Inspired by this post: grantgusten[.]tumblr[.]com[/]post[/]18839599189/
Basically, a short drabble based on Kurt spinning the bottle instead of Brittany and landing on Sam.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own anything.
It started innocently enough. Or, I suppose, as innocent as one can expect after hearing Rachel Berry announce the initiation of Spin-the-Bottle. I was, though I don't care to admit the fact, very enthusiastic to be a part of the silly game. After the tragedy on Valentine's Day, I would have done anything to forget about Blaine Anderson, even if only for a moment. Suddenly, I found myself a part of a- with the exception of Finn and myself- very intoxicated circle of teens. I barely noticed when the bottle got spun the first time, choosing who would be the first to spin and kiss. That is, I paid no attention until everyone started cheering and a giggly Rachel pushed my shoulders forward, causing me to lurch painfully against my raised knee. Annoyed, I glared at her, only to notice that the bottle was pointing at me.
"Oh," I thought to myself. Once I got over the fact that I would be the one to jumpstart the game, I scrambled onto my knees, grabbed the bottle and flicked my wrist to the right, causing the bottle to spin quickly. With bated breath, I waited for the bottle to slow. I kept my eyes trained on it, even after it had stopped. What if it was Blaine? What if it was Rachel? But, no. If the cheers were any indication, the bottle was pointing at Sam.
Now, as anyone will tell you (and believe me. The New Directions would be happy to tell you), I may have had a small crush on Sam Evans. But never had I entertained the idea that I might actually end up kissing him. I tried to get out of it, sure. But, that's the one rule of New Direction's Spin-the-Bottle; whoever the bottle lands on, you kiss. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
That was how I found myself face-to-face with Sam Evans, resident quarterback and current boyfriend of one Santana Lopez. All thoughts of his supposed heterosexuality flew from my brain at the look on Sam's face. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he raised himself to his knees, moving slightly in front of Rachel and leaning over to me, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Right. I'm supposed to kiss him now," I thought before closing my own eyes and closing the distance between us. As soon as our lips touched, it felt like fire searing from my lips throughout my entire body. I breathed sharply through my noise, before pulling away. As Sam returned to his seat to catcalls and suggestive comments, the smile that showed on his face let me know that he'd felt it too. The sense of right. The feeling of completion. I returned to my seat on the pale carpet next to Blaine, returning to my previous pose. I tuned out of the game for a few rounds until the cheers were suddenly much louder. Confused, I looked up to see that Rachel and Blaine had gotten paired up by the bottle. I laughed, and joined in the cheers. I realized the look on Blaine's face when he pulled back from Rachel. The look of, 'I could go through with this. Not be gay anymore. Be normal.' I'd be there for him when he realized that it wasn't as simple as that.
Until then, however, I'd entertain myself with a certain blond that was making his way out of the basement.
AN: Well, that's that. The first thing I've written that wasn't Harry Potter or Klaine, so hopefully it wasn't too awful. Apologies to everyone still waiting for an update on "Willingly I Believe". It should be up relatively soon!