Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Work of fiction. All that jazz.
A/N: Oh my. I feel quite sad that this wonderful adventure must come to an end. It's been lovely, and all the alerts, favorites, and reviews are RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING! We've reached 36 favorites, 96 alerts, 40 reviews, and around 6,000 hits. That's a total record, so I thank you. You're all completely wonderful.
Also, guess who got MVP in the NBA? That's right bitches, KOBE EFFING BRYANT! YEAH!
Sorry for that rant. I'm a huge LA Lakers fan, and I'm just ridiculously excited about that. I really hope he breaks that record next season. It'd be totally awesome.
Anyway, on to the conclusion of the most popular (and longest) story I've written, Girl's Night In At Dalton.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Kurt rubbed the sleep from his eyes and went to slam his hand down on his beside alarm clock, only to come in contact with something soft.
"Ouch! What the hell, Hummel?" A voice sleepily demanded from Kurt's side. He blearily glanced around and realized he wasn't in bed. He was on the floor. Surrounded by, like, ten people. And Blaine. The events from last night flooded back into his mind and he jumped up. There was still an incessant beeping from somewhere in his room, and he couldn't figure out where the hell it was coming from.
"Wake up, kids." He yelled, lightly kicking and patting the sleeping teenagers sprawled across his floor.
"Geez, Kurt. Settle down, it's Saturday." Andrew hoarsely muttered, pulling his pillow over his head.
"Someone's phone is beeping." Kurt frantically said, grabbing the pillow and throwing it across the room. Andrew groaned.
"Who cares?" Quinn asked, sitting up.
"I do!" Kurt screeched, and Quinn winced. "It could be really important!" He began digging through duffel bags and purses.
"It's like, seven in the morning. They can wait." Quinn explained before collapsing back onto her sleeping bag, earning a moan from David who had passed out on the end of it.
"Exactly! Who calls at seven on a Saturday unless it's completely dire?" He continued his search.
"I think he's lost it." Wes mumbled.
"Sleep deprivation is not a pretty color on you." Rhett smirked. Kurt threw a glare over his shoulder before unceremoniously collapsing onto his bed. Wes shot a knowing look to David, who nodded sleepily before rolling over and standing.
"Alright everyone, beauty-sleep over. Get your lazy asses up. I'm makin' waffles!" Suddenly, there was a loud commotion as everyone quickly shot off the floor, eyeing David hungrily. He laughed.
"You know I was joking, right?" He asked, still lightly chuckling.
"Damn it David! I got up and everything!" Mercedes yelled, but there was an amused tone to it.
"Sorry. You all had to get up somehow." He shrugged at Wes, who gave him a smile and a thumbs up.
"So what shenanigans are we going to do today?" Rhett asked.
"No shenanigans today, Rhett. We gotta take the girls home." Kurt mumbled from his bed. "Speaking of that, I should do a head count. Make sure no one wandered off in the middle of the night." He pulled himself off the bed and began counting the teenagers around the room.
"Huh. Only eleven, counting myself," Kurt frowned, looking around again. "Who's missing?" Everyone looked around, confused.
"Alright. Roll call." Kurt declared. He picked up a clipboard.
"You made a list of everyone here?" Tina snorted.
"Just in case something exactly like this happened." He shot back.
"I think that's a great idea. Good planning, Kurt." Rachel gave Kurt a reassuring smile. He weakly returned it.
"Here." The small Asian raised her hand. Kurt checked her name off.
"Still fabulous, white boy." Mercedes waved her hand in the air.
"You best not call me Satan, Porcelain." The Latina sneered from her seat.
"I'll remember that." Kurt dryly responded, checking her name off the list. "Wes and David?"
"We're grouped together?" They asked together.
Kurt smiled. "Of course. You're practically dating. Quinn?"
"Ugh. Here." The blonde cheerleader said before slamming her face back down into her pillow.
"Someone's not a morning person." Tina mumbled, earning some snickers from Santana and Brittany.
Rachel flashed a dazzling smile. "Present!" She declared.
Kurt smiled tiredly back. "Rhett?"
"Here! Can we get pancakes now?" He looked at Kurt with a childlike gleam in his eyes. Kurt patted his friend's hand.
"In a second. Britt?"
"Right here Kurtie!"
"Great, boo. Andrew?" The blue-eyed boy removed the blanket from his head for a moment to shout his answer.
"Blaine?" Kurt looked around the room. He waited for a response, but got none. Everyone glanced at one-another, worry seeping into their minds.
"Blaine?" Kurt called again. No response. "Oh shit. Man search!" Kurt yelled, and began tearing through the pile of pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags that were piled on the floor. Everyone immediately jumped into action, searching the room. David and Wes left to look down in the cafeteria, thinking maybe he left to get breakfast. Andrew went to look in his dorm, perhaps Blaine had slept walked there in the middle of the night. The search lasted for a few minutes before Rhett climbed off the floor and cleared his throat. Everyone stopped and turned to stare at him. He shrugged and pointed under Kurt's bed.
