It's a Jungle in this building from the Window to the Wall

[revvthatferrari]

When: Saturday
Where: Ferrari's place
Who: Everyone!
Why: Par-tay!

Her parents had left the house as exactly eight O’ five, and by eight O’ seven, Ferrari had thrown on sweats, a sweatshirt and a beanie and by eight-ten, she was heading down the driveway in her Lime Green Viper to prepare for the day. There was a general rule around her house, and her

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[singslikeagirl]

Kurt arrived about an hour and a half late, because he wasn't just fashionable, but fashionable and fabulous. Wearing THIS after his (and Audrey's) first choice was met with a shoe-clashing tragic disaster, he pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head and surveyed the party scene.

Average, at best. But of course, he had only just arrived, so that was expected. There was also the fact that he was maybe already slightly drunk. With bottles of alcopop being passed around on the ride over here, Kurt just hadn't been able to resist the pink one. Or the two... or three. Maybe even four. It was at least a number he could count on one hand, which he had been using to keep track. Without even thinking, he grabbed a bottle of beer off the refreshment table with one hand and a jello shot with the other. Red jello = Hummel Approval. He downed it easily, already well off the wagon, so why not. Only, he nearly gagged when he realised his second option was common beer and quickly discarded in in favour of another pineapple soda mixed with vodka and Red Bull.

In hindsight, that would probably end up being a bad move.

[imthenewguy]

Sam was nervous as hell to be going to this party. He knew one person in the whole place. Kurt. Well, knew them properly. The rest? He vaguely knew a name here and there. But, he'd heard this was the place to be and so who was he to argue with school politics?

He wore smart jeans, and a white shirt, new sneakers and turned up at the door with a curious look about the place. He'd gotten a ride there from his father, who lectured him on behaviour the entire way there. So honestly, when Sam saw alcohol, a lightbulb went off.

Time to grow up.

So, looking at the refreshments, he tried to work out what best to drink. He went for the beer - that was meant to be a guys drink, right? - and took it with him to find someone to talk to whilst he drank. But then he saw a familiar - the only! - face and walked over, gesturing towards Kurt with his beer. "Hey, Kurt."

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt did a slight double-take, but only because it took a moment or two for his brain to catch up with his eyeballs. Sam. Their conversation in the cafeteria the other day came flooding back, and he would be lying if he didn't admit that it had been nice to have a conversation with a guy who didn't want to Slushie him or just automatically assumed Kurt wanted to dry hump him at first glance. In saying that, the white shirt really worked...

"Sam," he greeted him with a smile, taking a careful step in the other guy's direction. If he forethought his movements, the ground would stop that slightly tippy feeling it was starting to get. "You've decided to brave the depths of a McKinley high soirée. I would avoid any offers to play Spin the Bottle. I here herpes is rife this month." And for some reason, Kurt my have to claw the eyeballs out of anyone who wanted to go near Sam's lips. He blinked, wondering where that thought came from.

[imthenewguy]

"Yeah, thanks for the tip," he laughed quietly, taking a long drink from the beer before he pulled back, pulling a little face as he did so. "This stuff... you get used to it, right?" he'd not really drunk before. When it came to drinks at his old school, any kid caught with them ended up seriously punished. Sam had tried to avoid serious trouble at school; he'd had to focus too much on trying to keep his studies up to make sure he didn't fall behind.

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt looked at the beer disdainfully. "It's yeast," he offered and then looked at the drink in his hand for a moment. It had a straw in it, and it wasn't like he had anything as common as herpes. He had one sip so far, so it would be safe. He plucked the straw out of it and handed it over to Sam, taking the beer off him in turn. "Try that. If anyone asks, I'll tell them I blackmailed you into it.

He did keep a hold of the beer, though, in case Sam wanted it back, even if he was holding it between two fingers in case any of it got on him. How anyone could put that in their gastrointestinal tract was beyond him. It didn't matter if he was bred from one of the best beer drinkers in Lima. He picked up another fruity conconction from the nearby table, something purple this time and took a mouthful of it.

[imthenewguy]

He looked at the drink curiously and before he could say anything, his beer was gone and this fruity looking drink was handed to him. Worth a try, he figured. If Kurt liked it, at least if he didn't it wouldn't go to waste. So, he brought it to his lips for a sip.

It was good. Better than good, actually. And didn't leave an awful after taste like the beer did for him. "That's pretty good. Do we know what's in it?"

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt went to answer, but balked when he realised he had no damn clue what was in it. "Fruit?" he suggested with a laugh. "I think. Alcohol. There is alcohol in it," he added and flashed Sam a grin with a point that lowered to Sam's shirt. "Very good choice, by the way. White is your colour, even if it isn't really a colour."

