Title:Don't let fear lead the way

Author:The Quiet Jo

Pairing:Klaine, of course…!

Rating:T to M. But rated M to be on the safe side for what's to come in later chapters.

Disclaimer:I don't own Glee or anything that has to do with it. Just a big fan like so many others.

Summary:

"You can't let fear stay in the way of us living our lives" Blaine said to me "We can't let them win anymore. We have to create our own happiness"

"You're right" I answered him and felt more alive than ever before "Let's do it"

Kurt and Blaine meet during their sophomore year (They are the same age). They start out with a friendship that could be growing into something more as they decided to keep it all a secret. But they want to live every moment in their life to the fullest and they might have the best idea to do so. KLAINE.

AN: So I changed tempus in my story hoping that it now will sound better, once I am done with the story I will go back and change the earlier chapter as well. English is not my mother tongue and I have only read it in school. I have to say that this chapter is the best one from me yet and I hope those of you who read it will feel the same. I put a lot more effort to it than compared with the earlier chapters.

So here is chapter six. Read and enjoy…

Don't let fear lead the way - chapter six

Kurt…

I am standing in front of my mirror deciding on what to wear for the evening. Tonight is the big and fun party at the old art nerd's house. The old man must be one of the biggest losers in Ohio. If you throw parties for glee-clubs in high school, feeding those on the bottom of the food chain so they remain there, it will make you into a loser. He must be losers-losers for encouraging us to continue on with our unrealistic dreams of fame and glamour. It will be amusing seeing this man, no doubt about it.

I look over at my bed and the outfits spread all over it. What do you wear to a party like this? It must be sophisticated but also impressive. I hope the rest of the club thinks the same way, especially Rachel. We need to appear talented and keep that façade up. Our odds aren't in our favor. Rachel never took a moment to think over why we hadn't been invited to this party from the beginning. It wasn't until she ran into the man that he heard of us. We have to face the facts that we are losers even in Glee-land. Isn't that saying something?

With one final look at the outfits I decided on wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and this amazing new shirt that I bought yesterday. I style my hair and make sure I am as close to perfection as I can get. I grab my phone from my desk and then make my way from my room and up the living room. My dad is packing the last of his bag and then he will be leaving for his business trip over the weekend.

"Do you really need your most expensive suit for a tire-convention?" I look down at his packing and examine it. My dad is a sad case when it comes to clothes. He never knows what to wear at what occasion. I wished that I could have a final say in everything he wears.

"There is a rather important meeting with some investors tomorrow before I get home" he explains with an amused look upon his face. "Will you be ok staying by yourself while I am gone?" My father worries about me. It is his job here in life. But I am not ten anymore, I am sixteen. I need my freedom and spending the weekend alone will be the beginning of that freedom.

"I will be more than fine" It's too bad that the convention couldn't be another weekend. Then Blaine could have stayed over and we would have had a whole weekend to ourselves. We would be watching movies and eating bowls of popcorns. Now we would only see each other tomorrow for a few hours before my dad gets home. Hopefully there will be a windshield-convention or something other car-related occupation for my dad in the near future.

"So are you excited for tonight?" I give my dad a questioning look and then rolled my eyes. "I take that as a no?" He laughed quietly under his breath. I could see him humoring me for my teenage ways of having a negative attitude towards the things that you should be appreciating here in life, like parties hosted by an old man.

"It's kind of a weird situation"

"How?" Sometimes my dad can be so clueless. Of course the situation will be weird. It will be nothing but weird.

"Because it will be a bunch of competitive teenagers who are fighting for the same thing under the same roof" I force the idea into his head, begging that his adult head could remember what it was like to be my age.

