“Just let loose, Kurt! Have some fun! That’s the point of the party!” Kurt recalled the words from his friend, Brock. He had said it only an hour ago, and Kurt did what he was told. He let go and allowed himself a few drinks. He simply didn’t realize how many drinks he had until he looked over the table he was sitting at, several empty cups across it. He stared blankly. He had hoped to feel better, to feel some sense of relief, but he wasn’t comforted by the alcohol as he had wished. Matter of fact, he couldn’t remember a time he felt worse. He sat back in his chair. Where had Brock gone? Kurt let his weary blue eyes trace over the room, drunk, obnoxious people everywhere. Then his eyes found Brock, standing not to far from his table, giggling stupidly and just as drunk, if not more, as Kurt. Brock was a happy drunk. Big surprise there.

Kurt just sat there staring at him, the younger man dressed in blue jeans and a black tank top, and a flannel shirt tied around his waist. It took Kurt a moment to notice when Brock was actually staring back at him, ogling Kurt the same way Kurt had done to him. Brock wasted no time and started over to him, smiling drunkenly at Kurt when he reached him.

“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, noticing Kurt looked particularly unhappy. Kurt simply shrugged.

“I don’t know...bored...not really having fun.” Brock looked down at him sitting in the chair.

“Well, that’s because you’re just sitting around! Come meet some people.” Brock leaned down, resting his arms on the table and grinning at Kurt. He pointed back at a group of people. “They’re really funny!” Brock chuckled. Kurt smirked slightly.

“Your face is red.” Kurt leaned forward and touched his hand gently.

“I know!”

“Maybe you should just sit over here with me for a bit.” Brock immediately shook his head no. He grabbed Kurt’s hand and pulled on it.

“No, no! You need to come have some fun with us.” Brock tried pulling him from his seat but Kurt wouldn’t budge. Brock went back to him, leaning over close to his face and looking straight into his eyes. “Come on...we’re having fun! You’ll really like them!” Brock lifted his hand, touching Kurt’s chin gently. “Won’t you come over? For me?” The way Brock was begging and looking at him was unbelievable. He would have been stupid not to take advantage of the situation. Kurt reached both his hands up, grabbing onto Brock and pulling him forward, and pressed his lips to Brock’s. The initial shock of the kiss passed quickly and Brock found himself enjoying it, and kissing Kurt back.

“Let’s go back to the apartment.” Kurt said heatedly once his lips parted from Brock’s, Brock quickly agreeing as Kurt stood up and pulled him along through the crowd of drunk people. Their apartment was only down the hall, something both Kurt and Brock were thankful for at the moment. It took them less than two minutes to get into the apartment and then into Kurt’s bedroom, the door being slammed shut behind them. Kurt pushed Brock onto the bed and crawled on top of him, locking his lips with Brock’s once again and kissing him hungrily as he pulled at his own clothing and Brock’s. Kurt could taste the alcohol that had been in Brock’s mouth, and he was sure Brock could taste his. Kurt quickly moved down, kissing Brock’s neck hard, biting and sucking , making Brock gasp and moan.

“Fuck, Kurt...” Brock groaned, arching himself up to Kurt’s body.