Oh hell, Kurt. Shut up. You sound like a bigger idiot than Karofsky, he told himself silently. Managing to stifle the urge to wince, he spotted a fresh tray of jello shots just being brought out and approaching them. He caught two off the tray as it passed, a green and a red, and held them up. "Ever indulged, Sam?"

[imthenewguy]

He laughed quietly, shifting as he looked at Kurt. "Yeah, I guessed that too." He figured he'd just drink it and if he lost interest in the taste, so be it. If not, whatever this was? Was his drink for the night.

He looked down at his shirt then back at Kurt, surprised at his his cheeks lightly flushed at the compliment. "Thanks. I didn't really know what you're meant to wear somewhere like this so... went for my shirt."

He watched Kurt grab those jello shots and shook his head, looking curiously a he held a hand out for one from Kurt. "No, but first time for everything, right?"

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt now had two bottles clutched expertly in one hand, and two shot glasses in the other. There was no way he would win pin-up for AA that night, that's for sure. His tongue rested between his lips as he tried to work out how to juggle this. He offloaded the two shots to Sam and then set the bottles down on the mantal just behind Sam's head, reaching over him in the process. And he managed the whole thing without swaying too much, giving himself an internal round of applause.

"Better your shirt than someone else's, right? You've never been to a party before?" he asked curiously, taking the green jello shot from Sam. "You know, there is nothing to it. Just open your mouth and suck." Though, he made the mistake of taking the shot immediately after his direction and about two beats later, he realised exactly what he said and managed to almost asphyxiate himself on jello, leaning forward in an inelegant coughing fit.

[imthenewguy]

As Kurt reached over him Sam felt the oddest thing. The need to inhale sharply, and take in a calming breath. He'd never felt that before when close to another guy. But there was something about Kurt. He couldn't quite work out just what yet. Part of him was afraid to do so.

"No. My parents... didn't like the idea so much. I talked them round this time. Used my shoulder as an excuse. You know, being off the team, not getting to know more people. They felt bad for me," and so he could go. He raised an eyebrow and, the moment Kurt began to struggle, he was settling down his own shot glass and reaching out to pat Kurt's back. "Go down the wrong way?"

[singslikeagirl]

"Ah-huh--" Kurt coughed out before he managed to narrowly avoid swallowing a tonsil and regain his composure. His eyes were watering by the time he straightened up and he wiped them on the back of his wrist. Vodka really burned the sinuses. He lost his balance a little and made a rapid grab for Sam's forearm to remain upright.

"Your shoulder. I remember that," he said a little hoarsely. "Is it okay now?"

[imthenewguy]

"It's a little sore but, it's okay. Other arm," he replied, still concerned as he tried to help Kurt straighten up. He'd wait now until Kurt straightened up further and looked less likely to keel on back over, until he took his own jello shot.

Swallowing it, he blinked a few times as it slid down his throat, and let out a low 'huh' sound. "That's different."

[singslikeagirl]

Kurt found himself gazing at Sam's other shoulder. It looked like a very nice shoulder, even if it turned into two shoulder briefly and he had to blink to right it. Soon, without having a hope in hell of stopping it, a giggle-snort crept up and escaped, and Kurt put his fingers to his lips. But again, he pulled himself back into line. "Are you wearing Paco Rabanne?" he asked in awe, his hand still wrapped around Sam's forearm.

"You should have another," he told him and swallowed automatically when Sam did. "Me too." He got a hold of another shot without tipping it down his front and this time managed to take it without killing himself.

[imthenewguy]

"Uh yeah. Black XS. I got it as a birthday present," he replied with a surprised tone. But really, with a guy like Kurt that knew his stuff, he shouldn't have been so surprised.

He reached out for his - well, Kurt's - drink again to take a drink. Strange; because he never really drank, he wasn't sure what type of signs to look for. But he felt warmer. Or maybe that was just Kurt's hand on him.

[singslikeagirl]

Probably just about every other guy at McKinley would think Black XS was a bra style and cup size. A cup size they wouldn't want anything to do with. More like XXL. The only thing was, the cup size Kurt was interested in had nothing to do with bras. And his brain really, really wasn't going there right now. It couldn't. Not when he was increasing losing control of his basic sensory motions. If he asked Sam his cup size accidently, he would be forced drown himself in the toilet in mortification. Say something intelligent... he told himself. "Did you ever wonder why Snow White had seven little dudes living with her?" Oh hell.

Drink. Drink more. Fast. He grabbed his bottle and downed the purple beverage in one rapid motion. "Scratch that. I'm sure she just liked a fan club. Can't blame a girl, really."

[imthenewguy]

Kurt's question had him pausing before another mouthful of drink - almost gone - and he laughed, cheeks flushing as he shrugged. "I never did, no. Though I did wonder how her back didn't hurt living with them. You know, low ceilings, kneeling for hugs and stuff." Odd question deserved an answer of equal oddness, Sam figured. Yey for logic.

"Guess so. Nice to have a fan club."