Parties were never fun to begin with; the screaming was enough to make ears bleed , the trashy music was either constantly saying slurs or spitting out white girl music , and the alcohol resulted in every lone person getting hit on.

The heathers , deciding to be assholes , decided to lock you and a very drunk Ram and Kurt into one of the rooms. It was too dark for you to tell if you were in a bathroom or a closet - and you couldn’t move because two drunk morons were leaning into you for support.

Kurt spoke first , burping as he covered his mouth with a trashed football jersey,

“ I was just trying to take a shi— “

Ram fell over , comedically , pulling the other down with him. The two now realized they had a third party and grinned.

“ And who’s the pretty—…shit..I cant see without lights are you a man or a woman..? “

Kurt took a moment to realize what Ram was trying to do and decided to respond by adding,

“ Does it matter? “

Ram proceeded to smack the back of Kurt’s head , silencing him with a small grumble of a complaint from an already horrid headache. Ram’s attention now fully on you.