"When I played football we were also competitive" Oh, here we go again. Another when my dad played football in high school and then in college story. "But it was part of the game and it was a great way to get psyched before a competition"

"This isn't a bunch of football teams stinking of sweat and grunt rather than talk. We are talking about teenagers with unreachable goals in life and the chance of getting there is maybe one in a thousand, perhaps even a million" I am trying to hide my anger at my dad's lack of understanding my passion here in life. He is listening closely to me. Taking in every word I am saying, trying his best to grasp a world so far from his own. I could tell from his face that he was bewildered at what I am saying. This hurts me greatly. Knowing where the bewilderment comes from, the not understanding and not knowing what my world is like. It makes me miss my mother more than usually. If she was here I am sure she would understand, or at least try to.

"Fine" My dad said and it is the end of our conversation. It is obvious how uncomfortable he is from talking about show-choir and my unreachable goals. "So, I guess there won't be any drinking at this party?" Dad asks seriously in an attempt to leave the touchy subject.

"It is a school activity. So no, there will not be any drinking" My dad looks pleased. He pats my back as I am leaving. That will be counted as a hug in dad's mind. It makes me smile and I feel a sense of security from the gesture. He might not understand theater and musical but there has never been a doubt in my mind that he wouldn't do everything in his power to protect me. So why can't I tell him that I am gay? He will still be here for me and I wouldn't have to hide. It would be a huge relief but I am scared. The slight possibility of him turning his back on me or looking at me with disappointment tears me apart inside. I know that I will tell him one day, but that day isn't toady, not tomorrow and it won't be next week. But one day I will tell him, I have no choice if I want to be happy.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, dad" I say with one last look at him and then walk out the door and to what will become an unforgettable evening.

Blaine…

It isn't often you find yourself in a situation where you are enjoying yourself and still wish with all of your heart that you could be somewhere else. I am exactly in that situation.

Wes picked me up at my house after offering me a ride to the party. I am not sure if I should call it a party, the term party doesn't cling to well when he man throwing it could be dying of old age any day. Or so I have been told.

After the warbler's performance at the mall I feel closer to the guys, more comfortable and surer of my role in the group. I know they are my friends and that the worries from my past should stay in the past.

But there is a part of me that wants to be somewhere else. That is to put it weakly. Kurt and I may be only friends but there is a part of me that constantly thinks about him. I can't get him out of my mind. I wonder how he is doing. I worry about him during school hours hoping no one is giving him hell at school. He is my best friend and I wouldn't trade that for anything. That's why I have to suppress certain feelings that have been starting to make their presence known. Feelings that could destroy our friendship.

When I look at Kurt it awakens something inside me. It makes this stirring within my heart and there is a longing for him inside my whole body. I want to take him in my arms and hold on to him forever.

But I can't. He needs me to be his friend. We both need to be each other's friends. I now that Kurt and I both aren't near ready to be each other's boyfriends. The idea of being with someone scares me deeply. The open up and the honesty that comes from being with somebody is more than I can take right now. Even if that somebody is Kurt, who I trust and cherish more than anyone else.

I am abruptly pulled from my thoughts of Kurt and my fears when Nick asks from the passenger's seat

"So how many people will be at there tonight?" Then he starts to sing along to the song on the radio, making it quite difficult for anyone to answerer him.

"Depends on how many glee-clubs been invited this year" Wes explains over the music blasting form the speakers.

"Have you've been to this type of party before" I ask from the back seat. This type of party or any parties isn't my type of thing. I find it difficult to be social when I am overcome with fear most of the time. In my life I've been to three parties and none of the turned out great. I hope this one can break the trend.

"Last year we went" David says next to me. "It wasn't the best party I have ever went to but it wasn't as dull as you might think" I have a hard time believing that.

"It is the perfect opportunity to meet others in our age who share the same interests" Wes clarifies from behind the wheel.

"Is that what you're supposed to say?" David asks Wes while rolling his eyes. "You know that it is all about checking out the competition and see what were up against"

The boys kept quarrelling as I look out the window. I am going to do my best to have a good time tonight. I know that I need it and it is well deserved.