"Found him." Kurt got down on his knees and peeked under the twin bed. Sure enough, Blaine was hunched over, cuddling a pillow to his chest. Kurt crawled so he faced his boyfriend.
"Blaine, baby. Wake up." He snaked his arm around to gently shake the short boy. He squeezed his eyes and moaned softly.
"Five more minutes." He mumbled, burying his face into the pillow, much like Quinn had done.
"Blaine. You gotta wake up." Blaine scrunched his nose up, but he slowly blinked and opened his eyes. Once they had adjusted, he frowned.
"Where am I?" He asked, surveying his surroundings.
"Under my bed." Kurt replied, offering him a hand. Blaine took it and let Kurt pull him out from under the bed. "He likes to sleep in tight places." Kurt explained to the shocked expressions of his friends. Santana smirked.
"Wanky." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You know what I meant." She smiled and nodded. Wes and David burst into the room, breathless and carrying muffins. David threw the muffins down onto the beanbag chair.
"We gotta go! Morning rounds are being made in, like, ten seconds!" Wes sputtered, slamming the door shut.
"Oh shit." Kurt shrieked. "Everyone throw your stuff in bags, who cares who's it is. Don't even change. We have to get to my car!" Everyone began cramming clothes and blankets into various bags, and Kurt grabbed his keys. When the room was relatively clean, he threw the door open a crack and stuck his head out, looking for the dorm prefect. Someone ran down the hall at him. Kurt screamed and threw the door shut, only to have it almost busted down by a loud knocking. Everyone exchanged fearful glances.
"Who is it?" Brittany cried cheerfully. Santana's eyes grew wide and she clamped a hand down over her mouth.
"It's Andrew! Open the damn door!" A muffled voice yelled from the other side. There was a collective sigh of relief, and Mercedes opened the door and dragged him in by his shirt collar.
"Damn, white boy. You scared us!" She yelled. He smiled sheepishly at her, and she returned it fully. "Your bed-head is pretty cute though." She whispered in his ear. His hands flew to his hair, trying to flatten the spiky mess.
"Blaine's is better." He laughed, pointing at the curly monster that was attacking Blaine's head. Blaine blushed, and ran his hands through his hair.
"Don't worry. I like it." Kurt assured him, patting his arm. "Now Andrew and Rhett, do you think you can provide a little… distraction while we sneak six girls out of a full dorm building?" Andrew and Rhett exchanged a glance before both turning to Kurt, smiling devilishly.
"I don't trust them." Blaine stated, looking out the window of Kurt's Navigator.
"I don't either. But we didn't get caught, so that's good!" Kurt smiled at the girls, Wes, and David that were packed into his car. They smiled brightly back.
Blaine sighed. "Yeah, but they were supposed to meet us out here ten minutes ago."
"They're fine. Rhett probably got distracted." Blaine considered it for a while, and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. And nothing's on fire yet, so that's good." Blaine mused, drawing a smiley face on the fogged up window.
"Oh crap. Run Rhett!"
"Get back here!"
"Sorry, we have other matters to attend to!"
"You had girls in here and didn't tell us?"
"Sorry guys. Look Andy, a door! GO!"
Ten more minutes passed, without a sign of Rhett or Andrew. Suddenly, Brittany pointed out the window.
"There they are!" She cried. Kurt turned to look out the window. There were Andrew and Rhett. Running down the stairs of the building, a mob of students fast on their heels.
"Prepare for a quick getaway, gang!" Kurt yelled, putting the car into drive. He pulled out of the driveway and pulled up to the curb near the entrance. David threw the door open, and Rhett and Andrew dove in. Kurt quickly peeled out of there, leaving a panting group of boys standing confused on the sidewalk.
"Ouch Rhett, get off of me!" Quinn yelled, pushing the tall boy onto the ground.
"Geez guys, next time- don't jump on us!" Wes whined.
"Sorry." Andew answered dryly. "Next time I'm running away from a group of curios hormonal teenaged boys who just found out we had girls here, and I'm forced to jump into a SUV, I'll try to do it more gracefully." He spat out. Wes held his hands up in mock surrender at the angry junior.
"Cool your jets, guys. We're almost there." Blaine turned around in his seat to face the struggling group of teenagers.
"Where are we going?" Brittany cocked her head to the side, and ended up banging it on Santana's.
"We're gonna get breakfast." Kurt chirped happily. "And then we're taking you guys home." He smiled at his friends in the rearview mirror. He noticed how packed in they were.
"Did we really think everyone was going to fit in here? Gosh, we're dumb." He looked at Blaine, who shrugged.
