Twister

"You're out, Berry!"

The New Directions join in a group of laughter, all eyes seeming to fall on the only two left on the multi-colored mat. Rachel sulks off and joins her boyfriend on the couch, though her pout doesn't last long at the sight of Kurt and Blaine. A signature, "Wanky," can be heard from Santana somewhere off to the right, but Kurt can't seem to think straight considering the extremely arousing position he's in.

This has got to be some sort of test.

His boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, hovers over him with an excitable smile. His hair falls in natural curls around his face, and his expression is clearly thanking Mike Chang for the idea of playing this game.

And damn, Hummel just can't think straight. That smile on that beautiful face paired with the fact that Blaine's right leg is between his two, ghosting over his vital regions, and the position he's in, as if he were doing the crab-walk (if slightly sinking due to the pressing weight of Blaine's own tired body)... and he forgot what he was trying to think, because Finn has just flicked the spinner and now Blaine's left arm settles itself near Kurt's meticulously styled head of hair and it looks like Blaine's preventing him from moving.

There's a mewling sound from Kurt before he lets his body slacken and fall in a heap, "Gah!" he whines, "That just wasn't fair!"

"Hey," Santana pipes in, "the spinner is always right," she smirks. Hummel rolls his eyes, sighing. And then, just as quickly as they had all joined in for the game of Twister, the New Directions agree that going outside to light a fire is a good idea. This leaves Kurt and Blaine, Blaine still hovering over the other now, but not in the position the game put him in.

"Blaine," Kurt mutters in protest, turning his face away from his boyfriend's lips, "Stop it!"

"No, I'm the winner," Anderson states with a grin, "I want my prize."

His hazel eyes are begging for the attention of the other's glasz stare, and Kurt finally gives in and looks back at his boyfriend. Blaine grins and captures Kurt's soft lips in his own, and for a while they're just there, kissing on the Twister mat, until a voice interrupts their thoughts.

"Uh... guys, yeah... we're gonna.. uh... make some smores, if you want to, er... come out," Finn awkwardly states, shifting in his spot in the doorway. Blaine nods, unperturbed by the interruption as he removes himself from Kurt, pulling the older boy with him toward the back door

And the whole time Kurt Hummel can only think about how he's perfectly fine with second place.

A/N: And there goes the beginning to my very first prompt fic! Any readers feel free to suggest a game for our wonderful Klaine to play. It can include sports, board games, card games... I don't really care, I'm just really excited to begin writing prompts for this. R&R, please!

A very, very thankful shout-out to warblingaway, the author of Tumblr Drabbles, for the inspiring short #15 "Right Hand Red."