…

We get to the mansion where the party will be held right on time. The place is huge and that is coming from me. Wes stops the car outside of the main entrance and we all get out. He hands the keys to a well-dressed man who then jumps in and drive the car away. I don't think I have been more grateful for the Dalton's school uniforms. I am completely clueless when it comes to dressing for parties like this. I shouldn't be though since my parents kept dragging me to rich folks parties for a few years. But once I came out to my parents they were nice enough to let me skip them, but I doubt that was for my sake.

"So let's scare off the competition" David says with a slam on my back and then we make our way into the party.

The inside of the house was just as huge as the outside. The rich old man has gone all out for the evening. Waiters ware everywhere and the hall which we entered through is decorated with gold and silver. It reminds me of a Christmas party. A nice looking lady come up to us and takes our coats and then a man shows us the way to the main room where the event will be held.

We are among the first guest to arrive except for the rest of the Warblers who are hanging out in a corner eating of all the food that is lined up in the middle of the gigantic room. This room is also decorated with gold and silver. There is a stage along one of the walls which looks to be there permanently. There is no doubt this man is an musical and arts appreciator. The walls are covered in posters from different musicals and paintings from famous painters. I am no Picasso myself but I can tell that most of the paintings hanging on the walls are real, expensive real. This man must be loaded.

One glee club after another start to arrive and the place is starting to fill up. I am along with the other Warblers stuck in the corner. I don't have a full view of the room which makes me anxious. Coming to this thing probably wasn't the best idea. What if someone from another school would recognize me?

The room is completely filled with teenagers when the lights goes out and the ones on the stage start to shine. The entire room's attention is now focused on the man climbing up the stairs to take his place on the center of the stage.

His hair is silver grey and he is wearing an expensive suit which matches the silver and the gold decorations. His eyes are looking out from behind a pair of dark glasses resting on his rather big and crooked nose. He is over the top dramatic when he takes hold of the microphone. It seems like he was waiting for the room to stop applauding before he will speak, except no one was clapping their hands.

The man puts one hand in the air, a gesture signaling that the quiet room should calm down. I look over at the rest of the Warblers wondering if they thought the man was as much of a nut case as I believe him to be. Their expression indicated they have had the same reaction.

"Thank you, for that wonderful welcome" The man says into the microphone. His voice is shaky but still clear. You could hear that he had spent many years singing and he knew how to use his voice. "My names is Henry Booster and it's an honor to have you all here"

A few people applaud, but most of us are still awestruck by the old man, whose name I just learned.

"This is the third time I have this little gathering for all of you ambitious teenager. Most of you will never succeed and this will be the glory of your career. I am glad to offer you at least that" The silence is exchanged by a few quiet mumbles and worried looks. Who the hell is this man?

"This night is about joy, music and making new friends-" He stops in midsentence. He takes of his glasses and give the crowd a closer look, taking his time while doing so. "… or maybe I should say enemies" he then ends slowly with an expression of sarcasm and seriousness at the same time. People stare at each other with uneasy looks and the whispers starts to resurface. I don't know if I should be in awe of this man or run away screaming.

"Before we start with the mingling and let the real party begin it's time for the introductions" A waiter walks up to the stage and hands him a golden envelope. For a moment I am confused, thinking he would be handing out prizes the way it happens on TV at the end of competitions. But that is not what the envelope told him.

"First we have from Carmel High, Vocal Adrenalin" A cheer breaks out next to me. Some of the teenagers in the group looks a lot older, in fact I wouldn't even call them teenagers.

Mr. Booster lets the group cheer for a few seconds before continuing on with his presentation.

"Then from Dalton Academy we have The Warblers" I almost went deaf from the screaming that erupts in our group. If there is one thing a glee-club existing of only boys can do, it is to make sound.

"Moving on... From Westvale High School we have Aural Intensity" More cheers erupts in the room. The space feels more crowded and smaller with every club being introduced.

