You knew it was time to get out and have some fun, so what better way to do it then go to a party instead of hosting a bunch of drunks to more beers than you knew they needed.

But customer's orders.

You put on your favorite skin-tight, purple dress. You tied your hair up in a messy bun, drew on some eyeliner, glued eyelashes on, and to top it all off, red lipstick.

You got in your small, black Toyota and headed to the house the party was being hosted at.

You finally arrived, the windows glowing with lights of different colors, and music blaring loudly from the inside.

You had a couple of drinks, you didn't know many people here anyway. The only ally you had really was your friend Jesse, and she had run off to go flirt or something along the lines of that.

You searched for some interesting body in the massive crowd. Until a man behind you asked you for your name.

"Y/N." you replied to the man. He had straight, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a little stubble. He was dressed in a grayish-purple shirt with holes in it and jeans.

"I'm Kurt," he replied with a small smile.

"so Kurt, you know anyone here?" you asked, trying to make conversation.

"Look, I'm not here to make friends and no."

You were taken aback from his first comment.

"I'm just here with my band and I'm trying to get our name out. That's all."

And for some reason, you understood. "oh, cool. Y'all are really good!"

"Really?" his eyes glowed.

"Yeah. It might be a little heavy for some, but I like it." you smiled.

He laughed, "Cool!"

And soon enough you found yourself backstage- more like in the kitchen- with him.

"You're really cute Y/N."

You blushed, "Am not."

He looked at you sympathetically, "are too. C'mon, look at me."

You did as he asked, and y'all were making out soon enough.

"uh, Kurt-" his bandmate came in. "Come on, we start in 30 seconds."

"I'll see you after the show Y/N!"