Back To Our Roots, Book One

LXXX. Why Have Ship Names If You Don't Use Them?

"Kurt, I meant to ask. What happened yesterday?"

Kurt sighed. "Just... It kinda freaked me out. I transferred because I was force-kissed in a locker room, I guess I never expected that to happen here."

Blaine was quiet. "Oh, shit... I didn't think of that. But you do know that whoever lays a finger on you will be punched so hard they'll be the first human on Pluto, right?"

Kurt laughed, taking his hand. "I know. I have you, I have all of you here. And nobody particularly hates me."

"Guys, guess what?"

Again, Jeff demonstrated his incredible power to stop multiple conversations at once by saying practically nothing.

"What?" Matt asked, because someone had to.

"There's a Valentine's party tonight."

Thad sighed. "I'm going to repeat my usual question. A celebrating-the-holiday party or a get-wasted-and-hook-up-in-some-rich-kid's-house party?"

Jeff sighed. "Thad, the day I answer that question with the first one is the day I become a boring, boring man."

"Um, I think I'll pass," Matt said. He didn't want to take any risks.

Jeff nodded understandingly. "Klaine? Wevid? Thad?"

There was a mass sigh from the table at his constant use of ship names.

Kurt and Blaine shared a look, shrugging. "Sure, why not?"

"I'd go," David said. Wes nodded in agreement.

Thad laughed. "I'd better go to make sure Wes doesn't get drunk and out somebody else this time," he joked.

"Ugh, I am never drinking again," Wes said. "That was an awful experience, and not just for me."

David snorted. "You won't be singing the same tune when there's a cup of alcohol under your nose."

"Yes, I will. Watch me."

"Who's driving?" Jeff asked.

"I can. I do not drink," Kurt said, half-laughing.

"I don't drink either," Nick said.

"That's four to one car and three to the other," Jeff said.

"I can drive too. So it'd be two, two, and three like last time," David offered.