"Mercedes, I'm not ready to go to any parties," Kurt insisted, tired after the emotional day. It was nine thirty and Mercedes had shown up at his door, ready to go party.

"It doesn't matter if you are ready or not, you are going. You need to get out of this house and unwind. Just give it an hour, if you can't handle it, you can leave. Please," she asked, her brown eyes begging.

"Not the look," Kurt whined. "Fine. I'll go and stay one hour. I'll be tracking the time," he said, his eyebrow in the air.

Mercedes laughed and hugged him. "Great. Go get changed and we'll head out."

Still mumbling, Kurt went and slid into his favorite pair of black skinny jeans and black boots. Choosing a random shirt, he pulled it on. It was grey with three quarter sleeves and little ties coming from the neckline like an untied bowtie. He refused to let himself think of bowties, and went to refresh his hair.

. . .

Blaine stood in front of his closet, irritated. Had he really worn so many sweater vests and bowties? What had he been thinking? He finally chose a pair of faded, ripped up jeans, and a tight black v-neck t-shirt that clung to him like a second skin. This would impress a girl, wouldn't it? If everything went his way, he'd get lucky tonight. When he thought of having sex, his memory was dim, so he didn't know how many times he'd had sex with, or who for that matter. He'd stopped by a drug store and bought a box of condoms and slipped two into his wallet. Just in case. Looking in the mirror, he brushed his fingers through his loose, curly hair. According to everyone, he liked a gel helmet, but he hadn't since he'd gotten out of the hospital. He figured girls probably wouldn't like it either, so he went with the natural look for tonight.

"Let's go, Anderson. Parties wait for no man," David called, knocking on his door.

With one last look in the mirror, Blaine nodded to himself and walked out.

. . .

The party at the Alpha house was in full swing when Kurt and Mercedes got there. Immediately they were spotted by other Velocity members and pulled into the fold. Drinks were shoved in their hands and they were told to catch up. Kurt didn't usually drink but thought fuck it, and downed the drink then coughed when the alcohol hit his throat and burned its way down to his stomach. Puck laughed at him, but handed him another drink, which he threw back with one swallow. This time Kurt didn't cough and managed a genuine smile when someone handed him his third drink.

"Who wants to dance?" Brittany asked, hopping up and down.

Several of them, including Kurt raised their hands and they headed out to the dance floor.

. . .

"Hi, I'm Blaine," he said, shaking the blonde's hand.

"I'm Renee," the girl giggled. "What year are you, Blaine?"

"I'm a junior, how about you?" He wasn't sure he found this girl attractive or not. She had fake blond hair that was long in the front and spiked up in the back. She had a large chest that was shown to perfection in a plunging halter top. Her low rise jeans were so low that he imagined she didn't have to pull them down to use the bathroom.

She giggled again, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm a freshman. This is my very first college party. I really like your hair, can I touch it?"

"Um, sure," Blaine said and leaned toward her, immediately overcome by her strong perfume.

She moaned as she threaded her fingers through his curls. "Mm, Blaine, you have sexy hair. And you smell so good. Do you want to dance?"

"Sure, let's go," he said, draining his drink quickly and taking her hand. There were no sparks flying yet, but she was the most attentive of the girls he'd met so far. And though her constant giggling put his teeth on edge, he was sure it was just because of the alcohol. They danced and when the next song started, Renee claimed the song was her favorite, so he danced again. When she turned and grinded her ass against him, he waited for his body to respond, but there was nothing. Had he had too much to drink already? As Renee twirled around him, Blaine looked around at the other people dancing. Yeah, everyone seemed to enjoy the grinding and writhing against each other. He tried to imitate some of the moves he saw, grabbing Renee's hips and pushing his pelvis against her, but none of it brought his cock to life. This was not how he'd seen things going. The song ended and he was thankful. A new song began playing and Blaine was glad for a more up tempo song that wouldn't require bodies being mashed together. Hearing high pitched laughter and shouts, he looked over.

The crowd around them were slowly backing away creating an opening in the middle of the dance floor. He saw Brittany and Tina from Velocity doing a synchronized dance. Who was that between them? He and Renee walked to the edge of the circle and Blaine's mouth dropped open. Kurt was standing between the girls and shaking his hips just as well as the girls were. As they danced the motions of "Single Ladies", Blaine couldn't take his eyes from Kurt's shimmying form.

