Streams of light fell everywhere, reflecting off disco balls hanging from the ceiling and rotating spheres attached to the walls. Loud music pounded all over the place, and bodies glistened with sweat on the dance floor. Kurt took in his surroundings again whilst glancing around before locating the group of boys hunched over a small box with a screen. They shouted in anticipation and turned away from the screen, some jumping around and shouting to the boy at the controller to "move that way!" and "no, no, no!" as he approached slowly. Shaking his head lightly, he wondered how he had been persuaded to come tonight.
It was Sam's birthday, and the Glee club had planned multiple events to take place over the weekend: Friday was to be a boy's night out, taking place at the local arcade where they planned to gorge on pizza and soda and play arcade games until they couldn't see straight. Saturday the girls had organised for the whole Glee club to go to Breadstix for dinner, before leaving to an empty house, courtesy of Puckerman, and most likely getting crazy drunk. Kurt's nose scrunched as he remembered the last time the Glee club had gotten drunk together.
Nevertheless Kurt had tagged along, even if just to laugh as tempers rose over various games. He reached the guys just as they yelled in victory and shared high fives all around. Rolling his eyes, Kurt joined his friends and wrapped his arms around Blaine as he stood fiddling with coins in his hands.
"Oh, hey!" Blaine grinned as he turned to smile at Kurt, clamping his fist over the coins and stuffing them into his pocket. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked curiously and turned in Kurt's arms.
He hummed in approval against Blaine's lips when he kissed him lightly, feeling Blaine grip his shoulders.
"Oh no, none of that tonight, Hummel." He heard Puck say as he pulled them apart, a little rougher than was necessary Kurt noted. "This guy needs no distractions. He's my secret weapon tonight!" Puck declared, clapping Blaine on the shoulder as he nodded in proud admittance.
Kurt pouted in his annoyance, but gave up when Mike and Sam waved them over from what appeared to be an air hockey table. He picked up what he was sure Blaine's seventh soda of the night, blinking furiously at the hundreds of flashing bulbs surrounding him before following slowly after Finn's bobbing head.
He approached the table and saw Puck and Blaine on one side, Sam and Mike flanked on the other as Finn tossed a coin between them.
"Tails!" he declared and whipped toward Mike and Sam who gave satisfying cheers and bumped fists. He looked toward Puck and Blaine, and couldn't help but burst out laughing at Blaine. His eyes were narrowed and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Puck was whispering frantically into his ear and Blaine nodded ferociously in reply.
Artie rolled up beside Kurt with his lap occupied by yet more pizza and was about to declare an offer when Finn dropped the plastic puck onto the table and pretended to blow a whistle. It slid toward Puck, who effortlessly hammered it into the opposing goal. Both Mike and Sam were gaping as they looked at each other, but before Kurt had a chance to comment, their faces changed instantly. Artie laughed heartily alongside Kurt this time, as they recognised the expression as their "game faces" from playing football.
"Oh, it's on." Mike threatened and retrieved the disc from underneath the table. He handed it to Sam, who tossed it toward Blaine, who smacked it wildly back again.
The process continued for several minutes, each shot becoming more precise as the tension visibly rose. A light sheen of sweat was breaking out over all four heads and Finn's head swung like a pendulum back and forth watching each flick of a wrist or swipe of an arm.
Blaine roared loudly and stretched right across his half of the table, giving Kurt a glorious view of his denim-hugged ass and putting so much force into it that the little disc flew right off the table.
Pucks eyebrows went so high they almost gave his mohawk wings and Blaine cried out as he thumped his head heavily against the table. Mike and Sam whooped in accomplishment and threw their arms around each other with repeated, over dramatized "I love you man!" being tossed between them.
Kurt went to comfort his boyfriend who had slumped to the floor against the table, his head hanging low as Puck threw a manner of insults at him. He couldn't help the giggle that escaped as Blaine turned his puppy eyes up toward him and looked miserable.
"It's just a game, sweet heart." Kurt comforted as he hauled Blaine to his feet.
"Yeah well…" Blaine trailed off, resting his chin against Kurt's shoulder. "…sore loser anyway," was all he caught of the sentence.
Kurt chuckled and wrapped his arms around Blaine, watching Mike and Sam attempt to shake hands with Puck who had his arms folded and his back to them. Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine, only to see his eyes widen and begin to sparkle.
"…Blaine?" Kurt knew that look a little too well. It was the one Blaine got when Kurt made him cookies or was forming a ridiculous plan.
Blaine's face split into a grin and before he knew it Kurt was being dragged in the opposite direction.
"Finn, Mike!" Blaine yelled behind him, "C'mere!"
The boys followed curiously as they reached the dance machine and Blaine began to insert multiple coins into the machine slot.
Kurt could see what was coming, and decided it would be better to back out now. "Blaine-" he didn't get any further.
Blaine turned on him, giving him a stern look and putting his hands on his hips, "Nuh-uh, no chance. You haven't played anything tonight and besides, you love these things!"
Blaine's eyebrows waggled and Kurt began to back away, only to back into an apparent wall. Strong hands appeared on his shoulders and pushed him onto the mat.
"Dude, loosen up!" Finn said as he removed his coat and tossed it to Sam.
"Yeah," Mike suddenly appeared at his other side, "These things are heaps of fun!" Mike frowned and looked at Blaine, then Kurt, then Finn and appeared to make a sudden decision. "Finn, swap with me. It's not fair to have the two best dancers on the same team. I'll help Kurt out." Mike winked at Kurt's mildly offended expression and swapped places with Finn.
