The night had started off innocently enough. Kurt was panicking over what he was going to wear and almost the entirety of his closet was dumped on his bed. Travis just sat on the floor watching Kurt try on outfit after outfit and finding something wrong with each one. Travis thought they were all fine. "Well, fine isn't going to cut it!" Kurt had yelled at him earlier before tearing off his shirt and reaching for another one. Travis was ready, he had been ready. He went for the simple deep purple t-shirt and dark blue skinny jeans. The shirt had a deep v-neck and was extremely tight, showing off every one of his muscles. Kurt had pretended to faint at the sight and yell, "Hot damn!" making Travis blush. He wore black converse and hadn't even worried about styling his hair, he just threw on a black beanie cap.

Kurt had just managed to squeeze into a super tight pair of black skinny jeans. He had to lay on the bed to do the button and zip them up. It was a painful process but Kurt loved the feeling of a tight pair of pants. It was almost like letting everyone see everything you got without going naked. As he stood up and turned around in the mirror Travis wolf whistled. "Fuck, Kurt. If Blaine doesn't try to get into those pants soon, I might have to." Kurt blushed a deep scarlet. "That's it!" Travis exclaimed running into Kurt's closet.

"What's it?" Kurt asked curiously. "You getting into my pants?"

"What? No! Red! Your color is red. You need a red shirt," Travis called from the closet and Kurt could hear clothes hangars rattle around. A moment later Travis hurried out with a red shirt dangling from his hands. "Put this on," he instructed Kurt, bossily.

Kurt stripped off his shirt and grabbed the red one from Travis. It was a bright red with black buttons running down the front. Kurt slipped it over his shoulders and began to button it up. It fit snug and stretched over Kurt's chest just right. Maybe this will work, he thought. He started to button up the last two buttons when Travis stopped him by grabbing his hand, "Leave them. It will make Blaine drool." Kurt left them open, exposing his pale chest to the world.

It took Kurt another twenty minutes to get his hair just right. He styled it so it stood high and messy a few strands standing out. He figured it would be totally ruined by the night's end anyway. He had told Travis earlier about his plan not to drink and he warned Kurt that that plan was probably not going to work out so well. Kurt assured him that it was. This was after Travis totally flipped about Sandro sleeping next to him. Minutes after Kurt took the picture Sandro had awaken and saw Travis' head on his chest and his own arm around the boy. He slipped out from under him gently guiding Travis' head to the pillow and rushed out the door. His usual mischievous bright green eyes seemed to be filled with regret and fear. Kurt left out that part when telling Travis what had happened.

It was now around ten o'clock and Kurt could just begin to hear the thumping of music. It sounded like it was coming from Blaine's room. Kurt walked out of the bathroom and Travis yelled dramatically, "Thank the Lord! Kurt's finally done messing with his hair! I think aged five years. It's going to be morning by the time we get out there."

"Wanna be a little more a drama queen?" Kurt arched an eyebrow at him. Travis just grinned and Kurt asked, "So is this party just everywhere in the house?"

"Eh. Pretty much. It's mainly in the living room and Blaine's room, just because he has a stage and a nice sound system so everyone goes there for dancing and karaoke." Travis explained as lifted himself from the floor and walked to the door. Kurt followed him and took a deep breath as Travis opened the door. "It's going to be fine, Doll. Relax and have fun!" Kurt just nodded and smiled at him. He hoped he would have fun. He would try. He just couldn't let himself get carried away.

They stepped out into the hallway and closed their door behind them. Travis had warned Kurt earlier that if they wanted their room to survive they would make sure to lock their door. Any doors that weren't locked were usually broken into and used for partying. So Kurt was sure to lock the door. He wanted his room to stay clean and he wanted to save his clothes. Just then Sandro burst out of his room and started running to the living room screaming, "House party! Woo!" Kurt laughed as he could tell Travis was just itching to follow him.

"Go on, lover boy!" Kurt nudged him and grinned. Travis stared at Kurt for a moment then smiled and ran after the blonde boy, screaming as well. Kurt shook his head and walked the short distance over to Blaine's room. The door was wide open and the music was loud there was already plenty of boys dancing around and drinking. Yet, it wasn't out of control. Still too early for that probably, Kurt thought.

