't press it, choosing to eye the ragtag group instead. "So everyone has everything?" he asked once everyone put their shoes on.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Yes mother. Can we go now?"

"Oh be kind," Jeff smiled slinging his arm over her shoulders. "Little Kurtsy is just nervous because Blaine is awesome and is making him break his no drinking rule."

Santana's smirk dropped into a perfect 'o' of surprise before she gave Blaine a long look, one eyebrow rising slowly. "I have definitely underestimated you, Hobbit," she said nodding her head slowly. "Well done."

"Aha, thanks?" Blaine replied nervously, looking at Kurt who had a scowl growing on his face.

"No I'm serious," Santana said, "Do you know how hard I've tried?"

"Yes," Kurt interrupted. "But you're a bad influence and I never listen to you."

She scoffed and walked past him opening the door. "You'll listen to me now," she said. "Let's go."

The boys didn't argue.

--------_O_--------

Much to their surprise, the party was already in full swing when the group pulled up fifteen minutes later. The infamous Artie, who Blaine had yet to meet, had left a couple of hours ago to set up the sound system and bring things to help Rachel out.

Puck, Finn and Jake were the resident booze bringers, though Santana also brought her own secret mix that she called the Liver Buster.

Rachel had told them to show up around nine, but it seemed like everybody turned up earlier except these punctual mother fuckers, and now the bass was pounding loudly out of the store. Another plus of the music store? Nobody lived around here so they could blast music as loud as they wanted, it was incredible.

Kurt parked as Jeff and Santana bounded out of the car before it even stopped moving. "Time to get loose!" Santana yelled circling an arm around Jeff's waist.

"I am going to drink you under the table!" Jeff goaded tickling her side.

She swatted his hand away and opened the door shaking her head. "In your dreams."

Kurt and Blaine watched them enter the store before they both let out slightly shaky breaths.

"You ready for this?" Kurt asked Blaine.

Blaine gave him a cheeky smile and nudged his arm. "I think the real question is, are you?"

"Psh please—" Kurt paused. "I don't know your last name. What's your last name? I can't goad you properly without using your last name."

"Anderson," Blaine said with a laugh. "Blaine Anderson."

Kurt made an impressed face before going back to the point. "Psh please, Anderson." Kurt picked up. "I was born ready."

"That's not what Santana says," Blaine said with a wink before hopping out of the car.

"Like I said before," Kurt corrected, joining him as they crossed the street to the store. "Santana is a terrible influence."

"But if she mixes a drink as well as Quinn, I really don't think I mind."

Kurt rolled his eyes before opening the door. "I really hope you don't."

"Kurt!" Finn exclaimed as soon as they stepped through the door. "And B..Barn...Short Dude! Shit dude, I'm sorry I don't remember your name I'm sorry I'm sort of, I'm sort of tipsy," he said with a dopey grin.

"Finn," Kurt said with a nod.

"You need a drink," Finn continued with a head nod.

"Puck!" he called into the room where Blaine could see everybody milling around. Some were dancing, others were talking (though Blaine didn't know how over the pulse of the music), some were gathered around what looked like the main DJ station, and they all had a drink of some sort in their hands. It seemed totally chill and before he could stop himself, Blaine felt himself relaxing.

"Here," Puck said, shoving a red solo cup into his hand. "Drink up pretty boy, the party is just getting started."

"I—"

Before Blaine could protest or say thanks or anything, Puck shoved Blaine's hand to his mouth and tipped the cup until alcohol burned down his throat. And he didn't let go until it was done.
Blaine spluttered and took a step back, wiping his mouth.

"You too," Puck said to Kurt, giving him a cup.

"You don't have to force feed me," Kurt retorted, putting the cup to his lips.

"You didn't have to shove it down my throat either," Blaine spluttered.

"Think of it as practice," Puck said with a wink, making Blaine choke on air but paying him no mind as he turned back to Kurt. "Drink up, princess."

Kurt and Puck met heavy gazes before Puck just winked and crossed his arms. Kurt sighed and tipped his head all the way back, and downed the entire cup.

"That's my boy!" Puck whooped, slapping Kurt on the back. "Let's get this party started!"

There was a loud cheer from the rest of the room, and two more drinks were shoved into their hands. Blaine had time to recognize it as Santana's special Liver Buster before his hand was being tipped (gently this time,) and he was downing the shot. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Kurt do the same.

Things got blurry after that.

There were more shots. So many shots. Vodka shots, tequila shots, whiskey, rum, far too many Liver Busters, and cum shots that were taking off of Jeff's stomach. Rachel sang, Finn sang, Mercedes belted, Tina danced, Quinn stripped, Puck got to third base with a plastic fern, Artie dj'd, Jeff was just everywhere, and Santana sat on the floor with Kurt and Blaine trying to convince them do to stupid shit.

"Kiss," she said, holding the "ss" a little longer than necessary. "It would be s-so hot," she slurred nodding to herself. "Go on!" she waved her hand in a 'do as I say' manner, and pouted when all Kurt and Blaine did was look at each other.

Kurt raised his eyebrow, and Blaine wiggled his suggestively. Kurt cocked his head slightly and shrugged as nonchalantly as he could with limited control on his muscle movement. Blaine's gaze flickered to Kurt's lips and back to his eyes again before settling onto a dopey smile.

"I'm going to placeth a kisseth upon you lipeths," Blaine crooned leaning into Kurt's space.

Kurt giggled, "You sound dumb."

"No," Blaine pouted stopping his movement. "I sound....I s-sound..."

"Sexy," Santana offered, watching the exchange intensely.

"Yes!" Blaine exclaimed in triumph. "I sound sexy! Admit it, or no kisseth for youeth."

Kurt frowned. "No kiss for you then."

Blaine pouted and flopped to the floor dramatically, lying down like he was trying to make a floor-angel. "All by myyseeellf," he crooned loudly, slurring the words together. "My lips don't wanna be, all by themseeelves, anymore!"

"Ssh," Kurt hissed, waving his hand in a spastic manner. "Sh-sh quiet, you're so...you're so l-loud."

Blaine turned to look at Kurt, jaw set determinedly. "Kiss me and I'll be silent as a mouse."

Kurt frowned and looked at Santana who nodded and smiled. "Make it a good one," she offered with a wink.

Kurt tried to roll his eyes, but gave up on the motion half way through; far too drunk for the fine movement of eye rolling. He turned back to Blaine who was still sprawled out on the ground, laughing at something funny the ceiling had said.

Kurt leaned over him, and braced one hand on the other side of his body so that he was practically draped on top of Blaine. "You wanna kiss?" he hiccupped, blinking to get Blaine in focus.

The hazel eyed boy nodded, eyes flickering to Kurt's lips and back to his eyes. "Kiss me like one of your French girls, Jack," Blaine giggled biting his lip.

"You're such a dork," Kurt whined shaking his head.

"You think I'm adorkable," Blaine said with a grin. "Now shuddup and kiss me so Santana will stop leering."

Kurt moved to look at Santana who was watching them with big eyes. "Kiss the boy!" she yelled. "My heart can't take any more of your flirting."

Kurt ignored her, and turned back to Blaine who was watching him expectantly. Blaine licked his lips and smirked when Kurt followed the movement. "Go on then Eric," he said with a wink. "Kiss the girl."

Kurt laughed but moved in closer, his lips brushing Blaine's, their breaths mixing together reeking of alcohol.

"Well look-y here," a voice sneered from above Kurt and Blaine. "Everyone getting close and comfy at this raving party, I can't believe I wasn't invited."

Kurt groaned and rolled off of Blaine, getting to a wobbly stand on his feet. "Hello, Sebastian."