AN: Prompt was Lips.

Brittany's party had actually turned out better than Kurt thought it would. He had expected it to fall into chaos. It had started out a Glee club party, but had expanded to included to include the Cheerios and most of the sports teams and a few party crashers. Although there was alcohol present, everyone seemed to behaving themselves, which was a relief. There wouldn't be any police coming in to break up the party, at least he hoped not. He'd hate to be arrested at sixteen and have to call his dad to come get him from behind bars. He looked around. Brittany's family home was very eclectic. The walls and carpet were funky and bright colors, but the furniture was white. He had to admit, the contrast was striking and beautiful in its own way, but only if the cat pictures went away. And there were a lot of cat pictures.

"Game time!" yelled Brittany. Kurt looked up from where he was talking to Tina and saw the blonde cheerleader standing on top of a desk.

"I have a great idea," said Brittany. "I want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven."

Most of the party goers groaned.

"What are we like 12?" said Quinn.

Brittany grinned. "Exactly. It's my favorite game!"

"Is she serious?" asked Mercedes beside him.

"I'm afraid so," said Kurt. "Knowing Brittany."

"Ugh, wanna leave?" asked Tina.

"Sure," said Mercedes. "My house isn't too far anyways. Let's go grab some of that strawberry margarita stuff and get out of here."

Tina nodded and they both stood.

"You coming Kurt?"

He shook his head. "Can't. I'm going to have to take Finn home. I think he's had a little too much for his own good."

"That sucks," pouted Tina. Mercedes waved.

"Bye Kurt."

He waved goodbye and was left alone on the couch. He heard Brittany say that any room or closet was up for grabs. He groaned to himself. Which meant the coach would become a prime make out location. Although Brittany's place had an inordinate amount of closets for a house. He looked for Finn and realized that not even Quinn was in sight anymore. So somewhere in the house Quinn and Finn were making out. Such a lovely image. He gagged. People were starting to scatter. Kurt supposed he could go hang out in the kitchen. At least no one would go there.

On second thought maybe they would as he peeked in the door. He even saw the pantry door halfway closed with movement behind it.

There had to be somewhere… He really didn't want to just go and wait in the Escalade. He loved his baby, but not that much. He sighed. This was stupid. He should just go home. He had no reason to be here, except for some stupid notion of step-brotherly/family… something. Kurt didn't want to just randomly make out with someone just for the sake of making out.

It was beginning to quieten down in the house, which meant that everyone was shoving tongues down each other's throats. Maybe there was an empty closet where he could just hide and text with a slightly drunken Mercedes and Tina. He spotted what looked like a small bedroom near the staircase and slid inside. There didn't seem anyone on the bed, but he wasn't about to take any chances. He opened the closet door and sat down on what he thought was probably some sort of storage container.

"Hello?" said a voice. It made Kurt jump. It was becoming from back behind the clothes. He hadn't expected anyone to be in here, especially with it being pitch black. It sounded very small and feminine. There was a girl in the closet with him? Of all things…

"Hi," he said back.

"You… you are a boy."

"The last time I checked, yes."

The voice sighed. "And here I thought I could find a hiding spot."

"Me too."

"You are hiding?" said the voice in disbelief. "There are tons of girls out there, you should be licking someone's tonsils."

"Maybe some guys," said Kurt. "But not for me. At least, I don't think so. I'm not really into the whole let's make out just this once whole spiel." He squirmed around to get comfortable. He had a feeling he'd be there for a while. And at least it was nice to have company.

"You want to wait to find the right person?" The voice seemed hopeful.

"I do," agreed Kurt. "I've grown up on old school romance movies."

"It's nice to know I'm not the only one," said the voice. "I thought no one liked the idea of courting or being chivalrous anymore."

"So says the girl in the closet," said Kurt with a bit of humor in his voice.

She sighed. "I shouldn't have come tonight."

"It is nice to have some company at least," said Kurt. She laughed softly.

"This is true. It is the most pleasant part of the evening so far."

"Brittany comes up with the weirdest of ideas, doesn't she?"

'It's not that bad," said the girl. "Although I don't approve of the tactics… I can see it's benefits. It's practice. An enjoyable practice, but practice nonetheless. And I'm sure the hormones don't help much either."

"I'm sure the hormones play the bigger part than the thought of 'practice'," said Kurt sarcastically.

"Well," said the voice. "Pretend you're on an elevator in the middle of Paris with the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. And it breaks down. You don't speak French, and she doesn't speak English. SO what other language is there besides the language of love?"

"Now you're making assumptions," said Kurt. "That I don't speak French, and that I prefer girls."

"Oh," said the voice, surprised. "You like boys then?"

"No, I think I do prefer girls, but I'm just putting holes into your plot."

The voice laughed at that.

"So you speak French then?"

"My Mother was French Canadian," said Kurt. "She taught me."

"Say something in French please."

"Pour une voix dans l'obscurité, vous semblez très jolie."

"You have a great voice," said the girl. "I wish I could see your lips. My grandmother was hard of hearing. So she lip-read. I learned from her. I'd love to see you speak." Kurt heard rustling and felt something touch his knee. He would have jumped, but he realized she was looking for him. In about two seconds, she had found his other knee and sat down in his lap.