Kurt peered in the room his ocean eyes sweeping from side to side trying to spot the short, dark-haired boy. He stepped in to continue his search when Blaine jumped up in front of him. Kurt gasped and jumped back a little in surprise. "Gosh, Blaine. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Kurt put his hand to his chest dramatically.

"Sorry, Kurt. I, well I, uh-" Blaine seemed to lose his train of thought as his dark eyes took in Kurt's appearance. Kurt started to become self conscious, it was his hair wasn't it? Kurt should've spent more time on it. Blaine's eyes raked down Kurt's legs then reconnected with his blue eyes. "You look great."

Kurt blushed a faint shade of pink and took in Blaine's appearance. His hair was started to come undone and a few of his curls were springing out of the gel's hold. He was wearing a simple green cardigan that clung to his chest and showed off his arms with very well-fitting jeans. "You're not so bad yourself." Kurt complimented. This time Blaine was the one blushing. Kurt's heart fluttered, he was just too damn adorable.

"You want a drink?" Blaine asked politely, his eyes gleaming up at Kurt's.

"No thanks. I'm not drinking tonight," Kurt said mostly to assure himself of this.

"Aw. Come on, Kurt!" Blaine whined and batted his eyelashes. "Just one drink. Let yourself have fun for once!" Kurt thought about it for a long moment. There were so many pros and cons to this situation. First off, Kurt did need to have more fun. Everyone knows at McKinley he just sat in the background not usually joining in. But he couldn't let himself lose control. He knew he would and he knew it would be bad. But one drink couldn't hurt, could it?

"No. I can't." Kurt muttered. Blaine pouted and looked up at Kurt from under his dark thick lashes. Blaine's hazel eyes caught Kurt's heart and made it soar. Kurt caved, "Fine, but just one drink." Blaine threw a fist in the air and shouted with excitement. What had Kurt gotten himself into?

The party had started out just great. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. The karaoke still sounded okay, nobody was drunk enough yet to make it sound absolutely terrible. The crazy had been at a minimum. After his first drink, Kurt felt good so he allowed himself another and another until now at midnight he was a little tipsy. Most of the boys around him were as well. They were currently sitting in a circle in the living room thinking of a party game they could play. Someone suggested spin the bottle. But that idea was shot down by the fact that they were all boys and only a select few were actually gay. Travis stated that anyone could be gay with the right blood alcohol level. Kurt giggled loudly and Blaine let out a few chuckles himself.

They ended up playing chubby bunny. Who even brought the marshmallows? Kurt could see Travis practically drooling over the fact that Sandro won and had such a large mouth. Obvious much? Kurt thought and shook his head. That boy is so in love with him, you can see it in his eyes.

Kurt had a few more drinks and stumbled a bit as he made his way out of the living room. But he was fine, he just laughed all the way to Blaine's room at something Sandro had said almost ten minutes ago. Kurt didn't even know what he was laughing at anymore. He spotted Travis in Blaine's room. The music was loud. Kurt wanted to dance. "Trav, dance with me!" Kurt yelled over the music before grabbing onto Travis' hand and leading him toward the dance floor in front of the stage.

"I thought you weren't drinking, Doll!" Travis yelled. Kurt thought about this. There was a reason why he didn't want to drink, wasn't there? It must not of been so bad, this was fun!

"I never said such a thing," Kurt held his head high as he loosely wrapped his arms around Travis' neck and started to bob to the music. Travis just laughed and began bobbing with him to the rhythm. They danced together for awhile, jumping, laughing and screaming the words to the music. Kurt had never had this much fun ever. He was having the time of his life. Kurt broke apart from Travis and made his way over to the drinks. He was sweaty and exhausted from dancing. He downed a shot of something, he didn't even know what it was. But he liked the pleasant burn down his throat, he welcomed it. Who was he anymore?

Blaine was suddenly next to Kurt, who broke out into a huge grin seeing the curly-haired boy. There wasn't an ounce of gel left in that hair, it was all natural. Kurt loved it. Kurt loved Blaine. "Blaine, you're so pretty," Kurt didn't realize what he just said. Blaine's eyes went wide and he blushed as Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls.

"Kurt, what happened to your one drink?" Blaine asked with an arched eyebrow, just letting Kurt play with his hair.

