Kurt was leaning against the kitchen counter, surveying the guests and swishing around the mostly untouched beer in his hand, when he was abruptly knocked into.

Alcohol sloshed out of the cup(it was not a red Solo cup, but a clear Dixie one), getting all over Kurt’s hand and splashing onto his shoes. “Shit!” he said automatically.

“Oh boy,” someone slurred. Kurt looked up slowly, preparing a glare. But his face softened when he saw the boy in front of him. He was short, with fair skin. His thick, dark hair was escaping from what looked like a copious amount of gel and starting to curl. His eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open, staring in child-like horror at Kurt’s shoes. Also, he was attractive. Very attractive.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and then he looked up to meet Kurt’s eyes. “Oh, oh I’m ssso sorry!”

“I-“ Kurt began, but he paused. He was finding it hard to admonish the guy.

“Let me help, I’ll help you!” the boy said rather enthusiastically. He looked around, his thick, triangular eyebrows knitting together, until his gaze landed upon a roll of paper towels. He reached out for them, taking a few steps and keeping one hand on the counter. Kurt watched with puzzlement as the boy retrieved them and returned next to Kurt. “Here,” he said.

The boy knelt down and began dabbing at Kurt’s feet with a wad of paper towels. Kurt got a closer look at his disheveled-but, he had to admit, rather sexy-hair.

The boy stood up, very close to Kurt. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“It’s alright,” Kurt replied, his composure back. “These are my older pair, anyway. I’ve got a new pair in my closet.”

The boy looked down at Kurt’s feet and then back up. “They’re very nice shoes,” he commented, seeming overly earnest. “And I am Blaine.”

Kurt grinned slightly. “I’m Kurt. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Blaine nodded steadily, not breaking eye contact. This guy is smashed, Kurt thought.

“Could I see your other shoes?”

“Huh?” Kurt asked.

“Can I see the other ones?” Blaine was so eager.

Kurt smiled sultrily. “Maybe later,” he said. “Now…would you mind getting me another beer?”

Blaine’s face lit up. “Of course!” he exclaimed, turning and heading for the keg. Kurt got a nice view of Blaine’s ass underneath his teal-colored jeans. He cocked his eyebrow and waited for his drink.

And then, suddenly, it was 12:30 and Kurt was sitting on the couch in the living room watching SNL. He didn’t really understand a lot of what was going on in the show but the people around him kept laughing and then he’d laugh to because they were all so funny when they laughed!

And Blaine, Blaine the adorable and very drunk theatre-loving twenty-year-old psych major who had spilled beer on Kurt’s loafers was sitting next to him, leaning on him, practically lying on him. And every time one of them laughed the other would laugh because they felt the shake of eachother’s body. Kurt smiled because he was so warm and happy. Blaine had gotten him a beer and then they’d started talking and then he’d gotten another beer and another and now he was watching TV and a cute boy was leaning on him! And then, as Kurt was pondering all of this with such wonder, Blaine turned his head and put his lips right to Kurt’s ear. “You’re gorgeous,” Blaine whispered, and Kurt felt little chills run down his body like drops of water.

Kurt turned to Blaine, and it took a second for his face to come into focus. He liked his lips. “It takes one to know one,” he replied. Blaine grinned, his eyebrows raising.

And then Kurt was standing and pulling Blaine by the wrist behind him, and people were groaning that they were blocking the TV, so Kurt moved out of the living room and to the entryway, throwing open the apartment door and tugging Blaine out, shutting it behind them and running down the hall. They ran like that, holding hands sloppily, grinning like fools. They reached the elevator and Kurt punched at the button. The door slid open immediately and Blaine followed him in. Kurt searched the many buttons for a moment before picking the one to his own floor.

“Where are we going?” Blaine asked, very excited.

“My apartment.”

“You live off-campus?” Blaine’s voice was full of wonder. Kurt laughed.

“Of course!” the elevator dinged and the doors opened. “Come on!”

They stumbled towards Kurt’s apartment, passing it twice before they actually found it. Kurt unlocked it and went inside.

It was dark in the apartment, but the door closed behind them and then Kurt felt himself pushed up against a wall, dropping his keys, Blaine surrounding him. Blaine’s lips found his and there was almost a tangible spark as they kissed, heat running through Kurt’s body. Their hands fumbled on eachother, pulling away clothing, running through hair, lightly and then roughly exploring skin. Kurt pushed Blaine towards his bedroom, tripping over things as they went, but they just laughed and returned their mouths to the task at hand. Finally they reached Kurt’s bed, which was impeccably made. The fell onto it, bouncing slightly. Both were topless and as they lay down, Kurt on top, Blaine’s hands trailed down his back towards Kurt’s waistband. Kurt, meanwhile, occupied himself by sucking on Blaine’s neck and trailing his tongue up and down the thick muscle there, causing Blaine to moan ever so slightly.

Kurt was warm from alcohol and from Blaine and from the coiled up sexual desire, blood rushing to his groin. He crooned as Blaine undid his pants and quickly went to return the favor. His shoes were kicked off and forgotten, the beer-stained things that had started this all off. And as they were both finally clothesless and Kurt was trying to think through the haze in his mind whether he should grab a condom, Blaine began whispering, “You’regorgeousgorgeougogeousgorgeous” and at that point, most of Kurt’s conscious thought shut down completely.