The total of six glee-clubs had been introduced when it came to the last one. Standing in the corner I have no chance to see the last club as their introduction is being made, I can only hear some tiny cheers from the end of the other room when Mr. Booster says

"Last but not least we have from McKinley High, New Directions" As soon as the words are said my heart is filled with warmth and loneliness. Both due to Kurt and the fact that I am more than sure that McKinley is the school he goes to. It is in this moment I realize how much I actually care for him. When the mere name of his school stir so many emotions inside me and make my insides melt.

I have to calm myself down and get the thoughts of Kurt out of my head for the evening. Now I should focus on the Warblers and not Kurt and his gorgeous eyes and his perfect hair. A small smile is forming on my lips as I think of the boy. I quickly come to my senses and hope that no one realizes that I had zoomed out of reality for a moment.

Kurt…

The party at old the old man's house, now known as Henry Booster is dull. He has presented the different glee clubs and when he mentioned Dalton academy there was a sting in my heart from missing Blaine. A part of me wanted to run out of here and get into my car and drive over to Blaine's house hoping he would be there. Missing him is unbearable. I do have a good time with my friends from glee and if I give it a chance this evening could be fun. But it is hard to be here when I know that spending time with Blaine wouldn't be good, it would be great.

The weird old Mr. Booster has made his way off from the stage and the lightening in the room is back on. Now it is time for the socializing part. Mr. Booster was indeed right when he said that bonds would be forming in the form of enemies.

"Let's take a look around?" Rachel asks and before I get the chance to answerer her she grabs my arm and rather forcefully drag me away. The rest of the glee-club is pacing along after us.

"Can't we just chill and eat of the free food?" Puck says with his mouth overflowing with food. Rachel stops in her track and thankfully let go of my arm. She turns around and faces Puck. All of us take a step back from Rachel. The look upon her face scares us all. She didn't take Puck's comment lightly.

"Chill" she puts both of her hands on her hips and looks sternly into Puck's eyes. "Noah, may I remind you that we are here on a mission. If we want to win sectionals so this glee-club can go on we need to know what we are up against." Her face expression changes from stern to hurt when she continues speaking to him just above a whisper. "You don't know what it's like. You have football, you're popular and you can get any girl in school. If you lose glee you will still have a life" She looks around at everyone in the group and I feel the exact same thing as the words she was saying. We might be club and where our differences shouldn't matter, but Rachel is right. For some in the group glee isn't as important, they are still cheerleaders and football players. "I have been working for this since the day I was born. I want to be a star on a Broadway stage one day. I want to get into college and pursue my passion. I need glee and I won't let you screw it up. So let's just do what I say and everything will be fine"

No one says anything for a moment or two. I can see Rachel and Finn exchanging looks. He is staring at her with puppy dog eyes. I wonder what's going on between the two of them.

"I think I see the glee-club you were talking about in the corner?" Mercedes says and points to a group of boys in the corner of the big room. I recognize their blazers as the ones Blaine usually wears. Everywhere I turn there will be something to remind me of him.

"Oh, perfect. Let's get some dirt on these guys" In an instant Rachel has forgotten what just happened. She is a girl on a mission and nothing will stand in her way. I roll my eyes at her something that Mercedes picks up on and has to hide a giggle under her breath.

"We better go after her and make sure she doesn't spin completely out of control" Mercedes then says. She makes a good point and I offer her my arm which she more than gladly takes. Then we follow Rachel through the mass of people and towards the Dalton boys.

Rachel stops in front of them and the rest of us stand behind her waiting as she will take hold of the situation. Rachel clears her throat then take a look at all of them before speaking.

"Ahem, excuse me" This gets two boys' attention. They look at her and then at the rest of us. They seem confused at the combination of people standing in front of them. "My name is Rachel and I am the leader of our glee-club, New Directions. You have probably heard of us, or at least of me. I have been winning dance and singing competitions before I could walk"

"Okay?" One of the boys says and he looked more confused now.

