A/N: so this is my little take on the upcoming episode of Glee. There will be a second chapter, just so you know. This is probably the longest piece I've ever witten, with about 2300 words. Holy...

The drabbles will be back shortly, and there is an AU coming up that I'm still working on the storyline. So stay tuned, there's more to come soon!

DISCLAIMER: I have no affiliation with Glee. I don't know what's gonna happen, and if it happens like this, well, funny, but I have no rights to claim.

Kurt had been so happy when Rachel had called to invite him to her Party on Friday night. He had been even happier when she told him to bring Blaine along, "and no Uniforms, you guys need to get out of those for a change!" He couldn't agree more, he was seriously missing his regular clothes. And seeing Blaine in street clothes was still something he rarely had the pleasure of experiencing. Blaine was in no way as fashionable as himself, but he dresed decently, much better then most of New Directions, anyways.

And now they were sitting in Rachel's living room (her Dad's were gone for the night, celebrating their anniversary and therefore crashing at a hotel), chatting with his old teammates and sipping on wine coolers. He didn't know how Puck managed to get a hold of them, he figured he just went in an bought some, acting all confident and mature... and honestly, who would ID Puck? He could pass for going on thirty, if he tried.

But somehow, Kurt's happiness about being invited to the party although he technically wasn't a part of New Directions anymore - and Blaine being invited along, despite technically never having been a part of New Directions - was dampened by the memory of what had happened the last time he drank some alcohol. And the last thing he wanted to do was quote Disney and then puking oer someones shoes if his crush was present. Better yet, puking all over his crush, that would be the biggest disaster.
But as it looked, he didn*t need to worry. Blaine seemed to enjoy the wine coolers, getting more and more comfortable around the guys and girls of New Directions, breaking into song with Sam on several occasions, discussing abs with Tina, and throwing some bills at Brittany when she danced on the table.

Yes, it seemed like if one of the Dalton-boys was to puke, it was Blaine. Kurt had drank his wine coolers very slowly so noone would shove another one in his hands. now he almost regretted it, because Blaine was getting real friendly with Mike, complimenting him on his dancing at Sectionals, touching his arm in what Kurt would consider flirting... But maybe he was interpreting too much again? After all, Blaine didn't knowingly flirt with him earlier this year, and last year, despite Kurt telling himself that clearly Blaine must have subconscious feelings for one Kurt Hummel.

Several wine coolers later on Kurt's part, Rachel stood up wobbly, yelling across the room so everybody, even Artie and Brittany - who were making out in the far corner of the kitchen - could hear her: "So, who's up for a game of spin the bottle?" grabbing an empty bottle and putting it down on the floor. Immediately, almost all of New Directions gathered around, forming a nice circle... at least as nice as they could manage with the amount of alcohol rushing through their veins.

A lot of catcalling and fist pumping followed as Brittany had to kiss Mike (and both seemed to really enjoy it), Tina kissing Mercedes (oh, how the boys liked that) and Puck kissing Sam (Puck didn't seem to mind, he grinned all over his face while Sam pulled a face and declared loudly that he definitely didn't like kissing boys, he would stick to girls, proceeding to grab Santana who sat next to him and sticking his tongue down her throat). And Kurt enjoyed all of it, laughing as Puck pouted at Sam, asking how he could possibly not like being kissed by the Puckinator. And he laughed even harder when Rachel spun the bottle after kissing Sam (nothing spectacular there) and it ended up pointing at Blaine.
He seemed to be surprised at first, but then Rachel pulled him towards her, giggling, and Blaine enthusiastically returned the kiss. Without even noticing, Kurt's head tilted to the side, mirroring Rachel's movement as her lips crashed just below Blaine's, barely catching onto each other. Still, Blaine's hand found its way to the back of Rachel's head, and he adjusted their angle a little bit. Kurt's breath caught in his throat, Blaine seemed to be a really good kisser. If he had a lot of experience? But, no, he couldn't, he told Kurt he never had a boyfriend before. So it was all pure talent? And how would it feel to touch those full, soft lips with his own?

Yes, Kurt could not think of anything else but how it would be to kiss his best friend. But that ind of came with the package if you were in love with said best friend, right?
But thinking about kissing Blaine brought Kurt back to reality a bit, back to Rachel and Blaine STILL kissing over his lap, right in front of his eyes. Why the hell didn't he get to kiss Blaie like that?
"Oookay, I think we've seen enough" he tried to jokingly break it up, and to his surprise, it seemed to work. Rachel and Blaine both pulled back, smiling at each other and then giving Kurt an apologetic smile. "Sorry, got lost in thoughts for a while" Blaine laughed, prompting Rachel to giggle again.
"Oh, so my kisses don't leave you breathless and unable to think?" she pouted jokingly, making Blaine laugh again. Oh, how Kurt loved that sound.
"Nope, but that kind of isn't your fault, after all, you can't help being a girl" he stated, sipping on his wine cooler again. Damn, did he seem to enjoy them!

So now it was Blaine's turn to spin the bottle, and Kurt caught himself holding his breath and chanting "please let it be me" in his head. So yes, maybe he was a little obsessed with the thought of kissing Blaine right now, but he was drunk, and in love with that adorable dork next to him, and totally, totally still remembering how Rachel got kissed by Blaine, despite being a girl... How much more would Blaine be into it when he was kissing a guy? For whom he might have feelings for (something Kurt still really, really hoped for)

And just as he tried to tell himself not to get his hopes up too much, tehe bottle stopped spinning, and it pointed... towards him? Was this really happening? He had to kiss Blaine?
All of a sudden, Kurt was really nervous. True it wasn't his first kiss, that got taken care of a few months back... but it would be his first kiss with Blaine, and they were both drunk, and what if he didn't remember tomorrow? What if he would forget how awesome this kiss would be? Wouldn't he rather kiss Blaine in a much more romantic setting?