"Oh, yeah I downed that about five drinks ago. But I figured I can handle a few drinks. I mean, just look at me. I'm fine," Kurt held his head high and smirked smugly. He was perfectly fine. He could have ten more drinks and be okay.

"That's why you are standing here just running your fingers through my hair telling me I'm pretty?" The shorter boy just stared at Kurt who just nodded and smiled. "Alright, whatever. At least you're having fun." Kurt grinned happily down at Blaine.

They stood there for a few minutes just swaying to the beat of the music, Kurt's fingers were still tangled in Blaine's hair. Kurt lowered one of his hands and brushed his thumb over Blaine's right eyebrow. Kurt asked seriously, "Do you think these are equilateral?" He downed another shot.

Wes and David were quietly sitting in a corner of Blaine's room, with a few drinks, just watching the pair start dancing in front of them. David spoke up, "Can those two just get together already?"

"That would be nice," Wes replied with a soft slur. "Kurt is obviously head over heels for him. Blaine feels the same, he might just not realize it yet."

"Oh, he realizes it," David started. "I can tell. He just has been in love with Travis for so long that I don't think he knows what to do."

"Well, thank God he stopped talking about him," Wes said with a roll of his eyes. David just nodded next to him.

"KARAOKE!" They could both hear Travis yell as loud as he possibly could.

The pair before them broke up and Kurt shouted, "Woo! Travis! Me, you, duet now!" Blaine grinned at Kurt and nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion.

"Oh dear Lord," David muttered. "This should be interesting. They are both drunk out of their minds."

Kurt climbed on the stage following Travis and whispered a song suggestion into his ear. Travis nodded excitedly. Kurt grabbed a microphone and stood at the front of the stage. After a few seconds Travis stood at his side with his own microphone. Kurt took a deep breath and looked out into the crowd of boys watching. He spotted Blaine and smiled. This song was for him. Kurt saw Travis shoot a grin at Sandro. This was the perfect song for both of them. The loud, thumping, upbeat music began to play and Kurt started to sing.

So I got my boots on,

got the right mount of leather

and I'm doing me up with a black color liner

Kurt grabbed onto the microphone stand and started to sway his hips. One hand was high in the air and he brought it back down to the mic. Boys started to cheer and Kurt held his gaze with Blaine.

And I'm workin' my strut,

but I know it don't matter

All we need in this world is some love

Kurt grabbed the mic from the stand and started to parade around the stage, making long exaggerated, forceful steps. He swung his hips in beat with the music and flung his head back exposing his long pale neck. Beads of sweat were sparkling on his face and neck. The room was a blur and he began to rethink that last shot.

There's a thin side between the dark side,

and the light side, baby, tonight

It's a struggle gotta rumble trying to find it

He finished off the bridge with high notes and stepped back into place beside Travis. He placed the microphone back into its stand before finding Blaine's eyes again. He was considerably closer to the stage. Kurt smiled slightly and started the chorus.

But if I had you,

that would be the only thing I'd ever need

Yeah if I had you,

then money, fame, and fortune, never could compete

Travis joined him with his unique raspy voice. His eyes were on Sandro the whole time. He flung his head to the side to get the hair out of his eyes and he grabbed the mic stand sliding his hands down it and back up.

If I had you,

life would be a party it'd be ecstasy

Yeah, if I had you

You y-y-y-y you

Kurt pointed at Blaine. He literally pointed at Blaine when he said you. Oh my Gaga, why? He was too drunk. He shouldn't be singing. He shouldn't of drank anything. He knew this was a bad idea. His stomach started to turn at the thought of Blaine never talking to him ever again. Kurt thought he was going to throw up. The room started to spin as Travis blasted into his verse. He needed to get off the stage. But did he? No. He just started to sing the chorus again with Travis.

He let himself look at Blaine again while singing. His beautiful eyes weren't filled with disgust or anything bad. He looked happy. Kurt's heart soared and he got lost in the song, in the beat. His hips started to thrust on their own and soon enough Kurt was grinding on the mic stand like it was a naked Blaine. They finished up the song and the crowd cheered, loud. Kurt grinned and pulled Travis into a hug. He stumbled his way off stage and made his way through multiple boys until he found Blaine.

