Kurt chuckled as he let his teeth graze Sara's cheek. "I think your friend is looking for you."

"Hmm?" Sara murmured. Her brain felt like it was lying in a hammock of bliss. And she didn't want it to end.

Kurt kissed her forehead, and gently turned her face upwards.

Erin stared down at her with a look of absolute shock. Her eyes threatened to pop right out of her head. "Um, Sara. What are you doing?"

Sara wrapped her arms around Kurt's massive shoulders, pulling his head down against her chest. "What does it look like?" she said with a giggle.

Erin's face was unreadable. Then she spoke. "Do you want to be in there? Or were you coerced into it?" She turned her angry, blazing gaze to Kurt.

Kurt gave Erin a winning smile. "Still room in here for one more. Interested? I do love org--"

"OH EM GEE, don't even say that word," Erin hissed at him.

Kurt shrugged and started to nibble on Sara's ear again.

Sara tilted her face towards Kurt's. "Do you know how much that tickles?" she teased. Her words only encouraged him to softly bite down on her ear.

"Oww!" Sara said, cracking up. She gave his shoulder a playful swat.

Just then, her eyes met Bentley's. Holy ffffff! How long had he been standing there?????

She tried to focus on him. But it was hard when she was seeing three of his gorgeous faces, instead of only one.

"Let's go, Sara," Bentley said firmly. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked really, really, really, REALLY good in a tux.

Sara pointed her index finger at a Bentley she hoped was the real one. "You caaaan't telllllll meeeee what to doooo."

But she must have pointed to the wrong Bentley. Because his face instantly morphed from quietly sullen, to all-out rage.

"Sh*t's sake! She's F-ing TRASHED!" Bentley growled to Erin. He reached his hand out for Sara's. "Get out of the hot tub, NOW!"

Sara bit her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and opened them slowly. She glared at Bentley. "Make me," she snickered. She pulled Kurt up against her and kissed him on the lips.

Without warning, Sara felt strong arms encircle her waist from behind. A split second later, she was hauled out of the hot tub.

"OMGosh!" Sara shrieked.

Bentley flung her up into his arms. He cradled her cold, shaking body tightly against his hard chest. "You should leave, Kurt," Bentley spat. His eyes practically shot sparks of fire.

"Whoa, whoa, WHOA!" Kurt said, holding up his hands. "I was being a perfect gentleman. Now this behavior is a bit uncalled for. Don't you think, Prince?"

Bentley said something Sara couldn't hear.

She started to shake uncontrollably in the strong wind. She pushed her face up against his neck for warmth. She hadn't realized how good he smelled. It was a mix of some kind of exotic mountain spice and musky cinnamon. Sara tried in her languid state to memorize his scent.

"What's going on?" someone asked, near Bentley. It sounded like Trevor.

"Kurt's just leaving," Bentley snarled.

Trevor whistled. "Yo, Kurt. You better watch your back. You're in a bad place now, man." He clapped his hands, laughing.

Sara heard Kurt splash out of the water. "What the hell, Prince? You're acting like a friggin' little b*tch. What's with you? Sara and I were only messing around. Nothing serious."

Bentley ignored Kurt.

Sara could feel his anger practically pulsing out of him. His breath came out in ragged gasps as if he was trying as hard as possible to remain calm.

He turned his attention to Trevor and Erin. "You both should get on home. I'll see that she's taken care of."

Sara heard Erin suck in her breath. "That's super duper kind of you, Bentley."

Sara could practically hear Erin's pleasure at being able to address him directly to his face.

"But, really. Sara's my best friend. I'm perfectly capable of driv--"

"--I've got her!" Bentley snapped. He softened his tone. "Please...it's fine."

Erin sighed. Then she went over and gave Sara a peck on the head. "See you tomorrow, girly!" she said. And then Erin whispered into Sara's ear so that Bentley couldn't hear. "You lucky little piece of sh*t!!!"

Sara laughed. She leaned her head back to look for Erin, but her friend had disappeared.

Bentley cradled Sara carefully in his arms as he made his way towards the back of his house, away from the crowd and the music.

Holding Sara carefully with one hand, he used his other hand to reach behind a hedge.

Sara heard the click of a hidden lever. Then came the sound of many bricks sliding together.

A dark opening appeared on the side of the house.