Author's Note: This is the result of the tiniest little plot bunny that have ever been born inside my mind. I gave life to the poor little rodent, and here we are. A Kurt-centric fanfic.
Pairing/s: Klaine (Kurt/Blaine), Blainechel (Blaine/Rachel)
Rating: M, for reasons that will later be self-explanatory
Genre: Romance, bit of angst, bit of comedy, bit of hurt/comfort, bit of everything really
Warnings: My grammar. Fantastic, is that happy little fella. No, but more seriously, I believe there might be some mistakes in this, and you may hate me for them all and point them out to me, mercilessly.

I do not own Glee or anything that has to do with the show, because honestly, I'd write the show, not FanFiction.

Chapter One, or The Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza.

"Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?"

Everyone's gazes flew, if somewhat slowly, to Rachel. She raised her bottle and repeated herself, more loudly this time.

"Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?"

Half-way through the sentence, the whole party yelled one big "HOORAY" and drank a zip from whatever they had in hand or reach, as if it was all some kind of drinking game.

Kurt looked to his right, where Blaine had raised from his place on the couch they sat on. Now he seemed to try draining his cup of Unknown Alcoholic Beverage.

"Hey" said Kurt carefully and patted his shoulder, "take it easy, will you?"

Blaine turned his head before he stopped drinking. Unknown Alcohol Beverage dripped over his mouth and neck.

That was kind of... obviously... really... very... hot.

Kurt cleared his throat. "You're drinking a little fast" he said. "Maybe you should slow down a bit, maybe?"

With a big smile on his face, Blaine nodded.

"Are you coming or what?" yelled Brittany and waved her cup in the air.

"Yeah!" Blaine threw his arm around Kurt's shoulders and dragged him up from his seat. "We're coming!"

They walked - stumbled, Blaine did - up to their friends. Rachel moved away a couple of spots to make place for them, and Blaine fell down to sit on the floor beside Brittany. Slowly, Kurt sat down between him and Rachel.

"Everybody ready?" she asked and leaned forward to a bottle, placed on an Othello board in the middle of the circle the party members had created.

"Hell yeah!" yelled Artie and raised his cup and drank some more. Mercedes, Tina and Puck followed his lead, and Kurt lifted an eyebrow.

"But Santana" said Sam in a somewhat whiny voice and looked around them.

Santana walked up to him and patted him on the head.

"I'm not playing" she said. "Don't kiss a lot of people now, Froggy, I wants to have some left of you for laters."

With a thrilled smile, Sam threw his head back and seemed to want a kiss. Santana ignored him and backed a step from the circle.

"Let's go!" said Rachel and spun The Bottle.

While it spun around, everyone stared at it in great excitement and almost complete silence - besides, of course, muffled giggles from Tina and Mercedes.

The Bottle slowed down, and finally stopped spinning. It pointed to Finn.

A long "wooo" ran over the crowd, and Kurt decided that this could impossibly be good for at least the Finn part of The Bottles choice.

"Oh, it's Finn!" said Rachel, reacting a little slower than the others. She looked across the circle and then shook her head. "We don't need to... if you don't want to."

Finn laughed, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Spontaneously, Kurt clapped his hand and called for Santana.

"What d'you want there?" she asked.

"You're the judge, right?" said Kurt. "So, can you decide whether a newly broken-up couple needs to kiss or not?"

Santana smiled. "Ah, yeah..."

She looked at Finn. "Yeah, you need to kiss her. More tongue for the hesitation, Frankenteen."

Finn gave Kurt a bitter look; thank you. Or not.

Kurt tried to give him a I'm so sorry, I tried look, but Rachel was already covering his brother's face.

The game went on with what seemed to be no more uncomfortable kissing, but drunk happy kissing.

Blaine got to make out with Brittany, and gave Tina and Puck a quick kiss each. Kurt, on the other hand, got a kiss on the cheek from Mike, and then the game seemed to keep on more or less without him.

It didn't matter too much though, because he rather watched all his friends exchange saliva with each other, than take part of it.

It was Mike's turn to spin The Bottle, and when it stopped, it pointed to Tina.

"Yay!" she exclaimed and almost fell over her boyfriend. It seemed like they didn't plan to ever stop kissing really, and Lauren spun The Bottle instead of Tina.

When she and Mercedes had kissed, and Sam had, a bit awkwardly, pecked Mercedes on the lips, The Bottle pointed to Kurt for the second time that night.

As Kurt's chin fell, and Sam looked a little shuffled, a couple of giggles went around the circle.

"Oh shit" mumbled Artie. "This gonna be good."

After a short moment, Sam shrugged and leaned across Rachel, looking at Kurt.

"Come on" he said, with an excited, drunk grin. "Let's kiss!"

Kurt laughed briefly, looked around them - fixing his glance at Blaine for an extra moment - and then leaned toward Sam. What he thought would be a quick touch on the lips, was... a tongue stuck into his mouth and hands clenched to his neck.

He heard a couple of laughters around them, and then somebody began to drag Kurt back in his shoulder.

The kissing ended, and Sam shuffled back to his spot between Rachel and Puck again, smiling slightly. Kurt blushed violently and looked to his side, where Blaine's hand still rested on his shoulder.

"Are you satisfied now?" asked Blaine with a wide, drunk smile.

Kurt wrinkled his forehead. "What do you mean?"

"You have..." Blaine painted a skew circle in the air with his finger around Kurt's mouth. ",,,kiss all over your face."

Kurt laughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Blaine looked at him while he did it, and opened his mouth, as if to say something, when Rachel suddenly yelled: "Oh yay!"

They turned their heads to her, and then to The Bottle. It pointed to Blaine.

"Blaine Warbler" said Rachel, as she pushed her way across Kurt, "I am gonna rock... your... world!"

Still smiling, although looking confused, Blaine leaned in and kissed her.

He kissed her. Her, Rachel Berry, the golden star, the fantastic, wonderful, super talented... bitch. She was the bitch of all bitches. The Royal Bitch. Awful. Crappy. Shitface.

Not only did he kiss her - no, there was tongue, lots of tongue, and Kurt could even see their tongues if he looked a little closer, which he rather did not.

He wanted to push Rachel away and kick her in the face or something. Preferably something more gracious, but when he had hurt her enough - probably not possible to achieve enough though - he would drag Blaine away from there and... find Neverland or something.

This was not good.

Not good.

Not good.

It was bad.

He did not want to see this.

Kurt laughed uncomfortably. "I think we've seen enough of that, thank you!" he said, trying to take his eyes off the kissers in front of him.

When Blaine and The Royal Bitch didn't stop, he clapped his hands close to their faces, and they parted, still smiling to each other.

Rachel laughed and leaned back, falling on Kurt.

"Looks like I've found myself a new duet partner!" she yelled.

"Wooo!" Blaine raised his cup and drank some more.

Everyone was happy.

Kurt had a Royal Bitch on his chest. The Royal Bitch smelled like cheap honey shampoo and pink.