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Puck and Mike were the last ones to decend the staircase into Kurt's basement. The party had been on for the last hour and it was already in full swing. In the corner of the room, Finn Hudson whispered into Santana Lopez's ear. Puck sneered. As if he has a chance, he thought.
Sam Evans walked across the room, Quinn in a tow, and turned down the blaring music. And he said it.
"Guys, lets all play spin the bottle," grinned Sam cheerily. Sneaky grins grew on the faces of Wes, David and Santana. Their eyes surveyed the room, as if picking out unsuspecting suspects. "Yeah," started Santana coyly, "let's all play spin the bottle." David ran off to retrieve a bottle, and the party goers started to sit down in a wonky circle. "Rules are simple guys, if you get matched up with someone, you kiss them. Regardless of sexuality." Wes smirked. Then, David returned, bottle in hand. He placed the bottle in the center of the "circle" and spun..
Kurt was sitting directly across from Blaine. With Santana to one side, and Sam to the other, he felt a little nervous. He hadn't talked to Santana since, shudder, Purtana. He hadn't talked to Sam since duets. He really wished he picked a better seat.
Tina Cohen-Chang concentrated on the spinning vodka bottle on the floor before her. She hadn't picked the Hudmels as the vodka type. He concentration was penetrated when Santana, Finn and Wes all shouted "BLAINE!", and then erupted into fits of giggles. Blaine, huh? She looked across at the Warbler, blushing and looking around sheepishly. He reached in and spun the bottle again. Tina wished it didn't land on her. She was always to shy for party games.
Finn Hudson's mouth slowly gaped open. No, no, nonononononono! He could not mack on his brothers boyfriend. He willed the bottle to move a couple inches more, to keep spinning, so he didn't have to kiss another dude. "Oh dear..." Blaine mumbled. Finn looked up from the bottle and shot Kurt a "help me" look. Kurt took one look at him and burst into fits of laughter. He was going to have to go through with it. He, Finn Hudson, would have to kiss a boy. Finn scrunched his eyes shut, as if wishing the situation away. "Well?" jeered a familiar voice. "Kiss him!"
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