That weekend was Santana's eighteenth birthday party. Kurt was glad for this, because he knew Santana always kicked her parents out when she had parties, and that meant alcohol. Kurt needed alcohol right now.

He still had Blaine on his mind, and that needed to stop.

He was out of Blaine's league. He normally wouldn't give a guy like Blaine a second glance. So why was he all he could think about?

He just needed to get drunk, and forget.

He arrived at Santana's at seven o'clock, an hour before the party was scheduled to start, so he could help her set up.

Santana opened the door.

"Come on in, Hummel. We've got a lot of work to do. A bunch of annoying teenagers are gonna be showing up here in an hour, and we need to make sure we've got all this shit together."

"If you hate everyone so much, why do you always have huge blowouts on your birthday?"

"Because. I'm the baddest bitch in school. It's my job to throw the best parties." Santana explained. "Now get your ass in the kitchen and start cooking some fancy gay shit."

"You're such an angel, Lopez." Kurt teased as he walked past her into the kitchen.

"And don't you forget it."

Kurt busied himself fixing snacks while Santana put up a few decorations, got some music set up, and got out all the alcohol.

And boy, oh, boy, was there a lot of alcohol.

Thank God, Kurt thought.

An hour passed, and guests started arriving.

"Alright, Hummel. Our work here is done. Time to party."

The first guest to arrive was Brittany. No surprise there. Santana and Brittany were practically joined at the hip. Kurt had a feeling there was more going on between them than just friendship, but he didn't really care enough to bring it up.

Within minutes, Santana's place was packed, and Kurt was filling up his first cup of alcohol. He took a giant gulp, loving the way it burned the back of his throat.

He spotted Quinn, and decided to go say hi to her.

"Hey, Fabray."

"Hey. Having fun?"

"Tons." Kurt said, in a non-committal tone.

He finished off his first cup of alcohol, and decided he was ready for another. He wasn't really looking forward to mingling today, and decided he'd much prefer to get drunk off his ass and pass out in Santana's house somewhere. Her parents wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon, and he was sure she wouldn't mind him staying the night.

"I'm gonna go get drunk." He informed Quinn, before walking back to the kitchen for some tequila.

He was halfway through with his glass, when he heard the doorbell ring. When Santana answered it, he saw Blaine enter.

Fuck.

He should've known. Santana always invited the Glee losers to her birthday parties.

Kurt just didn't understand why she liked them all so much.

Kurt sighed, filled a few more cups with liquor, and walked as far away from the front door as he could get, without entirely leaving the party area.

He spotted Brittany alone in the corner, talking to a potted plant.

"Hey, Brit."

"Oh, hey, Kurty."

Kurt pretended to hate it when Brittany called him that in public, but he had a soft spot for the girl, and secretly loved it.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kurt asked, his words beginning to slur.

"Sure. Leafy was just telling me about this one time when Santana's mom and dad-"

"That's nice." Kurt cut her off, not really interested in exactly what the potted plant had seen Santana's parents doing.

"You look sad." Brittany noted.

"Not sad, Brit. Just...too damn sober." He took another gulp of alcohol, finishing off his third cup for the evening.

At this rate, he'd be hammered in half an hour.

He spotted Blaine grabbing a snack, and suddenly felt sick.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He stood up, and ran down the hall.

He flung the bathroom door open, and ran inside, turning on the faucet, and splashing cold water on his face.

"Get a hold of yourself, Kurt." He said to himself. "Come on, Hummel. Get a fucking grip." He shook his head, lightly. "He's in Glee..."

Blaine rang the doorbell of Santana's house.

His first party with the students of McKinley. Let's see how this goes.

She answered the door, and the whole house smelled of alcohol.

Blaine had never had alcohol in his life, and he didn't trust himself to start now. No matter how much he wished he could.

His mind had been plagued with thoughts of Kurt, and he just wanted them to go away.

Kurt didn't like him, and he never would.

He knew Kurt would be here. He and Santana were pretty much best friends, from what Blaine had heard.

As soon as he walked inside, he looked towards the kitchen, and there was Kurt.

He'd never seen him out of his Cheerios uniform before, and if he'd thought he looked good then...

