I feel undeniably buzzed.

electricity is flowing from the spiked punch in my hand through my veins. the music is blasting loud, it's causing the gymnasium floor below my feet to shake. occasionally, I'm bumped around by other people dancing, but I don't mind. my head tingles, my throat feels light, my body is restless – I'm having the time of my life. best prom ever.

"hey party people," joan shouts over the music, shoving her way through the dance floor towards cindy, tommy, and I. kurt, ziggy, and nick are close behind her. we made sure we were exactly in the middle of the dance floor.

"joannie!" i let out a scream and pull her towards us. she jumps to the beat with me, laughing. I stumble backwards, and almost trip, but thankfully, kurt is standing behind me and catches me by my waist.

"wow, you are borderline wasted," he chuckles, holding me upright – back to chest.

I roll my eyes and smile, "you expected me to be sober at prom?"

my cheeks are rosy, and they feel slightly tingly. with everyone jumping around me and the flashing lights, it's getting hard to focus my eyes with the alcohol in my system. but my eyes are on him.

not breaking eye contact, he takes the drink from my hand and downs the rest of it, shaking his head and blinking at the sting of liquor in it.

"wow, that's strong. how many of these have you had?"

"four."

"your alcohol tolerance amazes me."

"practice makes perfect."

kurt smirks, throwing the empty plastic cup to the side. he let out a loud whoop while throwing his head back, taking my hand in his and spinning me around. the room is illuminated only by the flashing lights, yet I can see the glint in his eyes clearly

I finally take a look at the brunette in front of me. I don't know if it's the alcohol talking, or if I'm sober enough to think straight, but he looks fucking hot. it's as if michelangelo himself carved him out of marble. i've only seen him in a suit once or twice, but not like this. his black suit jacket is off, his tie loose around his neck, and his shirt hugs his body well. his hair is messy from running his hands through his hair, and his sleeves are rolled up slightly.

my eyes shamelessly rake over his body, and he knows it. he likes it.

chuckling, he slides his hands down to my waist, pulling me towards him. I sway my hips and grasp his forearms, which flex underneath my touch. we didn't notice that the others had made their way back to our table, completely out of sight.

"so who brought you tonight? who's the lucky boy?" kurt shouts over the music, pulling me out of the way of a drunk will goode practically humping sheila.

"I came alone, no lucky boy," I hum. "why be tied down to dancing with one boy when I can just dance with any boy I want?"

"well, I'm hoping now that I'm here, I'm the only boy you're planning on dancing with," he flirts.

wow, that drink affected him quick. he's always been confident in himself, and has had his fair share, if not more, of ladies, but he felt better in the moment.

tilting my head to the side, I lean in, "what about you? still with what's-her-name?"

"honestly, I don't even remember her name, and no. i'm in the same boat as you."

"great minds think alike."

my hands slide down his arms slowly as we move. kurt's chest rises as he pulls me closer.

my dress shows just enough to drive a boy crazy, and it's doing its job well. I can tell kurt's trying his best not to let his eyes wander, but it's getting hard for him to.

I arch my back, my curled hair falling over my shoulder. I felt kurt breathing a hint harder.

I don't know what came over me, but all of a sudden, I was getting dizzy. not the fainting headache kind, but the drunken happy kind.

my fingers crept up kurt's back. our eyes finally break from each other when kurt finally glances down at me. he shamelessly looks me up and down, which makes my smile grow. my fingers curl in his messy hair, tugging slightly. his cheeks flash crimson.

"you're playing a dangerous game," kurt whispers hoarsely.

tilting my head up, our faces inches apart, I smirk widely.

I may be intoxicated, but I'm thinking clearer than ever.

"well, I like games," I let my eyes drift down to his lips as our chests meet, our hips swaying together. "cause I always win."

kurt takes a deep breath.

oh boy.

idek what this one is. i had the idea, then said fuck it, lemme write it

who should I write next: sam fraser, olivia scott welch, nick goode, will goode, or fred hechinger? i have so many ideas!

- happy days <3