I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XVIII

On Halloween at Dalton, which luckily fell on a Friday, everyone was allowed to wear their costumes. Nick didn't, for obvious reasons, and neither did the others.

The teachers hardly tried to teach, knowing nobody could focus.

After classes, some of them started to change into their costumes. Sebastian did, because he knew it would take time to make himself look like a girl. Thad helped him, giving him some tips he had picked up.

Nick was struggling to recreate Frank N. Furter's makeup. It was ridiculous.

"Hey Nick, how's it going in he-here..." Jeff's voice faltered upon seeing him.

"It's going awful, I cannot figure out his makeup," Nick said, oblivious.

"I could help," Jeff offered.

"That'd be awesome."

Jeff looked at a picture for reference, staring with his eyebrows and working his way down. Nick tried to stay still as possible, but it wasn't helping that he had realized he was wearing, well, lingerie in front of Jeff.

This wasn't going to end well, he could already tell.

"Are you okay? You're shivering."

Nick hadn't even realized but he noticed as soon as Jeff pointed it out. "Just... Kinda cold."

It wasn't true, of course. He actually felt rather warm this close to Jeff.

"Do you want a jacket? I can-"

"It's fine, Jeff," Nick said, chuckling.

Nick did, however, don a jacket when they headed out to the party.

He was apprehensive as they walked up to the house. "Is there anything I should know?" he asked Jeff, who was nearly blinding in his Columbia costume.

"Um, don't drink, if you do drink don't drink too much, don't take anything anyone offers you because it could be laced, and make sure you aren't alone with another person," Jeff said, counting the items off his fingers. "I think that's it."

Nick nodded, the words doing nothing for his peace of mind.

They had hardly entered the house when they got split up. Nick kept his jacket on, despite how hot the house was from being jam-packed with people.

He managed to end up the one place he didn't want to be: the kitchen.

"Can I get you anything?" the boy mixing drinks asked.

"Oh, um, no thank you," he said, caught off guard.

He chuckled. "Can I give you a tour? You look rather lost."

"Oh, I'm, um, just looking for someone," he lied quickly, leaving the room. Something about the boy unsettled him.

The house was much hotter than what Nick was used to. He took off his jacket, stowing it away so he could find it again. Although, he wouldn't mind if he lost it; he never really liked it.

He walked into a new room, something that must have looked like a living room at one point but was just downright chaotic now.

He attracted a few eyes, none of them girls'. After all, what straight boy would wear something like that?

"You are drunk."

"No, I'm Hunter." He chuckled at his own joke.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "You know you're really drunk when you start making dad jokes."

"More like daddy jokes." Hunter tried to wink, ending up just blinking.

"That doesn't even work."

Hunter backed him into the wall. "Yes it does. And you know how it works." He tried to kiss him, but Sebastian turned his head to the side.

"Hunt, I'm not going to do this with you right now. You're drunk."

"Come on, 'Bastian. Loosen up." Hunter set his arms on Sebastian's shoulders and hooked his hands together behind his neck. "I could help you with that," he added in a suggestive whisper.

"'Bastian' is perfectly fine, thanks. You are going to go back to Dalton with me."

"God, don't be a buzzkill." Hunter moved his arms away, scowling.

Sebastian took a breath. "Hunter, you're drunk. We should head back to Dalton."

"You know what? You can head back to Dalton," Hunter said, walking away.

"Hunter!" Sebastian called after him, but he was gone. "H- Hunter?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you."

Not able to argue with that logic, Blaine smirked, pushing Kurt back into the wall and kissing him. Kurt responded as soon as he could with his delayed reactions.

Blaine kissed him harder, setting a hand on his hip.

His... his hip.

Confused, Blaine realized it was pretty much just bone.

He trailed his hand upwards, it immediately moving in with the contour of Kurt's body. Not a little bit in, either; it moved scarily far.

Kurt was too drunk for this. Blaine wasn't drunk enough.

"Kurt, do you think we could head back? I'm getting pretty tired."

He giggled, kissing Blaine on the nose. "Of course, Blainey days. But neither of us are driving."

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at that, despite his worry. "We'll take an Uber or something."

"Hunter, where the hell are y-" he froze. He...

He turned. He knew Hunter had seen him.

Sebastian ran until he was in his car and back at Dalton, fighting back tears the whole time.

By one am, everyone was back at Dalton.