Kurt looked into those hazel eyes that were considerably darkened and sparkly at the moment. "Blaine, I'm sorry. For that, whatever it was," Kurt mumbled and started rambling, his speech was a little slurry.

"Kurt, shut up," Blaine said sharply. Kurt eyes widened, shocked at the response. He turned his head down to the floor. Why was he so stupid? He felt Blaine's hand on his chin and suddenly he felt soft lips on his. He froze in shock. What was happening? Was Blaine kissing him? He was too drunk to think about things. Kurt just pushed back as his eyelids fluttered shut and started adding movement to the kiss. Their lips wrapped around each other so perfectly. Kurt's head was buzzing with alcohol and lust. He felt hands grip onto his face and urge more passion into the kiss and Kurt stepped forward into Blaine's body.

Kurt felt Blaine's tongue slide across his lips. He opened his mouth greedily and was invaded with Blaine's tongue. His own tongue pressed against Blaine's and they had a dance for dominance. All of his senses were heightened in this moment but all he could think of was Blaine. Kurt could feel Blaine's heavy breathe coming from his nose on his face. He heard a pleasant moan at the back of Blaine's throat. A hot feeling surged to the pit of his stomach and he arched his back into Blaine. Blaine pushed back into Kurt.

It was then he realized what was happening. No, this wasn't how he wanted it to happen. They were drunk. Blaine probably didn't even know what he was doing. Kurt brought his hands to Blaine's chest and pushed him back a bit letting himself step back as well, breaking the kiss. Blaine's eyes filled with worry, "What's wrong Kurt?" He asked, his voice was incredibly deepened and Kurt almost swooned at the sound.

"We can't do this. You're drunk. I'm drunk. We don't know what we're doing," Kurt was surprised he was able to spit all this out. His sudden realization made him sober up for a bit. Blaine just nodded his head and then started to laugh. Kurt was confused and he arched a brow.

"I just had my tongue down your throat!" Blaine yelled loudly. How the hell didn't Kurt notice how drunk he was before? Blaine turned away from Kurt and ran over to Wes and David, still laughing.

"Oh. He's so incredibly drunk. What the hell did I just do?" Kurt started to mutter to himself. A shot of some type of liquid was placed in his hand. He raised his head and saw Sandro, just standing there, smiling. Sandro nodded his head at the drink and Kurt shrugged before bringing it to his lips and quickly drinking it. He winced slightly at the burn but then just smiled at Sandro. "Thanks. I needed that. But I didn't."

"I know. You have a nice game of tonsil hockey with the curly-haired hobbit?" Sandro grinned smugly and Kurt shot him his bitch look. "Wow. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Too soon for jokes?"

"What do you think?" Kurt snapped.

"I'm going to go for a yes."

"Good, you do actually have a brain. Now go run along and find lover boy," Kurt waved at him drunkenly. "I'm sure he would love to play tonsil hockey with you. And as much as you say you're straight, I don't think you would mind either."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Sandro asked, with a puzzled expression.

"Travis, you dumbass." Kurt stopped. "Shit!" He screamed. "Can I just go kill myself now? This is why I said I wasn't going to drink tonight! I can't control myself. Oh my, he is going to murder me," Kurt panicked and looked up at Sandro who was just standing there, mouth open.

"Y-you mean Travis likes me? Why? He knows I'm not gay." Sandro just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Well, you can't choose who you love. I'm in love with Blaine who's in love with Travis who's in love with you," Kurt thought about this for a moment. "Gosh, that's fucked up isn't it? Anyways, who are you in love with?"

"No one," Sandro said quietly, just managing to make out Kurt's slurs. "You know you swear more when you are drunk. I quite like it."

"Why the hell is everyone so shocked about this?" Kurt asked desperately. "Kurt Hummel swears, big fucking deal!" He yelled over the music and Sandro let out a few chuckles.

"I think you need to go to bed," Sandro said seriously.

"No! I'm going to have another drink. And then I'm going to dance," Kurt huffed and started to strut to the drink area. He called back, "Now don't go checking out my ass too much! People might get suspicious!"

"I'm not gay!" Sandro yelled back, defensively.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night!" Kurt yelled and smiled behind him at the blonde boy and danced the rest of the night away.