He was wearing black skinny jeans that were so tight, Blaine wouldn't have been surprised to find out they were spray-painted on. He paired them with a gray button up shirt that seemed to be made out of silk, and a light blue scarf wrapped around his neck. His hair was coiffed to perfection, and his eyes were the most beautiful blue Blaine had ever seen, his outfit making them stand out infinitely more than his uniform ever could.

He was flawless.

Blaine shook his head, and forced himself to stay away from the alcohol.

He didn't know how he would react to it, and didn't want to find out with Kurt in the near vicinity. Just to be safe.

He went to look for Mike and Tina.

He found them sitting on the couch, and decided to join them, sitting next to Tina.

"Hey!" Tina said, excitedly.

"Hey, man. Having fun?" Mike asked.

"Eh. Just got here. We'll see. I've never been much of a party guy." Blaine told him.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine."

Blaine hoped Mike was right.

"I'm gonna go grab a snack." Blaine informed them. "You guys want anything?"

"No thanks." Tina replied.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks, though."

"Okay. Be right back." Blaine walked over to the kitchen counter.

The snacks were nice. There were some simple things. Pigs in a blanket, chips and dip, etc. But what Blaine was impressed with were the fancy snacks. He didn't know what half of them were. He'd have to ask Santana who had made all of this. Probably her mom.

"Santana!" Blaine called.

Santana walked over to the kitchen.

"Did your mom make all these snacks?" Blaine inquired.

"Nah."

"Well...Who did?"

"Hummel." She informed him, before grabbing a bottle of beer, and heading over to a group of Cheerios.

"Of course." Blaine muttered to himself.

He went back to fixing himself a plate of snacks.

Just then, he saw Kurt stand up and run down the hall, to where Blaine assumed was the bathroom.

He hoped he was okay.

He walked back over to the couch to join his friends.

About ten minutes later, Santana decided it was time for karaoke.

"Rule number one. Berry's not allowed to play." Santana announced.

Blaine chucked, and Rachel glared at him.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

Blaine wasn't too enthusiastic about singing in front of everyone. It wasn't that he had stage fright, obviously. It was just that he was the new kid. The new kid that pretty much everyone already hated. He didn't need to get up in front of practically the entire school and sing a Katy Perry song.

He decided to just go hide in a corner in the kitchen where the food was.

"Psst. Anderson!" He heard someone whisper behind him.

He spun around.

It was Kurt.

Dammit. And he had been doing so well avoiding him.

Although, that wasn't hard when Kurt had spent the entire night in the bathroom.

He walked over to him.

"What do you want, Kurt?"

"Follow me."

Blaine sighed and went along. Kurt was probably going to dunk his head in the toilet or something.

The next thing Blaine knew, they were exiting the back door of Santana's house.

"Kurt...What are we doing?"

"You're coming home with me, Anderson." Kurt told him.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked.

"What are you confused about? 'You're coming home with me' isn't that hard to understand." Kurt said, swaying slightly.

"Kurt, I'm not going anywhere with you."

God, Blaine needed to get back inside. Inside with his friends from Glee, and away from Kurt.

"Fine then. I'll just drive myself home." Kurt threatened, unlocking his car.

"You're drunk. You can't be driving. Come on, I'm sure Santana will let you stay here." Blaine attempted to drag Kurt back into the house, but for someone so drunk, he was very steady on his feet.

"I don't want to stay here. I want to go home. You don't have to worry about me getting in trouble with my dad for being drunk, either. He's out of town." Kurt winked.

Yep. This was bad. This was very bad.

Why did Kurt want Blaine to come home with him to his empty house? Didn't Kurt hate him? What if this was a set up?

On the other hand, he couldn't let Kurt drive himself home.

"Alright. Follow me. My car's over here." Blaine began walking to his car, and Kurt followed.

Once inside, Blaine turned to look at Kurt.

"What's your address?" Blaine inquired.

Kurt gave it to him, and Blaine began to drive.

"Do you make a habit of getting drunk off your ass?" Blaine asked.

"When I feel it's necessary. You make a habit of being the obnoxious designated driver?" Kurt retorted.

"I've never been drunk before, if that's what you're asking."

Kurt scoffed.

The rest of the drive to Kurt's house went by in silence.