"I just wanted to let you know that I have seen you perform and although I was impressed with the all-boys thing you have going on, we will most likely crush you"

"Jeff, what's going on here?" A tall boy says behind him. I wonder if any one of them knows of Blaine or maybe even is his friend.

"This is the New Directions and they will apparently crush us if and when we compete against them" The boy whose name is Jeff says to the tall boy.

"Is that so?" The tall boy looks at Rachel and then let out his hand for her to take. "I am Wes. So nice to meet you and feel the heat of the competition" A few other boys join Wes and David.

Finn walks up to Rachel's side, a sign of protection as Rachel takes Wes's hand in hers and shakes it forcefully before letting go.

"It's nice to me you too" she says and then inspects the rest of the boy's from the club. "So you're an all-boys group?"

"Yes, we are indeed" Wes says and a few others laugh at Rachel's remark. More of the Warblers are coming to see what is going on between our two groups. So far Rachel is the only one speaking for us. But that quickly changes when Santana moves forward and takes a good look at Wes and the boys behind him. She moves so she stands in front of me, making it hard to see what is going on. All I can hear is her voice.

"So you're an all-boys school?"

"That's what I just said" Wes seems annoyed and appears to be one of the few guys that can see through the game Santana plays.

"That must be so frustrating for you. With no girls around to entertain you" Santana moves in closer to Wes allowing me to see more of the Warblers again. Santana's move on Wes must have gotten the last of the Warbler boys' attention.

That's when I see him. That's when I feel him. Blaine. I am stunned and confused. Blaine is in glee? That can't be. What am I supposed to do? Should I say hi or ignore him. Should I run away and try to forget I ever saw him her?

I can't do anything; my body is paralyzed from the shock of seeing him here. All this time we've been friends and never has anyone of us mentioned glee.

"My girlfriend keeps me entertained. So I am more than fine" Wes says to Santana who gives up and took a few steps back and join our group again. My eyes are still on Blaine and as Santana steps back he sees me as well.

Everything goes quiet as our eyes met. He looks as surprised and confused as I feel. My heart's beat increases for every second that goes by. I don't take in anything that happens around us, the only thing existing is Blaine and I. Soon a small smile appears on his lips and relief washes over me. I can get through this. We can get through this.

"Well, we should probably say hello to the rest of the clubs in this place" Mercedes says and it pulls me back to reality. Mercedes grabs Rachel with one of her arms and Santana with her other one. The rest of the group follows her and I do the same. I never look back at Blaine. We can't raise any suspicions about us or the fact that we are friends.

"God, that couldn't have been more awkward" Tina declares as we get to the other side of the room with many people separating us from the Warblers and me from Blaine.

"What was awkward?" I ask not following Tina. Sure, things could have gone more smoothly but it wasn't bad either.

"Santana jumping almost every guy within a few feet of her"

"I saw an opportunity and I took it" Santana says proudly.

"And Rachel doing her best to destroy the competition but only embarrass us" The rest of the group agrees with Tina except for Rachel. After I saw Blaine it is all I could focus on, missing all that was happening around us.

"Did you even have a plan?" Artie asks Rachel with an angry expression.

"I got us here, didn't I" Rachel defends herself.

"But what were you planning on doing once we actually got there?" Artie gets more angry and restless at Rachel.

"Scaring the competition off with our presence, hoping they could smell our talent from far away and it would scare them off"

"Rachel you didn't have a plan, did you?" Mercedes asks angrier than Artie.

"Well, I am not the only member of this club. It would be nice if I wasn't the only one fighting for a change" Rachel says in defense as she talks herself out of the situation. What just happened back with the Warblers became a little too much for me. I needed a break to clear my head before I can come back here and put on a straight face, pretending that the person I consider to be my best friend isn't on the opposing team.

I excuse myself from the others, lying about needing to go to the bathroom. I make my way through the crowded room and into a hallway leading away from all the commotion at the party.

I start walking through the hallway. The floors are shiny and the walls are covered with pictures of what must be Mr. Booster himself. At the end of the hallway there is door slightly ajar. I open it and behind it there is an office. I step in and clos the door, enjoying the silence.

