Nothings Gonna Harm You Not While I'm Around (Klaine: Glee)

Part 18

Blaine’s POV

When the clock strikes 7:11pm me, Kurt and Finn walk into Rachel’s basement for her karaoke drinking extranviganza. Her dads are out of town for a couple of days and she has taken the advantage of their time away and is having her second house party. When we arrive Brittney is already drunk and Santana is trying to calm her down. The music is blaring and the place is a mess.

‘Babe are you sure you’re okay doing this again?’ Finn asks hugging Rachel.

‘Absolutely, the last time it was just so much fun!’ Rachel yells obviously she’s slightly drunk. ‘Remember that was when me and Blaine had our fling’ she laughs grabbing onto my top and pulling me away from Kurt.

‘Rachel…. We spoke about that’ Kurt patronizes. Rachel huffs and drags Finn away to a corner and they begin to vigourously make out. Everyone is here by 8, so that is when the karaoke begins. Rachel kicks the night of with her favourite Barbra classic Don’t Rain On My Parade and then Santana and Britney sing Ke$ha’s Take It Off and gets the party going while we all slowly get more and more drunk. Kurt’s also drinking this time so both of us are going nuts.

‘Come on Kurt let’s sing something.’ I beg half dragging him onto the stage.

‘Fine what are we singing though baby.’ Kurt chokes staggering after me.

‘Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night yeah?’ I laugh which is a perfect song for this situation and it’s Katy Perry my absolute fave pop singer along with Pink.

‘Of course it’s Katy but yes that’s a good song!’ Kurt laughs and we get up on the stage. We’re drunk so we’re dancing like right idiots.

Me: There's a stranger in my bed,

There's a pounding in my head

Glitter all over the room

Pink flamingos in the pool

Kurt: I smell like a minibar

DJ's passed out in the yard

Barbie's on the barbeque

This a hickie or a bruise

Me: Pictures of last night

Ended up online

I'm screwed

Me & Kurt: Oh well

Me: It's a blacked out blur

But I'm pretty sure it ruled

Damn

Me & Kurt: Last Friday night

Yeah, we danced on tabletops

And we took too many shots

Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night

Yeah, we maxed our credit cards

And got kicked out of the bar

So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night

We went streaking in the park

Skinny dipping in the dark

Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night

Yeah I think we broke the law

Always say we're gonna stop

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