Author's note:

If any of you read this story a few years back when I first wrote it then you may be wondering what happened or why I've decided to re-write it and post it here.

Well, the simple answer is that I believe I am better now. I'm a better writer - as this was written when I first began to get into writing - and I'm just better at managing my time so (hopefully) it should actually get finished this time around. Huzzah!

And if you have never seen this story before in your life than feel free to simply ignore my ramblings and read on.

"Okay Blaine," Wes grinned at his friend, looking every bit of the drunken misfit he currently was. "Truth or dare?"
"Ermmm..." Blaine smirked, wobbling slightly as tapped his finger to his chin as if in deep thought. "Truth."
"You wimp!" David exclaimed, rocking backward, the beer in his hand sloshing about.
"I'm not!" Blaine frowned. "I - I'm simply not going to make out with either of you," - hiccup - "I'm just not." David stared at him with a mock-hurt expression and a hand on his heart.
"Are we not good enough for you any more Blaine?" He asked with a chuckle. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"You know you're not!"
The three boys burst into a fit of laughter where they were seated in a circle in the middle of Blaine's dorm room. It was the last term until Dalton broke up for a week, the boys had decided to exit the party going on downstairs to have a little one of their own, equipt with music, beers and Wes' suggested game of 'Truth and Dare'. Since commencing the game they'd forced David to make out with the floor and had found out Wes could in fact be bi. It was now Blaine's turn, but no one had had a chance to ask him yet, in between the fits of alcoholically induced laughter. Wes pushed himself up from where he'd fallen on his back. He stuck out a finger and bit his lip.
"O-kay..." He poked Blaine in the ribs. "I has question nows!"
David sniggered at Blaine as he squirmed when Wes poked him, so David did it himself, only to receive a slap in the face and Blaine crying with laughter (again) at David's shocked expression.
"Guys!" Wes cried, obviously getting annoyed. Blaine and David quickly shut up and sat up, giving him their full attention "Okay," he sighed, a smile forming on his lips. "Blaine, who would you most like to make out with...?"
"That's easy!" David interrupted with a moan, pouting. "You know who he'll say."
"Let me finish!" Wes screamed. "Who would you most like to make out with?" He repeated. "And..." He paused, trying to build the tension, which was hard with the faces David was pulling. "... Why?" Wes sat back, leaning on his hands, with a smirk on his face. Definitely happy with himself.
"Oooo!" David squeaked also happy with Wes' question. Blaine bit his , that was hard. Not even sober Blaine would be able to answer this one. And sober Blaine was usually, like, really smart.
"Kurt." He simply stated after a while to which the two other boys nodded knowingly. "Because..." He started and sighed, not knowing how to word it. David and Wes looked at him impatiently. "Well... He - He's just..." His friends groaned.
"Spit it out already!"
"He's perfect." Blaine gushed. "His eyes are so beautiful, I feel like I could melt every time he looks at me. His voice is simply gorgeous he's gorgeous " Blaine sighed contently, imagining said boy in his head. "He's... so sure of himself you know? He totally screams fashionista." He chuckled. "His skin is so pale and soft and... And when he blushes with that little smile, it makes my heart skip a beat, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen."

And in the doorway, Kurt Hummel stood. Tears in his yes and a hand on his heart. Blaine Anderson, the most amazing boy ever, thought that about little, fragile him? Nothing could dampen that feeling. "I'd totally fuck him." Blaine added. Kurt turned bright scarlet, okay, maybe that could.