Candles Chapter Three:

Candles:

Chapter 3: Can’t I just blame Rachel Berry instead?

Kurt was sitting across from Wes, David, and Blaine talking about song ideas. Suddenly his phone vibrated. A broad grin spread across his face when he saw who the text was from. Mercedes. How he missed his beautiful, feisty, and talented best friend. "Hey! Figgins has ND doing this big 'alcohol awareness' number... Ugh!" she'd said. Kurt sighed, that was just like Mercedes. Grilled Cheesus, how he missed his girls. "Where was alcohol awareness when April Rhodes was back at McKinley?" he replied, joking. Her reply was quicker than his. "Ikr! Rachel is throwing this party Friday night, for Regionals... to get us 'psyched' or something. I'm calling it 'Rachel Berry's House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza!' With a name like that it ought to be 'fun', wanna crash?" she asked. Kurt could detect the sarcasm in 'fun'. He was sure he could get in, on account of him knowing a little something about Finn's browser history. Rachel may not be known for her parties, but a chance to see his friends is a chance worth taking. And that doesn't make crashing a party seem so bad. With that thought, a small smile graced his lips.
Wes and David were staring intensely at Kurt, who was absorbed in his phone. Kurt looked up at the three with questioning eyes. He sighed then spoke. “Two things.” he said slowly. They tilted their head sideways in question. Kurt just stared at their expressions for a moment. “Go on…” David drawled. Kurt rolled his eyes at him. As a response, David burst into laughter. “First, why were you all staring at me?” Kurt asked. “You were just… so absorbed… with your phone. How-how could we not!” David said between gasps. Wes just nodded in agreement while Blaine let out a small laugh. In return he got an icy glare from Kurt. Soon his glare turned into a smirk. “And second, do you guys want to crash an ND party with me on Friday?” he asked. “YES!” Wes and David screamed. Blaine smiled and shook his head, muttering “dorks” to himself. “We leave right after practice on Friday. Be prepared. And NO blazers!" Kurt said, emphasizing the 'no'. Kurt couldn't help but notice the sad expression that briefly crossed Blaine's face when he heard his blazer was banned from his attire. Wes and David grinned at each other. “Party! Party!” they yelled while pounding their fists on the table. Kurt and Blaine just shook their heads at them, marveling at their friends.
It was finally Friday. Curse Rebecca Black and that annoying song of hers, which was ironically playing in the car before they got to Rachel's. Kurt, Blaine, Wes, and David walked into Rachel's party with Finn in tow. "Kurt! Blaine! And others? I didn't expect you!" she said, while looking at Finn questioningly, obviously wondering why there were a group of unexpected guest. "Blackmail." he sighed. Rachel just shook her head and lead the boys to her basement. Wes and David began to explain that they were here for fun, and weren't going to try and steal their set list. Soon everybody got there and Puck was asking where the 'Booze' was. In which he was responded with Rachel prattling on about how everyone got two 'drink tickets' so they wouldn't 'get out of hand'. "But isn't that the point of having a party with drinks? So we can get out of hand?" Puck asked blatantly. Rachel gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Finally she sighed and allowed Puck to break into her dads liquor cabinet.
A couple hours, a bottle of vodka (and the two body shots everyone did off of Brittany and Santana) later everyone, except for Kurt and Finn, was drunk. Kurt walked over to his step-brother and asked him whether or not he was drinking. Finn shook his head. "No, I'm taking responsibility and being the designated driver. You?" he asked. Kurt's eyes went wide. "Oh GaGa, no! You remember what happened the last time, and I'm still trying to impress Blaine..." he trailed off, looking over at his very drunk crush. Finn nodded knowingly. Kurt let out a silent laugh as Blaine attempted to do a dance move Mike was teaching him. Suddenly he stumbled over to Finn and attempted to wrap an arm around his tall frame. "Ya kno' Finn, it's so GREAT that you and Kurt are brothers! BROTHERS!" he said with a fit of laughter. Finn stared at Kurt, silently pleading. "You having fun Blaine?" Kurt asked with a laugh. Blaine, who was still trying to wrap his arm around Finn, let out a loud laugh. "YEAH! This is the BEST party EVER! WHOO!" he yelled, over emphasizing a few words. His loud statement earned a chorus of 'whoos' from the rest of the party. Blaine retracted himself from Finn and attempted to dance again.
Next thing they knew, Rachel was standing on her stage screaming about how her drink tasted like 'Pink. PINK!'. Then she was all over Finn telling him she'd do anything for him while snaking her arms around his waist. Finn began explaining the different types of drunks to her since it was her 'first time'. Santana was considered the 'Weepy-hysterical drunk'. She was crying and asking Sam if he liked Quinn more then her, and then forcibly making out with her. Lauren and Quinn were the 'Angry girl drunks' screaming insult after insult at Noah Puckerman. Brittany was standing on a table dancing and stripping while Artie threw money at her when Finn classified her as the 'Girl who turns into a stripper drunk'. Tina and Mercedes were considered 'Happy drunks' as they laughed at anything, and everything, that was said. Once he finished with the others he turned back to Rachel. "And you are the 'Needy girl drunk' Rachel." he said pulling her arms from around him. Tears began to well in her eyes before rage took over. She stood up abruptly, before making her way to the mic. "How's this for needy Finn? Let's play spin the bottle. SPIN THE BOTTLE!" she screamed looking pointedly at Finn.
