Shatter Me {Klaine}

𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓘𝓽 𝓞𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓱𝓸𝓵

Kurt still debated if he should go or stay at home to try to finish the book over the weekend. He couldn't concentrate on the reading, so he placed a bookmark on the page he was reading and closed the book carefully. Then he grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil and started listening pros and cons.

Pros:
Mercedes and Blaine would be happy to see me there
I can spend some time with Finn
Sneaking in with the Glee Club would be epic
Maybe the football team would accept me some more if I go
I could meet some new people
It wouldn't be so quiet
I might actually have some fun

Cons:
Karofsky
Azimio
Alcohol
If we get caught sneaking in
If the police appear
Too many people
Too loud music

He groaned when he found out that there were both seven pros and seven cons. How am I supposed to decide now? After a while, he got an idea. He grabbed his phone and searched for random number generator and typed in the numbers one and two. One was stay and two was go. When he pressed the generate button, a number appeared to decide. 2 was the number that had appeared on his screen. He was going. What's the worst thing that can happen?

*

Kurt was surprised to see that Santana's door was completely open. Wait, everyone can just go in? The thought of complete strangers wandering around in Santana's house made him hesitate when he was standing right by the open door.

"Move it." A voice said from behind him before he got shoved through the door and into the house full of people. A voice that made the hairs on his arms rise. David Karofsky. Kurt then realised that Dave never said the words 'fag', 'queer' or 'homo.' Doesn't he recognise me? He couldn't be more happy with the theme of party. If eyes and hair was covered and the house was full of -hopefully just- students, the bullies wouldn't notice him. Karofsky just proved that. He was dressed up as a robber. It was the easiest and fastest costume he could get. All black clothes, a beanie and a mask around his eyes. He knew that his eyes weren't covered, but he thought that Kurt decided to go look for one of his fellow Glee Club members. He started roaming the house. Some of the Glee Club members would be easy to spot, right? With Artie in his wheelchair and Finn who's the size of a skyscraper. Soon enough, he found one of the member.

"PU-CK-ER-MAN! PU-CK-ER-MAN! PU-CK-ER-MAN!" He heard most of the football team chanting and he turned around a corner to go see what was happening in the living room. By the couch, Puck, dressed in nothing but some black pants and a T-shirt with the text: bitch please, my costume beats yours by far, was having some kind of beer drinking competition with some guy in a police officer costume. Kurt could see that the boy with the Mohawk was busy and decided to go find a bathroom to just get some minutes of peace away from the crowd. When he left the living room, he heard the chanting fade. After about five minutes of searching, he finally found an empty hallway which was actually pretty weird when he thought about the crowd in the rest of the house. He just shrugged it off and started walking down the hallway, but just before he reached the bathroom, an ice cold hand gripped his wrist and spun him around. The next thing Kurt felt was lips on his. They were as cold as the person's hand and he could smell that the person had been drinking a lot. A lot of beer to be exact.
*
~earlier~

Blaine hadn't been drinking that much all night until he heard the voice of none other than Noah Puckerman from behind him.

"Hey, officer Hobbit!" Blaine turned around, knowing that he was the only one dressed as a police officer at the party. "I bet I can drink three cans of beer before you can drink one!" The taller boy challenged, obviously tipsy already if not drunk. The shorter boy smirked at mr. Mohawk.

"Have fun drinking those three cans while I drink five quicker than you can count to ten." The whole room got silent for a moment, well, except for the loud music. Then the two of them ran to get some cans of beer and started pouring them into their mouths while the football team cheered. Mostly for Puck.

"PU-CK-ER-MAN! PU-CK-ER-MAN! PU-CK-ER-MAN! PU-CK-ER-MAN!" Blaine had it in the bag and finished his last beer moments before Puck finished his and some of the chanting jocks were groaning while the rest were cheering for the short boy. Blaine could feel that he was already drunk and needed to throw up, and started to stumble into the direction of the bathroom. It only took him about a minute or two to make it to the right hallway. There was no one in there except for a person that was taller than Blaine and all dressed in black, walking in the direction of the bathroom as well. What happened next was a habit for Blaine when he was drunk. The alcohol would always take over after some minutes and he would always grab the nearest girl and try to get a hot make out session out of her, but not more than that, because no matter how much he drank, he'd never forget that he was in the closet after all. There were no girls in the hallway when the alcohol took over, so he grabbed the wrist of the taller boy. When their skin touched, Blaine could feel the heat of the boy's pale skin. Blaine wasn't exactly in the right headspace to realise that the boy's skin only felt so hot because of the cold can he had hell moments before. Then Blaine turned the boy around and forced their lips together without hesitation. It was only a short kiss because the stranger pulled away quickly before looking down and and running past the short boy who tried to follow, but the amount of alcohol in his system made him stumble into a wall.

"CoMe BaCk!" He tried to yell, but he knew that the boy had already gotten away from the party.

What he didn't know was that someone had been standing around the corner the whole time...