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Chapter 4

Because of the beauty of the late afternoon, as well as how close the restaurant was, Kurt and Blaine had decided to leave their cars behind when they'd left for the restaurant. They strolled down the sidewalk in the fading light, guided by streetlights and the gold of a darkening sunset. Newly born stars seemed to wink in greeting, and Kurt mentally congratulated himself on the idea, even if it came directly from one of the cheesy pulp fiction romance novels under his bed.

Slowly they came across a small rose bush just off the path, the petals glistening what dew. Blaine smiled and leaned down to pluck one out, gasping when a small thorn cut into his finger. "Well that sufficiently ruined the moment." Blaine muttered, fighting the urge to poke his tongue out when Kurt laughed.

Grabbing Kurt's arm to stop him in his tracks Blaine got down on a knee, threatically presenting Kurt with the rose.

"I never took you for the cheesy type." Kurt teased, although a small smile was tugging at his lips as he took the flower.

" I believe your a fan of romance." Blaine retorted, flashing a charming smile to the boy above him, the light of the sky tinging his hair with its gold so that it almost matched his hazel eyes.

Kurt held the rose in his gloved hands and sniffed the gorgeous scent, which reminded him of his mother's perfume in a bittersweet way. Placing it carefully in his jacket pocket Kurt held out two hands. "Come 'ere" He said quietly.

Blaine took Kurt's hands, and they stod there holding each other for a moment under the streetlight before they carried on their way.

"I can definitely make the red of the rose work with this outfit." Kurt stated, putting a finger against a petal of the flower in his pocket and adopting the pose.

"Absolutely." Blaine agreed. "Now what was that about the house being all ours?"

The next day Blaine and Kurt arrived at Santana's doorstep fashionably late, fashionable being the key word in Kurt's case. He was shuffling his feet in agitation, still worried and unsure where he stood with Kurt's friends. He was the new guy, a member of their competition, and it made him nervous beyond belief even though he'd known them all for a while now. All he had to do was look at Kurt to be distracted, marvelling at how perfect his hair managed to look every second, how his dark deep purple skinny jeans seem to cling to him deliciously, it was all he needed to feel more comfortable as Santana threw open the door.

"Hey boys. Sex and rock n roll are in the next room over." Santana informed them, moving aside to let them through.

"I thought this was a party?" Blaine asked in confusion.

Santana shrugged. "Same thing."

Their ears ringing with the music already resounding through the house, Kurt and Blaine walked in, peeling off their jackets as they went.

Finn had arrived with Kurt and Blaine but was held up locking up the car, heading up Santana's front steps after them.

"Finny Hudson." Santana said in a low growl, grinning as he came to the door.

"Hey." Finn called back, raising an unopened can of burbon to her as a strange form of salute.

"Maybe you should hold back on that a little bit. You'll definitely want to remember what's going on in there." Santana told him, taking his can out of his hands and giving him a small wink as he escaped to the confines of the house.

Inside Finn tracked down Puck, who was currently pouring a flask of something into the punch. Santana, who was welcoming Brittany with a hug and Artie with a stony hello, hadn't noticed a thing.

"Santana just encouraged me not to drink."

"Dude thats bad." Puck said in shock. "Maybe she's sick or something."

"I don't know but it kind of freaked me out." Finn confessed.

Once Brittany joined the group things began to deteriorate rather rapidly. Sam had somehow managed to get his hands on Blaine's pink sunglasses, which were hanging off his face at an odd angle while he threw out Terminator impressions in the direction anyone who would listen. Kurt and Blaine had found a corner and were dancing wildly to the beat of their own music, Kurt waving his arms and shaking his hips while Blaine thrashed his head in every direction, beginning to feel the effect of the drinks he had chugged down.

"You're so awesome!" Blaine yelled over the music, a goofy drunken grin spreading across his face as he took another sip at his cup.

"That's what they tell me!" Kurt yelled back, putting his hands on his hips and wriggling them.

Blaine giggled and threw his arm around Kurt. "So beautiful and stylish..." he growled, leaning closer to the boy at his side. "I totally love you man!" Blaine confessed.

"I know." Kurt told him, placing his hands lightly on Blaine's hips and swaying with him in an odd dance, leading him over the couch before gently pushing him into it. Grabbing his own cup (of coke) Kurt fell into a spot beside Blaine, crossing one leg over the other and sipping at his drink.