In the office everything is made out of wood, the wall panel, the floors and the desk, everything is wood. In the other end of the room there is a window. I walk to it and look out at the beautiful landscape that would have been visible if the evening darkness wasn't be hiding it.

A tear falls down my cheek as I think about Blaine. I know he gave me small smile back there but a part of me is terrified that he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. With both of us being in different glee-clubs we are sworn enemies.

The door opens but I don't turn around and look at who is coming. I already know. He comes closer and closer until he finally puts a hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his hand spreads through the rest of my body.

"This isn't happening" I mumble and a few more tears fall down my cheeks.

"What do you mean?" He ask me slowly, his voice comforting me.

"Everything is so unfair" I turn around and stare into Blaine's eyes. He doesn't say anything. He only looks at me with his warm eyes and there is something in his expression that tells me he agrees with me. "When I finally make a friend there has to be something that tears us apart"

"That's not true, it seemed like you already have friends"

"But not what we have" I look down at the floor. This is the first time I reveal to Blaine just how much he means to me. I don't dare to see him in the eyes, the risk of him not feeling the same is to unbearable.

I feel him take my hand in his. His heat caressing my fingers and palm and it gives me the courage to slightly lift my head.

"Do you not want to be friends with me because of glee?" Blaine asks me. I can hear the hurt in his voice. I stare him in the eyes again and the hurt from his voice is mirrored in his eyes.

"I don't think we can" I say honestly. There is a moment when I think Blaine is going to start crying as his eyes starts to glimmer at their edges. "I want us to be friends but there is so much standing in the way"

"I know" Blaine finally says after taking a deep breath. The calmness he is displaying scared me. There is something about this moment that feels final to me. Like this is goodbye between us. We had our weeks of friendship but now it's over.

"Is this it then?" My voice is breaking. The only thing holding me together is Blaine's firm grip of my hands.

"It doesn't have to be" Blaine tightens his hold of my hands and I squeeze back. "We just have to continue being friends without anyone knowing it"

"Because if anyone finds out about it, we are screwed" I add.

"Before tonight there was a whole lot standing in our way, but now that we both are in different glee-clubs we can't risk anything" Blaine make sure I understand what he means.

"It was clear before that our clubs are enemies. Our glee-club is just getting started and if they find out I have been bonding with you, they would never forgive me" I think of how Rachel would react to Blaine and me being friends. It scares me just thinking about it.

"And I just joined the Warblers. If they know that we are friends I will probably be kicked out. I'm finally making friends and feel I belong somewhere. I don't want to lose it" Blaine sighs and lets go of my hand. He walks over to the window looking deep in thought.

"So you still want to be my friend?" I ask him and goes to stand beside him.

"Of course" he says and gives me a goofy grin making an tiny giggle escape from my lips.

"So we will go back out there and pretend as if we have never met" I observe him as he stands by the window still deep in thought and looking more gorgeous than ever as a small string of the moon light hits his face.

"We should make a deal though" he suddenly lets out. "We don't mention glee or anything that has to do with it when we are together. I don't want it to come between us. Ever."

"Okay" I agree with him. I take one last look at him, trying to remember the beautiful sight in front of me. With a deep sigh I aske him "Are you ready to get back to the party?"

"Not really" he mumbles "I much rather spend time with you here"

I want to spend time with him too. Spend time away from everything in a place where no one can hurt us. I want him all to myself and I know we could have that. It takes courage to ask him. But when the words leave my mouth I know that I have once spoken what I feel and what I want to do.

"Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

Blaine looks surprised and first I think he is going to say no. But quickly his expression changes.

"Where?"

"My dad is out of town and I have the whole place to myself. We could have our own party there?" It sounds more sexual than I intended it to be.

"I'll meet you outside in ten?" Blaine says his goofy grin replaced by a look that I had never before seen on his face. It heats up every fiber within in me.