"Guys, I really don't think this is a good idea. None of us can afford to get any kind of injury this close to sectionals…" Kurt tried, but didn't really get anywhere because suddenly Mike was selecting music and the rest of the guys gathered closer. He was vaguely aware of Artie pulling out a video camera and Puck biting into his fist, but thought nothing of it.
"We'll all be fine, angel. Just think of it as…extra practice." Blaine grinned, sounding cocky and looking confident as he turned his attention to the counting down numbers on screen.
The music started and Kurt took a deep breath before he began directing his feet to the arrows indicated on screen.
He was actually enjoying himself and was easily holding the highest score. It was all going superbly well until the last minute.
Kurt drove up to Blaine's house later that night. Pulling on the hand break and turning to face Blaine, he could see the denial in Blaine's eyes. Kurt smiled and shook his head.
"What?" Blaine asked, looking over at Kurt.
"You," Kurt laughed, "are such a hypocrite. Mr 'Oh-no-nothing-will-happen'. And, well, look what happened!" he pointed to Blaine's leg, bound in bandages and strapped up in support.
Blaine huffed and folded his arms, turning away from Kurt and murmuring. Blaine's mood only made Kurt laugh more as he got out of the car. He moved gracefully around it, opened the passenger door for Blaine and took out his crutches. Blaine sat for a minute, sucking on the inside of his cheek before rolling his eyes and taking Kurt's outstretched hand.
"It's not my fault!" he defended, "it was Finn. If he had just kept up right…" Blaine said, frustrated.
"Well, he didn't and there's nothing we can do about it now. He isn't much better off than you anyway." Kurt soothed. Blaine raised his eyebrows at him. "Okay, maybe I made that part up." Kurt helped Blaine onto his crutches and up the garden path.
"He's just so big and like…like…like a freeking skyscraper. And seeing him fall down toward you is just absolutely terrifying." Blaine reminisced as they reached his front door. "Did Artie really catch the whole thing on camera?" Blaine asked, looking worried.
"I'm not sure," Kurt lied, "I do know however that the whole arcade heard your marvellous string of swear words. Some of those things I've never even heard before, Blaine Anderson." Kurt teased as he took Blaine's keys out his pocket.
Kurt knew Artie caught it on camera, but thought Blaine could wait until morning to find out he was going to be an internet sensation.
Artie, Sam, Mike and Puck had been watching it on repeat the whole hour they spent in the emergency room, finding new things to comment on every time. And Puck cried every time. Finn however, had been curled into the corner with an ice pack on his head and a contorted mix of emotions on his face: pain, embarrassment, guilt, some more pain, and the confused look that Kurt recognised was always there.
Blaine grumbled as Kurt helped him inside and out of his coat. "Why can't you stay?" he protested as Kurt walked back toward the door.
"Because Blaine, I have to go home and make sure Burt and Carole know what happened to Finn before he over exaggerates it all." Kurt gave Blaine a sympathetic smile and moved back toward him.
"Stupid Finn. Ruins everything…" Kurt heard Blaine mumble against his neck.
Kurt laughed out loud at that, and tightened his arms around Blaine. "I promise I'll come over tomorrow before we go for dinner." Kurt said into Blaine's curls.
"Oh no, I have to see them tomorrow don't I? And all the girls will have found out by then too! Aw…" Blaine cried into Kurt's shoulder, but Kurt just smiled and pulled back to look into Blaine's eyes.
"Hey, at least Sam can have a birthday to remember." Kurt said, smiling at Blaine. It didn't take long for Blaine to be smiling back.
After all these months together, Kurt still never understood how Blaine still had this effect on him. How one simple, small smile still drove him crazy he would never know.
Slowly he leaned down to press his lips to Blaine's, breathing him in and rubbing circles into his knuckles with his thumb. Blaine's tongue made its presence known by flicking lightly against Kurt's lips. Kurt granted entrance and god they hadn't done enough of this tonight for his liking.
Kurt moaned lightly as Blaine took his bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently. Blaine began to lift his hands to Kurt's face, but within seconds he was falling off balance. Kurt pulled away instinctively and grabbed Blaine by his shoulders.
Breathlessly laughing, Blaine regained his balance and Kurt led him toward the couch, setting him down lightly. Kurt passed him the tv remotes and checked if there was anything else he would need before his parents arrived home. Blaine shook his head lightly, and took the chance to pull Kurt toward him before he made his escape.
"Don't even try leaving without a goodnight kiss." Blaine said softly as Kurt was pulled down toward him.
Kurt giggled and blushed slightly as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it." He said, leaning down to Blaine.
They shared warm, passionate kisses which could have been for minutes or hours, neither was sure. Kurt pulled away, fingers tickling at the base of Blaine's neck.
"Goodnight, Blaine." Kurt said as he stood up.
"Goodnight, Kurt. I love you." Blaine replied, not tearing his gaze away for even a second.
Kurt smiled warmly, and didn't remove his gaze or hand from Blaine's until the very last second.
"I love you too, Blainey."
AN - Hey guys, if you've read so far that you've gotten to this - thank you!
Now, I was wondering...would you want me to continue with this a lil' bit? It would probably be the dinner and party I mentioned earlier, with Blaine coping (or lack thereof!) with his leg and just general drunken Glee madness? With fluff and Klaine and maybe some smut? I don't know yet :(
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