Blaine wriggled closer to Kurt on the couch, wrapping his arms around him in a cuddle. Kurt shoved his cup down on the nearest bench and tried to break free of Blaine's hold, but he was surprisingly strong for a guy so drunk.

"Oh my god Kurt would you just let me snuggle you?" Blaine moaned in protest, nuzzling the side of Kurt's face with his cheek before burying his head in Kurt's chest. Smiling down at the boy below him, Kurt relaxed and settled down into the couch, slowly stroking Blaine's hair

Quinn, having learnt from her hangover at Rachel's party, was drinking a little slower than usual, and as a result her drunken anger hadn't set in it. "They're so sweet." She gushed

Santana scoffed, shoving a cup into Quinn's hand "Oh please i'm puking freaking Klainebows over here, they're sickening."

Feeling Kurt's hands on his locks Blaine looked up at him with puppy eyes, nuzzling his chest one more time before sitting up a bit and kissing him. Kurt was slightly taken aback but returned the kiss with enthusiasm, until it quickly escalated into making out.

Unfortunately for Finn he chose that moment to glance over at the couch, and was greeted with the

"Whoa what are you doing!" Finn called over to them, fighting the temptation to cover his eyes.

"Making out." Blaine slurred, returning to his attack on Kurt's lips.

Finn's face scrunched up in horror "Dude thats my brother!"

"Mhm." Blaine mumbled again against Kurt's lips, putting his hands behind the back of his head until Kurt emerged for air. "Hey Finn? He asked, trying ignore Blaine's nuzzling.

"Yeah?" Finn asked, sipping at his punch.

"Shut up." Kurt told him, leaning back into Blaine's lips while Finn walked off, covering his eyes in his hands and almost walking into Quinn, who held out a hand to steady him.

"Geez just walk into me why don't you?" She shot at him, taking another gulp from the drink in her hand as left to annoy Rachel, who was eyeing the stage with a gleam in her eye.

Brittany was hanging by her legs from a bar embedded into the wall of Santana's lounge, wearing nothing but her shorts and a black and pink pokadot bra. It seemed an odd addition to the house, but Santana had ways to bully her parents into giving her her way. The bar was a perfect instrument for practicing for Santana to enhance her flexibility for dance and cheerleading routines. When they had still been on the cheerios Brit had spent hours hitting the bar with Santana, strengthening their muscles and making sure they had the latest insane routine Coach Sylvester had concoted nailed before the next practice.

Blaine spotted Brittany on the bar and started waving at her frantically. "Hi Brittany!"

Brittany stopped swinging for a moment, her eyes widening at Blaine's words. "DOLPHIN!" She screamed, dropping off the bar and running over to him, tackling him to the ground.

Kurt winced as they hit the ground. Ouch he thought, even though neither Blaine nor Brittany seemed to mind, as they were laughing their heads off on the ground. Kurt plastered on a smile on his face and tapped his foot to the music, waiting patiently for Brittany to get off from on top of his boyfriend. After several moments he gave up

"Brittany, are you straddling my man?"

"Totally." Brittany replied, pushing her hair out of her eyes as Kurt leaned down and pulled her off Blaine, lightly pushing her towards Artie.

Santana looked on with jealousy and annoyance as Brittany settled on Artie's lap, before deciding to spice the night up a little. "Truth or dare losers!" She announced, picking a bottle up off the counter and chugging it down to use in the game.

The others cheered in agreement, and settled down on the floor in what looked more like a oval than a circle.

"The first spin is all mine." Santana informed them, placing the bottle in the center and spinning it. It landed with the open end facing Finn, who was sitting next to Quinn. Perfect Santana thought.

"I dare you to kiss me Hudson." She ordered, puckering her lips in invitation.

Finn giggled in drunken goofiness, leaning forward and kissing her amid hollars and whoops from the crowd.

Santana pressed her lips tight against and moved them as if she was painting them, spreading her lipstick across until they would gleam scarlet. Smirking against his lips she pulled a small pair of stick on earrings from her jacket pocket, moving her fingers to his ears and stroking them to mask the fact that she was sticking them on. That was the point she noticed the death glare Quinn was aiming at her, and pulled away from him. Looking directly at Kurt she flashed all ten of her fingers at him twice, reminding him of the $20 she would be having soon. Kurt simply rolled his eyes as if to say not happening

Sam was still looking between Finn and Santana. "So would they be Sin?" He began to ask, but nobody answered his question.