Blaine…

I hurry across the room to find my fellow Warblers. I need an excuse so I can follow Kurt home. I have a hard time believing that Kurt is in glee as well. I know that it makes things between us more complicated but a part of me is happy that we share the same interest. It does explain why we have reached such a deep connection in a short amount of time.

It is easy to pick out the Dalton boys from the crowd. First off, we are the only group existing of only boys and secondly we are the only ones wearing the blue blazers with the red piping.

David and Wes are chatting away in the corner. From their gestures I can tell that they are in the middle of a heated discussion.

"Have you ever met a more annoying girl? Those clothes were a nightmare; she will never get a guy to marry her if she dresses like that?" David says to Wes and I immediately understand they were talking about Rachel.

"She will most likely end up alone. I bet she's not even talented. And that other girl who was all over me, was just as bad. If Minnie finds out about it she will go ballistic" Wes seems anxious at the thought of his girlfriend finding out about Kurt's friend proposition.

"I don't think we have to worry about them. It would be an easy match if we were up against them at regionals. I mean look at them" David gestures over to the New Directions at the other end of the room. I can see Kurt talking to a dark haired Asian looking girl and the girl who introduced herself as Rachel. They look concern as Kurt speaks to them. Then another girl comes up from behind him and gives him a hug. If I didn't know that Kurt is gay I would have mistaken the odd feeling in my stomach from the sight of the two for jealousy. Not that I have any right to be jealous at Kurt, we're just friends. Or so I have to tell myself over and over again. "They have absolutely no style, there is no group union and most of them look like they want to be somewhere else" I don't agree with David one bit. It can be that I only have eyes for Kurt and couldn't care less for the rest of them. Seeing Kurt with all of his grace and head held high knowing the struggles he goes through each day it's hard to imagine anyone with more style and talent. Facing the fear of standing on stage and singing in front of a crowd, even a hostile one, would be nothing compared to the fears he faces every day. I would know.

"You're right. We only have to worry about the crazy chicks and I'm sure none of them can sing" Wes laughs with amusement over how terrible he think the New Directions are.

"They are women. We can't expect to be nothing but crazy, right Blaine?" David asks me but I don't know what to say. Of course I think women are crazy. They lack so much and therefore I am into boys.

"Right. Completely crazy" I agree with him without him realizing just how true that is for me.

"Where did you go, man?" Wes asks me. I am surprised that they noticed my absence but I have no good excuse so I choose to ignore his question.

"I'm not feeling to well" I begin in my best attempt to get out of here. "So I am going to head home and rest" I don't wait for anyone to say anything. I turn around and start walking towards the exit and where Kurt is waiting. I think I managed my escape okay when I hear David shouting my name from behind. I stop right on the spot, slowly turning around facing them as they bust me on my bad lying.

"How will you get home?" David asks concerned and it is a relief it is a question I can easily lie my way out of.

"I called a cab that's right outside waiting for me. So I better hurry before it drives away" David nods and I know I was free to go.

Kurt…

After meeting Blaine outside the big mansion I drove the two of us home to my empty house. I have given Tina, Rachel and Mercedes a lame excuse existing of me having a headache. The three of them understood and Mercedes gave me a reassuring hug.

I open the door and let Blaine in and then I head in right after him. The house is dark and empty. This is supposed to be my first night sleeping alone in this house. The few times my dad had to go away before he always had my grandmother to come and stay with me.

I switch on the lights in the hall and then walk into the living room and do the same. Blaine comes strolling in behind me and takes a seat on the couch.

"Too bad we had to end the party early" Blaine says and observe me as I make sure everything is in order with the lights before taking a seat next to him on the coach.

"We'll just have our own party instead" I joke. Blaine don't pick on up on the joke though, and looks at me questioningly.

"Somehow I don't believe you are a partier"

"Are you saying I am boring?" I ask him half offended and half agreeing with him.

"No" he says and I can see him regretting saying anything in the first place.