Kurt got out of the car, and nearly fell over.

"Come on, Blaine." Kurt pouted. "I can hardly walk. Take me inside."

Blaine was taken aback for a moment. Was that the first time Kurt had called him by his first name? He was pretty sure it was.

He sighed. "Fine. Come here."

Blaine slung one of Kurt's arms over his shoulder, and helped him up to his house. Kurt fished out his key, and unlocked the door.

"You've gotta help me upstairs." He insisted.

"I have to do no such thing." Blaine said. "I need to get back to the party. Mike and Tina are probably worried about me."

"Ugh. So those inseparable Asians are your parents now, are they?"

"No." Blaine answered, defensively. "But they're my best friends, and I didn't tell them I was leaving."

"Boo hoo. They'll figure it out." Kurt huffed. "Help me upstairs."

"Fine."

Kurt started walking, and Blaine supported him all the way up the stairs. They turned the corner, and Kurt walked to the door of his room, opening it, and going inside.

Blaine helped him over to the bed, laying him down, and then going to leave.

He was stopped by a hand on his wrist, and then Kurt was backing him into the door, and it slammed shut.

Kurt attached his mouth to Blaine's and Blaine whimpered.

Kurt tasted like alcohol, but, surprisingly to Blaine, he found it pleasant.

He pushed Kurt off, lightly.

"Kurt, we can't do this. You're drunk and you're not thinking clearly. I'm not...We're not doing this."

"I think we are, Blaine." Kurt whispered in his ear, before attaching his lips to Blaine's neck, and sucking.

Blaine bit his lip to hold back a groan.

He felt his dick start to harden.

Not now, he thought. I can't do this.

He tried to push Kurt off again, but his attempt was weak this time.

He felt Kurt's palm ghost over his crotch, before he began to rub lightly.

"Mmm. You're so hard for me, Blaine. So hard already." Kurt whispered.

Blaine tried to hold back a moan, and failed.

"I'm hard for you, too, you know." Kurt told him, grabbing Blaine's wrist, until his hand was mere inches from his crotch. "Feel me, Blaine." Kurt sucked Blaine's earlobe into his mouth, and bit lightly.

Blaine couldn't control himself anymore. He moved his hand, eliminating the space between it and Kurt's crotch.

Kurt was hard as a rock. And...big, from what Blaine could tell.

"Fuck." Blaine whispered.

"I want you, Blaine. Do you want me?" Kurt purred.

"I...I...Fuck. Kurt. We can't...We can't do this."

"We're already doing it." Kurt said, before backing away, and laying on his bed. "Come here."

Blaine knew he should take this opportunity to leave. To run out the door and never come back. But that's not what he wanted.

He walked over to Kurt's bed, and sat lightly on the edge of it, not sure what to do.

Kurt growled and leaned forward, grabbing Blaine by the collar of his shirt, and pulling him down on top of him.

Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's and Kurt wasted no time in running his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Blaine complied, and Kurt thrust his tongue into Blaine's mouth, their tongues moving together in a sort of dance.

Kurt pulled his head back just enough to speak.

"God, Blaine. Wanted you so bad, ever since I blew you."

Blaine was confused. Didn't Kurt hate him?

"Kurt....I'm confused. Don't you hate me?" Good one, Blaine. Just say the first thing that pops into your head. Alright.

"Can't fucking stand you." Kurt confirmed. "Doesn't mean you don't have a great cock."

Blaine should have stopped right then. He should have got up and left. He didn't need to go any further with someone who didn't give a rats ass about him.

But he was too far gone.

He wanted Kurt. And Kurt wanted him. Sort of. Kurt wanted his cock, at least, and that was enough for him right now.

"Don't just lay there on top of me, Anderson." Kurt complained.

He bucked his hips, then. Rubbing his and Blaine's erections together. Blaine moaned, and then began thrusting his hips as well.

Fuck, this felt amazing.

Suddenly, Kurt rolled them over, so he was on top. He held Blaine's hips to stop them from moving.

"Pants. Off." Kurt instructed.

Blaine wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he wasn't sure he cared.

He removed his pants, and decided to take off his shirt while he was at it.

"I like the way you think, Anderson." Kurt told him, removing his own shirt and pants.