He looked at Blaine expectantly, hoping Blaine would have the same train of thoughts, but Blaine just grinned and scooted closer. "I'm gonna make this one really good" he promised with a whisper. He leaned closer, tilting his head, and Kurt found himself also leaning in, tilting his head in the other direction so their noses wouldn't hit.

Kurt could feel Blaine's breath on his lips, his eyes drifted shut...
and then they heard a gagging sound, and everyone turned their attention towards Tina, who just threw up into a potted plant, Mike circling her back soothingly.
After some commotion over the incident, Rachel had the great idea of the whole group singing Karaoke "to show our little Dalton guests what we can do... or something" and the kiss was all but forgotten.

And Kurt didn't really mind, Karaoke turned out to be a lot of fun. Even if Blaine sang a duet with Rachel and fell over when she pushed him over for interrupting her solo.
Kurt crawled over (yes, crawled, because he didn't trust his legs anymore) and sat down next to Blaine who had a giggle fit, still lying on the floor and not looking like he wanted to get up anytime soon.
"So, you're having fun?" Kurt murmured, leaning over Blaine's face and looking intently at him.
"Oh, yes... a lot... this is, like, the best party ever!" Blaine exclaimed, shifting so he would lie closer to Kurt. "Your friends are so much fun... and Sam is all kinds of hot, I mean, look at those abs!"
Kurt looked over at what Blaine pointed at, and sure enough Sam had lost his shirt by now, enjoying Santana and Brittany touching his toned muscles. Artie just sat next to him, enviously observing it all until Brittany sat down on his lap and started to play tonsil-hockey with him.
"Yeah, that's true... although I can't believe I actually thought he was gay... I guess my gaydar is really broken" Kurt joked, absent-mindedly stroking Blaine's soft curly hair. It felt incredible underneath his hands. "You know, I always wondered how it feels to run my hands through your hair" he quietly admitted while Rachel bowed up on th little stage under the meager applause of Mercedes and Quinn.
"Well, consider yourself lucky that I don't like to sleep with my hair gelled... I'm sure I'm not gonna be able to wash my hair tonight!" Blaine giggled, scooting even closer, now putting his head on Kurt's lap. "And it feels really nice... I mean, you touching my hair." Kurt blushed a little, although that could be because of the alcohol.
"Does it feel as good as kissing Rachel?" he asked, biting his lips after asking that. Damn his loose mouth when he was drunk!
But Blaine just looked at him questioningly. "Why do you think that was anything special? Didn't feel THAT good, to be honest... I mean, I'm into guys, how could I be into girls, right?"
"Well, there's bisexuality" Kurt answered, but he was cut of by a stern "No, there is no such thing."
"So, why were you both kissing so long then of it wasn't any good?" Why the hell did Kurt have to keep pushing the subject? Clearly, Blaine had SOME attraction to Rachel, why did he want to coax it out of him?
"Well, as I said, I was lost in thoughts" Blaine explained with a shrug.
"Yeah, sure... what about?"
"Well, I kept thinking how your lips taste like" Blaine's eyes were closed and his smile relaxed, but that changed when Kurt stopped stroking his hair, perplexed by the answer. "Hey, don't stop!" Blaine demanded.
Now, Kurt really couldn't get that kiss out of his head. Blaine wanted to know what his lips tasted like? He must have started hallucinating, there was no way this was real. Or maybe, Blaine just said it because he was drunk? drunk people often said things they didn't mean, right?

Somehow, the party continued on, despite several people almost passing out, all the couples making out, and Blaine getting sleepy from getting his hair caressed. It was 2 am before they remembered that New Directions had a performance the next morning, and that maybe they should all go home before Rachel's Dads got home the next morning.

That however was a little problem. Blaine was clearly too drunk to drive home, and Kurt was equally drunk, so he couldn't drive him either. In fact ALL of the kids were drunk out of their minds, evenTina who, despite having retched earlier, had kept drinking.
Sp when he and Blaine stood outside Rachel's house, their coats all buttoned in a very crooked manner and their scarfs just barely across their shoulders, Kurt had an idea. "So, what about crashing at my place?"
Blaine seemed taken by surprise, but then smiled happily. "Yeah, sounds great... I never was at your house, so it should be fun!"
Blaine's grin made Kurt's stomach make somersaults, and all doubt was thoroughly erased. Leaning against each other, they started to make their way to the Hummel-Hudson residence which was conveniently not too far from the Berry estate.

Fumbling with his keys, he and Blaine kept giggling, and all but stumbled into the hallway when Kurt finally got the door to open ("Oh wait, right, push, don't pull!"). Kurt turned to Blaine with a sincere expression and stage-whispered "Be quiet, or my father will hear us", breaking out into giggles when Blaine puffed his cheeks and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, don't wanna get in trouble with your old man" Blaine said out loud, only to bring up his finger to his mouth and shushing, either himself or Kurt, who could tell by now?

Both boys shrieked in surprise when all of a sudden, the lights turned on and on top of the stairs, Kurt could make out the figure of a man, who, when he squinted, kind of looked like his Dad clutching his shotgun. "Oh, hi Dad!" he grinned, giving Burt a silly wave. "Still awake at this time?"

Burt took in the sight of his son, clearly drunk out of his mind, and the boy he had brought with him. What for, that was a question he needed to investigate...