Renee took the opportunity of standing still to wrap her arms around Blaine's side, stroking his stomach and chest as they watched the dancers.

Blaine's mouth went dry when the three began rotating their hips quicker and quicker to the beat, thrusting their pelvises in and out. As Renee's hands kept exploring, Blaine finally found his body responding. Pleased, he wrapped his arm around Renee and rubbed his hand up and down her back. As the dance in front of him continued, he found himself getting more and more turned on by Renee and her magic hands. Kurt was throwing his head back as he jutted his hips out, the girls mirroring his movements. Blaine was now hard in his jeans and it was getting uncomfortable. The girls were hot, he thought, no wonder he was getting excited. Renee's hand ghosted over the bulge in his jeans and he jumped at the contact.

"Come on, baby, let's find a room," Renee suggested, her breath hot against his face.

"Yeah, okay," he agreed, feeling dazed. He watched the dancers until they were out of sight, letting Renee drag him along. She pulled him into an empty room and pushed him onto the bed. Stripping her shirt and jeans off, he stared at her naked form. She had large breasts tipped with hard pink nipples. Her hips flowed out gently and she had a single line of pubic hair, a landing strip he'd heard it called. Seeing her nude didn't affect him, but he welcomed her weight on top of him. Renee slanted her mouth over his and kissed him passionately, moaning slightly. Blaine thought the sensations foreign and couldn't understand why everything felt so weird. Sitting up and grinding down on his crotch, he watched her breasts sway before she reached up and began tweaking her nipples.

"Does that get you hot, baby?" she asked, obviously enjoying her own ministrations.

"Mm hmm," he agreed, lying. He had no idea what was going on, but this was not turning him on at all.

She reached for his zipper and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down until his half hard erection was bared. Taking him in hand, she began stroking him expertly. Blaine closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to will his body into cooperating. His mind returned to the dance floor and watching the three dancers spinning and touching themselves, rotating and grinding their hips through the song. Centering on the hips in his mind, he felt his body become hard.

"Oh, yeah, baby, get hard for me," Renee murmured, kissing him.

"Shh," he told her, needing to keep the picture in his mind.

The next thing he knew she had a condom ripped open and sliding down his hard length. Positioning herself over him, she slid down easily onto his cock. Blaine's eyes snapped open wide. This was not how he thought it would feel. Nothing about it was familiar. Quickly closing his eyes so he didn't lose his erection, he kept thinking of the dancers, those hips, those asses undulating to the beat.

Renee began moving over him, up and down, faster and faster. Gasps and moans were coming out of her so loudly, he was sure the entire party could hear her. Keeping the picture of rotating hips, he began to feel a tightness coil low in his stomach. Thank god, he thought. He was actually going to get an orgasm out of this experience. Renee cried out above him and he could feel her orgasm from inside her, the pulsing muscles feeling strange around him. But the added tightness increased his own need and he pushed into her hard for several minutes before coming inside her with a grunt of exertion.

"Oh baby, that was so good," Renee gasped, laying on his chest.

Good? That had been hard work, Blaine thought. And not at all worth it, the orgasm was more from physiology than romance or desire.

"Yeah, you were great," he mumbled. "I, uh, gotta go. Some people are expecting me."

"Okay," Renee said cheerfully. "Thanks for a good time."

So she wasn't going to pressure him into being her boyfriend now that they'd had sex, that was good. He tied off the condom and tossed it into a trash bin nearby before pulling up his pants. Making sure his clothes were in order, he walked out, not bothering to say goodbye to Renee. She didn't seem to care, still lounging on the bed. Crap, he didn't even know whose bed they'd been in. Poor guy was going to have a shock when he took his trash out.

He came out of the room and ran right into Kurt. Both of them froze, staring at each other.

Kurt took in Blaine's appearance. The sweaty, tousled hair, kiss swollen lips, the small bruise on his neck, the scent of women's perfume all over him. His heart sank, realizing what Blaine had just been doing. Suddenly, he knew he was going to be sick.

"Excuse me," Kurt mumbled and ran past Blaine to the bathroom down the hall.

Blaine wondered what that was all about, but went back to the party, more than ready for a drink. Make that two, nah, better make it three. He hated the feeling of emptiness that was growing inside him and desperately wanted to drink it away.