Now this was… different.

"Since I don't think there's a closet light in here, I thought I'd come see you myself." She laughed. "Hi."

"You'll have to forgive me if I do something wrong," said Kurt. "I'm… I'm not used to girls in my lap."

"Which I don't understand. You seem so nice."

"Maybe I don't give off the right pheromones or something."

"I bet if you started speaking English with a French accent and threw a few random French words in there, they would be crawling all over you."

"Skip the crawling part," shuddered Kurt. "I don't think I'm into polyamory."

"Then one just to hold your hand?" teased the girl.

"That… might be nice," agreed Kurt. He was surprised by how not heavy the girl was. He had cousins in his lap many a time, but not a fellow teenager. She wasn't that much heavier than the kids.

"Then how about some practice?" She paused. "May I?"

"May you—-" Kurt began, but he felt her place a hand on his arm and felt her way down to his hand. He had to admit, her hand was soft and it was nice on top of his own. She picked it up and placed her hand in his. Kurt wrapped his fingers through hers.

"That feels nice," said the girl. "Your hand is warm."

"At least it isn't clammy and sweaty."

"I'm surprised mine isn't," she said. "I've never been this bold before. Sitting on a guy's lap, holding his hand…"

"It's the darkness," said Kurt. "It gives false courage."

"I thought that was alcohol," said the girl.

"That does work as well," said Kurt. He played with her fingers.

"Now who has courage?"

"Blame the darkness," said Kurt.

They sat together for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. Kurt realized he was sitting on a trunk, not a suitcase or a plastic bin. He had wondered about that when this girl sat in his lap. He was almost surprised someone like her was at McKinley. She seemed awfully sweet and interesting. He wondered if she liked music.

He opened his mouth to say something, but instead of sound coming out, he felt a pair of fingers graze his lips.

"So soft," she said. Kurt wanted to say something about the girl being presumptuous about touching him intimately without his consent, but it felt good, almost electric. He wanted her to keep touching them. Though he didn't know where her hands had been or where she could put them. He blushed at the thoughts running through his head.

The next thing he knew, he felt her face not far from his.

"This maybe some of that false courage talking, but—" she began. Kurt thought he had the same idea as her, curiosity taking over. He pulled her closer around the waist and placed a hand on her face and neck. He calculated about where her mouth would be, and hesitantly brought his lips to hers. They both got caught up in the kiss, enjoying the sensation. It was very, very addictive Kurt thought as he nudged her even closer. He ran his tongue across her lips and she moaned. He pulled back at that, the sound had gone from his ears and automatically to his groin.

"Now I know why they call it heaven," said the girl, panting a little. She held onto his shoulders. He went to agree, but instead her lips meet his and they started kissing again.

Some time had passed and the party was starting to clear out. Santana had set the remaining gleeks at the party to open closets and chase the people out.

"I think that's everyone," said Matt with a wince as he accidentally kicked someone who had passed out as he came back into the living room. Puck was making out in the corner with a Cheerio. Quinn had fallen asleep on Finn, who looked a little annoyed at his lack of make out partner.

"Tina and Mercedes must have cleared out."

"Not surprised," said Santana, waving her hand dismissively. "What about Lady Lips and Man Hands? We can't have Mr. Schue coming down on our asses about his lead whiny ass vocalist disappearing."

"Haven't seen them," said Puck, looking up for a moment. "I think they've probably left already."

"No, Kurt's SUV is still out front," said Finn. "Saw it when we came downstairs."

"Then he decided to partake in the alcohol and is probably passed out somewhere," said Santana. "That'd be a great picture to pass around school."

"Was Kurt even drinking?" asked Matt.

"Who cares?" said Santana. "Is Britt and Mike still checking closets?"

"Yeah, I think they even went up to the attic."

"Come on Matt, let's go find them… and Kurt," said Santana, pulling on his arm. The boy had no choice by to follow.

They found Mike just as soon as they stepped out of the living room and past the kitchen to the stairwell. He was standing by a doorway.

"Brittany?" questioned Santana.

"Bathroom upstairs."

Santana nodded and headed up after her.

"Did anyone check that room behind you?" asked Matt to Mike.

Mike looked disturbed. He pointed to the door.

"You do not want to go near that closet in there, believe me. I heard noises. I was waiting on Brittany."

Matt looked at Mike with a grin. "Let's go surprise them."

"Matt wait," said Mike. But his friend had already opened the door to the room and headed to the closet. He flipped on the light and jerked it open.

"Brittany's telling everyone to leave," said Matt. "So whoever you are…" Matt and Mike's jaws both dropped open in shock at the sight of Rachel in Kurt's arms. They both looked very disheveled, and the contents of the closet were all over the place.

"Would you mind?" said Rachel very irritably. She slammed the door on the both of them. Matt raised a finger towards the door and went to say something, but Mike broke in.

"We'll let Brittany take care of them."

"That sounds like a fantastic plan," said Matt. They both hightailed it out of the room.