"Where are we going for breakfast?" Tina asked from her spot squished between the window and Quinn in the way back.
"IHOP." Kurt answered. Rhett began to bounce excitedly again.
"Yes!" He declared, fist pumping the air. "IHOP is, like, my favorite restaurant." He explained. Kurt looked in the rearview mirror again to see eight people roll their eyes.
"Me too!" Brittany cried, high fiving him over Santana and Wes, who were awkwardly slammed together. Kurt chuckled and pulled into the parking lot. There were a few shouts and groans as the piled out of the vehicle, but the protests were quickly replaced by excited chatter as they walked into the mostly empty restaurant.
Kurt calmly smiled at the waitress, who eyed them wearily as they loudly walked in the room.
"Table for twelve please."
"Well, thanks for coming." Kurt yelled out the window at Mercedes, who smiled and waved from her front porch.
"One second." Andrew said, and hopped out of the car. He ran over to Mercedes and handed her a slip of paper. She giggled and pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek. He blushed and bid her a goodbye before running back to the car.
"What'd you give her?" David questioned.
"My number." He answered, still smiling goofily.
"Bye Brittany!" The car chorused as the bubbly blonde exited the car, grabbing a duffle bag. Kurt got out and hugged her before she ran off into her house. Kurt returned to the car. Santana shook her head.
"She took my bag."
"See you later Quinn!" Kurt cried. She smiled back and grabbed her Cheerios bag from the trunk. Andrew stuck his head out the window.
"You're not that much of a frigid bitch after all!" He called, and she glared back. He smiled again before rolling the window back up.
"And make sure you let Mike know how much you love him!" Kurt whispered in Tina's ear as they embraced. She pulled back and blushed.
"Make sure you let Blaine know the same." She quietly said before kissing his cheek and walking into her house. He smiled and glanced back at his boyfriend, who was lazily drumming the dashboard with his fingertips. Blaine noticed his staring and grinned cheekily at him. Kurt laughed and walked towards his vehicle.
"Rachel, I hope everything goes okay with you and Finn." Blaine said while helping the petite brunette get her bags from the back.
"Thanks Blaine." She said, holding her hand out for him to shake. He chuckled and pulled her in for a hug.
"I'm a hugger." He explained.
"Kurt is too." She whispered into his ear.
"I know." Blaine whispered back, smirking slightly.
"So…" Wes said, placing his hands in his pockets awkwardly.
"So." Santana replied. Wes sighed.
"So can I call you sometime?" He finally stuttered, eyes glued to the ground. She let out a short laugh.
"Of course." She said, reaching to grab the front of his shirt. He stopped her hand. She looked up, confused. He smiled and bent down to capture her lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.
"It was my turn." He airily laughed. She blushed, which was something Santana Lopez did not do.
"Whatever, Prep-school." She chuckled and slid her hand into his back pocket, leaving a slip of paper with her phone number scrawled on it behind.
"So what do we do now?" Rhett asked, as they had dropped the last of the girls off at their houses.
"We go back to Dalton and face the hormonal guys you left behind." Wes said as he re-buckled his seatbelt. Andrew winced.
"It'll be alright," Blaine said, taking Kurt's free hand. "We're gonna be legends anyway." He laughed, and the rest of the guys seated in the back joined in. Kurt looked wary as he pulled into the Dalton parking lot.
"Hummel and Anderson snuck in, like, seven girls."
"I heard it was six."
"Whatever. Turns out, they spent the night in their room."
"Yeah, Wes, David, Andrew, and Rhett were in there too."
"I know! And no one even suspected a thing!"
"I thought I heard some girlish shrieking, but I just thought they had thrown Kurt in the pool again."
"Nah, Charles says he talked to Kurt and Blaine last night. They were playing hide and seek or something."
"That's so badass!"
"I know! And they were from New Directions too!"
"That Glee Club we tied with?"
"Yeah! Turns out, Kurt went there!"
"So they were spying?"
"I don't think Blaine's that stupid. Wes and David are on the Warbler's council for Christ's sake!"
"Its still badass."
"Hell yeah. They're going down in history."
"History of badassedness."
Kurt surveyed the room wearily before groaning. Blaine looked up from his book, sliding his glasses down his nose. They were back in Kurt's room, and it was about four in the afternoon.
"What's up, babe?" He asked, concern in his tone. Kurt groaned again.
"I never found that damn phone!"
A/N: So, this is it. The end to a great adventure. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it. I want to thank you all again for the reviews, alerts, favorites, and wonderful praise I've received. It's amazing!
I'm thinking I need to continue this in a sequel somehow. Something involving Andrew and Rhett. I've kind of fallen in love with them! What do you guys think?
EDIT: I have posted the sequel, Boy's Night In in Lima. It should be up shortly, so if you wanna check it out that'd be cool! Thanks!