"Then may I ask how many parties have you been to in your life?" I know that Blaine has had some kind of social life before he came out at his old school, but I don't know to what extent.

"If you count the endless of benefits and what my parents had in their social calendar and dragged me to, I never kept track on them" Blaine shakes his head, a sign of how misplaced he felt at those parties. I can't help but to laugh. He is so cute with the defeated look that is displayed in his face thinking of the parties the rich people throw every weekend. "But if you count the typical high school parties I have only been to three, none of them turned out to be great or even slightly good"

"Does that mean you have been drunk?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"I did drink at those parties but never enough to get drunk. I was so afraid that I would lose control and slip up" It is difficult to picture a drunk Blaine, he is always so on top of things that letting lose and feeling free would be extremely out of character for him. So I can see why he never drank enough to end up losing control. "Have you ever been drunk?"

"I thought we made it clear that my social life is a total bore and the opportunity never has arisen for me to, you know, expand my horizons" I say and wave his question off with my hand.

"Would you like to get drunk?" I look at him confused. What kind of an answerer do you give to that question? Blaine notices my hesitation and quickly elaborates "Feeling free and not having a care in the world. That seems appealing to me"

"And the headache and vomiting" I add and make myself more comfortable on the couch beside him. "I don't think it works like that. Forgetting is only temporary and it will just make everything worse the next day"

"I wasn't talking about forgetting" Blaine takes a deep sigh. "I was talking about having fun"

"Blaine" I say and turn over to look at him. "You don't have to drink to have fun. We can have fun and still be completely sober"

"You're right, Kurt" Blaine breaks our gaze and starts fixing something on his blazer that catches his interest in that moment. "I just want to enjoy life and try new things without fear of…" he doesn't end the sentence. I guess there is too much in life to fear and if you start counting them you may never stop.

This is just too sad; two teenage boys sitting around moping about life and wanting to just live for a second. Having the house to myself for the weekend makes this the perfect time to try new things. Experience the unknown here in life and expand your horizons.

"Wait here" I say quickly and get up from the couch. I make my way out to the kitchen and I can feel Blaine's stare on my back wondering what I am about to do. "I'll be back in a sec" I shout and look for the one thing that can lighten our mood tonight. I hesitate for a moment. What the hell? I mumble under my breath and return to the living room.

"What were you doing back there?" Blaine asks and then goes quiet as he sees me standing in the door to the living room holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Look what I found" a huge grin is plastered on my face. I hope to god my dad won't find out that I stole from his liquor cabinet but then he usually never drinks wine, just beer from the fridge.

"This is a bad idea" Blaine half mutters and half laughs. The tiny smile that takes its form on his lips lets me know that this isn't a bad idea at all. This might be the best idea I have had this evening or even in my life.

"We will not sit here and mope about living in fear" I say and start opening the bottle, a bit difficult but I do my best to look smooth in front of Blaine. "Tonight is the first night of the rest of our lives and we will do one thing that neither one of us has done before" I pour wine into the two glasses and hand one to Blaine.

"You mean get drunk" Blaine says and takes a sip of the wine. I see how all of his face cringe as he taste it. I hope it doesn't taste that bad. If it does I have to drink anyway. Tonight I will let loose.

"So, to trying new things" I raise my glass and look at Blaine. I take my seat next to him on the couch as he raises his glass in return.

"To trying new things" Blaine lets out in a cheerful voice. I take a sip of the wine and probably do an even worse face than Blaine. This stuff taste like shit. Hopefully it will get better within the next few sips or at least the next few glasses. I know fully understand why people get drunk, it must be the only way to suffer through drinking.

I take another sip. Then another. Then one more…

AN: I know it took me some time to upload this chapter and it will most likely take some time before the next one is up as well. I am super busy in life right now but with the summer approaching that will hopefully change.

Until then, please review the story and tell me what you think. I have a few paths that I am considering taking this story on and it would be helpful if I knew what you all want to read about…