Spencer was having a great time at Blaine’s party. He rarely went to parties that weren’t littered with overly aggressive football jocks and mean ass Cheerios, so letting loose with all the generally nice glee club kids was a fun break. He was hanging out in a large group when he overheard one of the girls say they needed a refill. “Leave it to me!” He shouted, grabbing the cup out of the girls hand and doing the worst backwards roll in the direction of the kitchen. In his attempt to get to his feet he found himself clinging to someone’s soft, soft vest to pull him up. He realized almost immediately it was the host himself and once he was securely back on his feet he threw an arm around Blaine, “Hey, I am on the most important mission right now. One of the lovely ladies here-” He’d already forgotten who, but that wasn’t important in this moment, “-Is out of drink. And I have taken it upon myself to refill it for her. Except…I do not remember where the kitchen is,” He stared at Blaine pleadingly, “Help?”
If you had told Blaine last summer that he would be throwing a party in a few months, one that people (including jocks and cheerleaders) would actually want to attend, there’s no way he would have believed you. Yet here he was, standing in the middle of the Andersons’ living room, surrounded by his fellow Glee club members who all seemed to be having a good time. They also seemed kind of tipsy, to say the least, and Blaine could feel he wasn’t exactly sober anymore either. He’d originally planned not to drink tonight, just so he could make sure things wouldn’t get out of hand, but as the night progressed he figured having one drink wouldn’t hurt. One drink became two and two became... well, more. When Spencer suddenly appeared out of nowhere, Blaine stumbled slightly in an attempt to regain his balance. He slipped an arm around the other boy’s waist, eyes widening slightly as Spencer told him about his mission. “Let me join you on your mission,” Blaine said, sounding as serious as if Spencer had just asked him to save the world. He took one last sip of his own drink, then placed it on the nearest surface and made a dramatic turn in the direction of the kitchen. “Follow me!” He led Spencer back into the hallway and into the kitchen, where the kitchen table was scattered with drinks. “I was gonna suggest getting her a Quinntini, but I just realised I didn’t make those, as Quinn isn’t here...”
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