Kurt dived forward to take the bottle next, wanting to have some fun with this game. He eyed Blaine beside him and twisted the bottle forcefully, and as he hoped it spun in almost a complete 360, landing on Blaine. "I have the perfect dare." Kurt declared eagerly. "Blaine Anderson. I dare you to wash that gel out of your hair."

Even the most drunken of the party attendees looked up in curiosity while Blaine seemed to recover some of his senses due to his horror

"No way!" He protested, and was about to reach for a shot of tequila as the penalty for refusing a dare before Santana took it and downed it herself. "Hit the sink Warbler." She slurred.

Blaine sighed and stood up, stumbling towards the bathroom while the game continued.

"My turn now!" Brittany said excitedly, spinning the bottle and watching as it landed on Finn once again.

The others laughed at Finn's misfortune, while Puck slapped his friend on the back playfully. "Looks like its just not your night aye dude?"

Brittany was about to open her mouth and ask for a truth before Santana leaned over and whispered in her ear, changing her mind.

"Finn I dare you to wear my top, because you'd so look hot in it." Brittany told him, while Santana reached over and grabbed Brittany's pink top, which was draped across a chair.

The others started cackling once again, Mercedes and Tina clutching their chests and almost collapsing in hysteric laughter as Finn pulled his shirt over his head and replaced it with Brittany's. It was a little tight against his muscles bit it fit. Now Santana wore the smirk of triumph, and flashed her fingers in Kurt's direction twice. I win baby boy she boasted with her language.

Kurt's attention however, was diverted to the bathroom door by the kitchen, which Blaine had just now felt brave enough to leave. As Blaine approached the group and they took notice of him the laughter died down as the others noticed Blaine, several jaws approaching the floor. It was as if Puck had shaved his mohawk all over again.

Blaine's had a head of wild untamed locks, unruly curls that were quite long when not slicked back.

"Damn Blaine.." Santana growled.

Brittany on the other hand had seemingly forgotten that Artie was beside her. "Do you wanna make out?"

Puck expected Kurt to respond to the clear flirting in outrage but Kurt seemed too busy staring at Blaine so he interjected. "Dude he has a boyfriend." He shot in Brittany's direction.

Blaine however, standing before his boyfriend, was focused on Kurt's reaction only. "Kurt you haven't said anything..."

Kurt continued to gape at his boyfriend, standing up and twirling a finger around individual curls, letting them spring and bounce before sitting back down in silence. Blaine put his hands in his pockets and bit his lip, looking uncomfortable before Kurt reached up, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, digging his hands into his hair and running it through it ruthlessly, clashing their mouths together.

There was mixed emotions from the others in the room. Santana continued to sip her drink and watched the pair as if it were a show. Finn fled the room and escaped to the confines of the kitchen, while Rachel covered her eyes and squealed. Puck and Sam seemed to be cat-calling, yelling several things such as 'Get some!' and 'dudes get a room!'

Quinn however, having spent quite a bit of time at Santana's as a cheerio, retreated to the guest bedroom, where she grabbed a light blanket. She returned to the lounge with it and threw it over Kurt and Blaine. Neither of them seemed to notice however, as they hadn't stopped.

By the end of the game neither of them had resurfaced, and it was only when the music died down that they poked their heads out of the blanket. "Whatdidwemiss?" Blaine said groggily, while Kurt's head popped up beside him, blowing his truselled hair out of his face.

"Parties up lover boys lets go." Santana told them, whipping off the blanket and tilting her head in the direction of the other exiting house guests.

Kurt put one hand behind Blaine's back to stop him falling back down as they rose, before dusting off his pants and trying to check the back of his shirt for snags.

"Thanks for the great night guys! It was the best!" Finn yelled to the air, backing towards Santana's front door until he tripped on an umbrella stand.

Watching as if it was a movie he'd been waiting to see, a superior look spread across Kurt's face. "Oh look at that he's drunk." He told Santana

"Oh please he's just stupid." Santana argued.

Finn was now chucking Brittany's shirt in her direction and attempting to put his back on, he seemed to be having trouble finding the armholes however. Kurt took this as further confirmation and opened up his hand, moving his fingers towards himself in a 'give it up.' motion.

Santana narrowed her eyes and handed over the $20 reluctantly. "You've made it on my list lady lips."

Rather than being scared by the warning Kurt's smile just got wider. Draping one of Blaine's arms around his shoulder he walked over to Finn, snatching the car keys from his pocket and dragging the two of them to the car safely