Wes was passed out on top of David in the backseat of Kurt's car. Meanwhile, Blaine was sitting in the passengers seat mumbling about how Rachel's lips tasted like 'Pink'. Kurt had to withhold from smacking Blaine. Because getting plastered was one thing but making out with Rachel Berry because you WANT to is entirely different. Kurt loved and respected Rachel on a 'I-love-you-because-you're-talented' level. So, making out with a friends obvious crush is something you just didn't do. Drunk or not. Soon Kurt reached Dalton and somehow managed to get all three boys to his dorm. Once the door opened Wes and David fell to the floor. They pulled each other in close, as if they were six year olds lying down for a nap.
Kurt lived in a single dorm room which meant two things, first: more closet space, and second: a larger bed. Kurt managed to pull Blaine to his bed, in which Blaine slurred alcohol induced ramblings. Kurt fell onto his bed, exhausted. Soon he fell into a dreamless sleep. Kurt woke up to the morning sun in his eyes. Without thinking, Kurt stood up and pulled the curtains open, allowing the bright sun to shine in. He earned pained groans from Wes and David as well as a toss and turn from Blaine. As Kurt dressed and began his morning skin routine someone began to knock loudly on his door. "Kurt! Kurt!" the voice yelled. He ran over to the door, yanked it open, and saw Thad standing there. "Hey Kurt! Have you seen Wes and Davi- OH!" he asked, peering into the room, only to find a sleeping Wes snuggled up to David's side. Thad pushed the door open farther, glancing at Wes and David once again, before his eyes landed on Kurt’s bed. Blaine shifted under the covers again, before letting out a moan. “Will you PLEASE stop yelling?” he groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. Thad let out a silent laugh. “So, if Blaine is on your bed, where’d you sleep?” he asked walking into the room. He stepped over Wes and David, almost falling over the process, and went to stand next to Kurt’s multi-colored bed. A deep blush spread over Kurt’s cheeks and Thad looked shocked. “Whoa! Anyways, can you tell Wes and David that I was looking for them when they wake up?” he asked, trying to change the subject quickly. Kurt nodded and Thad headed out the door unable to look back.
Rachel had called Kurt to tell him, more like rub it in his face, that she’d asked Blaine out. And that he’d said yes, and their date went fabulously. Kurt forced out a congratulations and hung up on her before the tears that were welling in his eyes threatened to spill over. He wiped the tears away and dialed Mercedes number, knowing she could help him with his situation.
Not less than ten minutes ago, Kurt was standing outside Mercedes door waiting for her to open it. And now, now he was sitting on her zebra-printed bed sobbing into tissues and trying wash his fears away with ice cream. “Hey, c’mon,, it’ll be alright!” Mercedes whispered encouragingly while pulling him into a hug. Kurt let out a sigh and wiped away his tears. “N-no it w-wont… He’s so… mixed signal-y! I mean one minute he’s singing all k-kinds of f-flirty duets with me and the next h-he’s making out with R-Rachel Berry!” he stuttered out. Soon Mercedes was pulling him into a tight hug again and asking him if he wanted her to ‘Smash Rachel’s face in’? Kurt let out a soft laugh. “No, as much as I’d love to see that, it wouldn’t solve any of my problems…” he trailed off. Mercedes laughed and whispered, “It’d get her to leave you alone though,”. Sure it was true, and at the moment he wanted nothing more than to have Rachel leave him alone, but it really wouldn’t fix anything. So it was rather pointless. Then Kurt squared his shoulders, wiped any tear residue away, and pushed the ice cream into Mercedes hands muttering something about how he ‘hopes it doesn’t all go to his hips,’.
A half hour or so later he was sitting in the Lima Bean across from none other than Rachel Berry, telling her that Blaine would be here in a few minutes. As soon as he walked in and took a place in line Rachel walked right up to him and planted a, sober strawberry flavored, kiss on him. “Yep, I’m gay! 100% GAY! Really Rachel thank you so much for clearing that up for me! Can you hold my place for me, I gotta hit the restroom?” he asked, before heading towards the back of the coffee shop. Kurt cam to stand behind Rachel and put a somewhat comforting hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked, masking his happiness at her rejection with concern. “This is song writing GOLD!” she yelled, happily skipping out of the coffee shop.
“Ugh, I taste like girl!” Blaine complained as he took his seat in front of Kurt. Kurt let out a laugh. “Well, that’s what you generally taste when you kiss a girl… at least that’s what I’ve learned from experience,” Kurt muttered the last part hoping Blaine wouldn’t catch it. But, of course, he did. “You made out with a girl?” he laughed out. A blush spread across Kurt’s face as he shook his head ‘yes’. Blaine laughed again, a bit louder this time. “Tell me every thing!” he demanded, seriously intrigued by Kurt’s escapades. Kurt joined in his laughter, before beginning his tale about Brittany, her root beer lip gloss, and how badly he wanted to be the son his father always wanted.