"Well, this is it." Blaine sighed as they reached the correct address of the apartment. Behind the doors they could hear screaming and laughter above the blaring music.

"Then knock on the door!" Tina said impatiently.

"I want to take it all in." Blaine said calmly. "Our first college party!"

"Exactly. Our first college party. Which means we should enjoy every minute of it and get inside fast!" She said eagerly, placing her hand on the doorknob.

"Not so fast!" Blaine said sternly, grabbing her hand. "We need to go over a few ground rules."

"What are you, my father?" Tina snapped.

"I'm just being cautious! You never know what happens at college parties, they're crazy!" Blaine said seriously. "I think we should have a code word."

"A code word?" Tina repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah, like if one of us is in an uncomfortable situation, and needs a way out."

"And what kind of situation would this be?" Tina said, rolling her eyes.

"I don't know-like, maybe if some creepy guy is hitting on you! I know I'm gay, and you know I'm gay, but no one else does yet. So, you could yell the code word and I will come to your rescue and pretend to be your boyfriend and he'll back off." He explained, and then added lightly. "And I'm sure there will be a bunch of crazy girls hitting on me, so I'll probably have to use this word a lot."

"Mhmm-hmm." Tina said skeptically.

"Hey, this code will come in handy! You could also use it when you're bored out of your mind talking to someone and you want to be saved from an awful conversation." Blaine pointed out.

"Alright." Tina sighed, playing along. "And what do you suggest this code word be, on the RARE occasion that we need to use it?"

"How about 'Do you guys have any Breadsticks?'" Blaine suggested.

"That's a code phrase, not a code word." Tina said cheekily.

"Well, we can't be in the middle of a conversation and yell 'BREADSTICKS, BREADSTICKS!' because people would think we're insane. If you use a phrase it allows the other person to butt in the conversation." Blaine explained.

"Wait...but what if the other person doesn't hear you yell the code word?" Tina said nervously.

"Well, if you're so confident we won't need it, then we really should have nothing to worry about, right?" Blaine said, flashing her a smug smile before knocking on the door.

Bradley opened the door a few moments later. "Heeeeyyyyy...guys!" He said enthusiastically. He was clearly drunk. "What are your names again?"

Blaine and Tina introduced themselves, and Bradley responded with, "Cool cool cool! Go get a name tag, sign in, and join the parrr-tayyyy!"

"Here goes nothing." Blaine said bracingly before Bradley pulled them in.

It was like the Rachel Berry house party extravaganza of their sophomore year was on steroids. Like Sam had predicted, the apartment smelled strongly of beer. People were running around with all sorts of drink concoctions. Music was blasting loudly from the stereos. People were making out left and right. Others were dancing exuberantly. And still others were talking, laughing, flirting, making themselves a drink, or looking like complete drunken fools.

"Well..." Blaine let out a low whistle.

"Let's stick together, okay?" Tina said. Her confidence had vanished as she became overwhelmed with the ongoings of the party.

"Definitely." Blaine said instantly.

"Blaine!" Someone called. "Tina!"

"Kurt!" The duo said in unison, and eagerly tackled him with a hug, happy to see a familiar face.

"I thought you weren't coming!" Blaine exclaimed.

"I wasn't, but then you guys were so excited about it, and I thought, eh, it can't be that bad, right?" Kurt laughed, and then took a big gulp of his drink. "Try some of this!" He said happily, handing his drink to Blaine.

"What's in it?" Blaine asked suspiciously.

"Not exactly sure, but it's delicious!" He giggled.

Blaine looked expectantly at Tina, who gave him a skeptical eyebrow raise. Blaine shrugged before taking a sip. "Sweet merciful Lord, that's good!" Blaine exclaimed, finishing the rest in one gulp. "Come on!" He bellowed, completely energized, "Let's dance!" He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

"That's okay; I'm just FINE on my own!" Tina spat sarcastically, but Blaine didn't even hear her.

"HE comes up with a code word, HE complains I look to slutty, HE worries we're going to get in trouble but then HE runs off with his ex-boyfriend the second we get here." Tina grumbled to herself as she adjusted her dress on her way to the bar.

"Sounds like someone's having a bad night." The boy behind the bar said.

"You have no idea." She mumbled.

"Well, for the record, I don't think you look slutty." He said.

"Thanks." She smiled. "But I think you're lying."

"Slutty or not, you look hot." He winked.

"Is that supposed to be a line?" Tina scoffed.

"Depends...is it working?" He flashed a sexy smile.

This was the part where shy Tina Cohen-Chang said 'No, not really.' Or, 'Why would you be interested in me?' Or, 'I'm, sorry; I don't really know you that well.' Or, 'Yes, it's totally working, but I'm scared out of my mind to say anything.' Or, most accurately, shy Tina Cohen-Chang would run off before future embarrassment.

But that was shy Tina Cohen-Chang. High school Tina Cohen-Chang. Pre-diva Tina Cohen-Chang.

But now, Tina Cohen-Chang was in the sluttiest and sexiest dress she had ever worn. She was in college. She was at a college party. She was a new girl, and didn't have to do what the shy Tina would have done.

"I'm Tina." She said assertively with a flirty smile, holding out her hand.

"Brody." The sexy bartender said as he shook it.

Brody fixed Tina a drink, and they began to talk. Brody was attractive, charming and funny. He was a senior, and he was one of the heads of the Golden Gloves. Tina had no idea what he saw in her, but whether it was the dress or the alcohol, she was feeling confident.

"Come on, let's dance." She said when she heard one of her favorite songs, and she pulled him to the dance floor.

They were dancing close, face to face, his hands wrapped around her waist, rocking to the beat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Kurt and Blaine making out furiously on the dance floor; but while she was in Brody's arms, she could care less.

"Is that Tina and Brody Weston?" Kurt exclaimed in disbelief as soon as he and Blaine had parted to take a breath.

"Tina who?" Blaine said as if he was in a trance, eager to place his lips back on Kurt's.

"Not now." Kurt said suddenly, putting a hand to Blaine's lips. "Yes, that is BRODY WESTON AND TINA!"

"And that's a problem, why?" Blaine said impatiently. "It's about time the poor girl got some action."

"Blaine, that's Rachel's ex-boyfriend Brody!" Kurt reminded him.

"What a small world!" Blaine exclaimed sarcastically, then added seriously, "Now back to us."

"Blaine, that's Rachel's PROSTITUTE ex-boyfriend Brody!" Kurt screamed.

"Dear Lord. Only Tina." Blaine groaned. "Excuse me for a second." He said to Kurt then walked over to Tina and Brody, who were dancing uncomfortably close.

"Hey, Tina." Blaine said awkwardly.

"Hi, Blaine!" Tina giggled.

"Do you need any Breadsticks?" Blaine asked.

"What?"

"You know...Breadsticks?" He said with an obvious wink.

"OH, those breadsticks!" She laughed. "Nope! I'm good, as you can see."

"You sure?" He said uneasily.

"Yep!"

"Okay! Great!" He said brightly, and then ran back to Kurt. "She's fine!" He said quickly, and then planted his lips on Kurt's, and all thoughts of Brody and Tina were forgotten.