Kurt lowered himself down on top of Blaine again, and began sucking on his neck while rubbing their hard cocks together at a steady rhythm.

"I'd really like to blow you again." Kurt whispered in Blaine's ear after a few moments.

Blaine whimpered.

"Would you like that?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine just nodded.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Kurt taunted. "I couldn't hear you. I said, would you like me to blow you?"

"Yes. Fuck, Kurt, yes." Blaine pleaded.

"Alright, alright. Be patient." Kurt said, sliding down the bed, and pulling Blaine's underwear off as he went.

He grabbed the base of Blaine's cock, and put the head into his mouth.

Blaine took a sharp intake of breath.

Kurt ran his tongue around the head of Blaine's cock a few times, and licked the slit, before taking him all the way in.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, and balled his hands into fists.

Kurt pulled off of Blaine's cock.

"You know, you can touch me, Blaine." Kurt looked at him through his lashes. "Put your hands in my hair."

Kurt lowered his mouth around Blaine's cock again, and Blaine gasped.

He tentatively reached out, threading his fingers through Kurt's hair.

Kurt moaned around Blaine's cock, causing Blaine's grip to tighten in his hair.

Kurt sped up his pace, taking Blaine in as far as he would go. He reached around, and circled Blaine's hole with his thumb.

Blaine came with a shout, Kurt swallowing everything Blaine had to offer.

He pulled off, and climbed back up the bed.

"You have to repay me this time." Kurt informed him. "You don't just get two free blowjobs."

"Kurt, I don't know how to..."

"Yes. We've established. You're really fucking virginal. Time to fix that, okay?"

"I just don't..." Blaine trailed off.

He wanted to do this. He did. He just had no clue what he was doing, and he didn't want Kurt to decide he was shitty in bed, and just forget he existed.

"Look, Anderson, just do what I did. It's really not that hard. You'll be fine."

"Okay. Alright." Blaine nodded.

Okay, Anderson. You can do this. Blaine told himself. You can wow him. Then he'll have to keep you around, right? Hopefully.

Kurt pulled his underwear off, and Blaine had to hold back a gasp.

Why was Kurt so impressed with his dick when he was walking around with that in his pants?

"Yes, Anderson. I've got a huge package. Stop staring and start sucking. Jesus."

"Sorry." Blaine mumbled.

He grabbed on to Kurt's shaft lightly, licking at the slit, and tasting the precome there. He wasn't sure whether he liked the taste or not.

He took the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth, and sucked experimentally.

Kurt gasped.

Blaine figured he was doing something right.

Blaine lowered himself down as far as he could go without choking, and used his hand to pump the bottom part of Kurt's cock that wouldn't fit in his mouth.

Kurt tangled his fingers in Blaine's hair, tossing his head back.

Blaine sped up his pace a little, encouraged by Kurt's response.

"Fuck, Blaine. So good. Oh, God. Don't stop." Kurt babbled.

Blaine pulled off until only the head of Kurt's erection was left in his mouth, and licked at the slit repeatedly.

"God, Blaine. Shit. I'm gonna come. I'm not gonna make you swallow your first time." Kurt stated.

Blaine pulled off, glad of the fact.

He took Kurt's cock in his hand, and stroked quickly. Half a dozen more pumps, and Kurt was coming all over his own stomach, and Blaine's hand.

Blaine stroked him through his orgasm, as he yelled a string of curse words.

"Fuck, Blaine. Are you sure you've never done this before?" Kurt asked, amazed.

"I'm sure." Blaine told him.

He wanted to decide once and for all if he liked the taste of Kurt's come. He brought his hand to his lips, and licked it off, slowly.

He decided he definitely didn't hate the taste. But he didn't love it either. Maybe that would change in time. Or maybe it wouldn't matter, because this was just a drunken hook-up to Kurt.

"Shit, Anderson. You can't just lick my come off your hand like that. I can't be getting hard again already."

Kurt got up and got a washcloth, wiping off his stomach, and what was left on Blaine's hand.

"You can just...stay here tonight." Kurt informed him.

Blaine wanted to protest, but he was awfully sleepy. He laid down on Kurt's bed next to him, and resisted the urge to snuggle up in his arms.

Within minutes, he was asleep.