Klaus had followed his sister up to the house where he, being the gentleman he often could be, held the door for the other two boys before going inside himself. It was awfully strange of him, but everyone in school probably knew that he didn't exactly act normal. He was still popular though, so that had to mean something. Perhaps they were just interested in his looks, or the fact that he could be captain of a sport. Thinking about it just made his head hurt- no one could ever just make sense anymore. Especially girls, if he hadn't had seventeen years of his sister to deal with, everyone of them in school would probably hate him now. Maybe that was why he preferred men, because they weren't so complicated. At least not to him, he was one of them!
After he got each of the others a drink, they settled down on the bar to study. Jesse had apparently gotten another D, which made him both sorry and a tad bit excited. As long as Jesse kept getting grades like these, Klaus would never have a reason to stop tutoring him. At the same time though, he knew that the other boy should have been improving by now. Just because he wanted to spend time with Jesse, it didn't mean he would botch up his own teaching. And it made him feel bad to think, just think! that perhaps Jesse was failing for the same reason Klaus had offered to tutor him- perhaps he just wanted to spend time with him.
Six hours and four beers later, Klaus found himself stumbling over towards Jesse and latching onto the boys arm. "Come dance, Jesse." It seemed that even he could get somewhat drunk, because he was beginning to feel that buzz that usually came side by side with a terrible hangover the next day. Even his words were a bit slurred, or at least Jesse's name had been. The only excuse he could think of was to blame the other boy- it wasn't his fault that he had all those stupid s's in there!
That night, I was hardly drunk at all. But I thought that maybe if I acted at least a little bit drunk, I could use it as an excuse to dance with Jesse. If he freaked out, I could blame it on the fact that I was drunk... And then run up to my room and cry for the rest of the night. It wasn't the best plan, considering it was made up while I was actually a bit drunk. But at the time it had made perfect sense, and I sort of just figured, why not just roll with it? Definitely not my best idea, and I probably should have just gone back upstairs.
He didn't even wait for a proper answer, just sort of started trying to tug Jesse along with him and towards the middle of the living room, where everyone seemed to be dancing. A few moments ago he began having that craving again, the desire to go and steal the meat from the kitchen. And it was actually beginning to seem like a good idea, which was a very bad thing. Buzzed Klaus was not someone you wanted to leave without supervision, he'd probably end up wanting to swim and jump off a bridge instead. To try and distract himself, he was just keeping his focus on Jesse.