Dangerous circumstances
"Stop it, ugh, it's turning my stomach!" Blaine covered his eyes, hiding from the television screen. It had been Artie's idea to watch the 'Human Centipede' for movie night; he was hardcore with horror movies.
"Arrgh...just kill it already!" Blaine screamed, involuntarily chucking a pillow at the TV and then scuttling over to pick it up. "Hey it's not that...okay that was pretty bad" Artie backtracked when he saw the deranged surgeon gouge out the Asian guy's kneecaps. You would have had to be a little on the crazy side to write the movie in the first place. Blaine gagged, clasping a hand to his mouth and causing him to drop the popcorn bowl. It was just Artie; he had arranged it, and Blaine; he had been the only one naive enough to come along after hearing the choice of movie.
"So are you and Kurt, you know, dating?" Artie randomly interjected, breaking the silence that was heavy on both of them. "Actually, no...no" Blaine's face fell as the awkward and confusing subject once again reared its alienating, complicated head. He liked Kurt but he wasn't sure how much. "Do you think you ever will?" Artie pressed a little, trying to sound like it was just ordinary 'guy talk'.
Blaine didn't mind. This way he didn't have to watch the movie. "I'm not sure; probably not...I think he could do better. Why would he want me?" Blaine's obvious lack of self-confidence hit Artie in the gut. How could he say that about himself? The quiet thoughtfulness was broken by an intense scream from the girl in the movie. "Oh my God, what's he...OH JESUS...BARBED WIRE, REALLY?" Blaine cried out, automatically grabbing Artie's shoulders. Artie chuckled at Blaine's horrified expression but then slipped back into thought. He liked Blaine. A lot. He loved the way it felt to be close to him, he loved the way the gentle smell of his cologne gave way to his natural, masculine scent, but most of all he loved those eyes. The beautiful hazel-honey eyes that Artie could swear looked into his own sometimes.
Artie had pushed these feelings he had down for so long. There were only so many girls he could date before he admitted to himself that he wasn't happy with girls. Artie had to stop himself from cuddling Blaine the next time he squealed in fear at the movie, or from ruffling the curls that he had finally left gel-free. But eventually it got too much, he broke. "Blaine...can I try something, something I have never done before?" Artie asked tentatively, hoping that Blaine might just figure out what he was implying. "Sure, go ahead" Blaine had a smile of pure, eager innocence across his face and Artie was beginning to doubt the logic in his plan. "Hold still, close your eyes." Artie leant into Blaine and took his face gently with one hand, and supported himself with the other. Their lips met and he was shocked to the core when Blaine kissed him back with passion that was even greater than his own.
He didn't want to stop, ever. Blaine's hands moved to Artie's hips, just resting there through the kiss that went straight to his head. Artie's glasses bumped into Blaine's cheekbones when it intensified, annoying to the point where Artie just chucked them of, preferring Blaine to be blurry than in pain. "Oh my God" Blaine gasped, pulling away lightly. Artie couldn't suppress the little whine of discontent at the sudden stop. Blaine laughed, so did Artie. They just sat there in each others' arms, giggling, purely because they could. "Well," Blaine finally interrupted, "Your legs may not work but your lips certainly do!"