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A/N- Not leaving my longer Klaine fic, just had a few ideas come up that didn't quite fit but I wanted to write. Have fun!
Finn heard the knock at the door and peaked out the window. He didn't recognize the sedan at the end of the drive, so it must be Kurt's friends from Dalton. Seeing Kurt try to climb unsuccessfully from the other side of the room, Finn went to let them in. The door opened to a swirl of snow, and five guys crowded on the stoop, some more familiar than others.
"Come on in guys. Most people are just in the living room. You can just throw your coats on the bannister there, or the stairs."
"Hi!" Kurt appeared from down the hallway, quickly pulling the nearest Daltonian, which yes, may have been Blaine, into a hug. "Come on. We've got Guitar Hero, beer, spiked cider and pizza. I will only participate in one of those four things, but you can all help yourselves. Happy New Year!" The five boys pulled off their coats and tossed them aside, and Wes threw a duffel bag on top.
"You're still sure its okay if we stay over?" Blaine asked, sidling up to Kurt to get out of the way in the small foyer.
"Blaine, I've told you a billion times now. I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't want you to." He smiled and Blaine couldn't help grinning back. "We've got lots of room as long as no one minds sleeping on the floor and couches. My dad and Carole actually suggested it. I guess they figured we'd probably have people over anyways with them gone, and this was the best way to make sure no one did something stupid in their car."
"They are actually letting you do this?" David looked at him skeptically, but Kurt shrugged and Finn butted into the conversation.
"They're going to Skype us at 12."
"To say Happy New Years?" David asked.
"No. They want a walking tour of the house via wireless internet and webcam, a check in with us and a shot of what cars are in the driveway. License plates included."
"Seriously?" Kurt nodded at Adam's disbelief.
"We have a ten minute grace period. If we don't show up sometime between 11:50 and 12:10, they call the cops."
"I'm not sure if they're really cool or mad intense." Kyle frowned. The two hosts just shrugged.
"Small price for a weekend of freedom." Kurt waved off. "Now come on. The party isn't in the entrance way." He and Finn led the way, although Finn sped up on his long legs after seeing Rachel in the kitchen.
"I'll talk you later." He waved at the Dalton boys, and then they found themselves at the living room, the source of the noise they had been hearing since getting inside.
"This...is New Directions, i.e. my friends. Make nice, and no talking about glee clubs." Kurt instructed them. He turned back to the room and sighed. Brunette and blonde were zeroing in on them right on schedule.
"That's Santana. If you're interested in keeping your girlfriends, I'd warn her right away. She'll probably move on to more vulnerable prey." Kurt warned the five boys, not even bothering to lower his voice.
"Hey Hummel." Santana's greeting was aimed at Kurt, but it was obvious that she was more interested in eyeing up the boys with him.
"Hi!" Brittany hung off of Santana's hand and waved happily.
"Santana, Brittany, these are some of the guys from Dalton. Guys, why don't you introduce yourself." Santana raised an eyebrow and looked to Kyle.
"You. You can start." Kyle pointed to his chest slightly, but quickly shook off his surprise.
"Kyle. And, um, single. If you're..." She shot him a smirk and looked to the next one.
"Hey, um, Adam. And I'm...good. Thanks. On the girlfriend front." Brittany giggled and whispered into Santana's ear.
Wes didn't need to wait for Santana to turn to him.
"Wes. Taken." He nudged David.
"Dave. Taken." David spat out quickly.
"Blaine. I like boys." Blaine added right after, holding his hands up in a slightly defensive manner as Santana observed the rest of them coolly. Santana snorted, finally casting her glance challengingly at Kurt before turning back to Kyle.
"Well, not a great selection, but luckily, the one I had my eye on is free. Come on. Lets go." She grabbed Kyle's arm and pulled it over her shoulders.
"You should go see Wheels." She kissed Brittany on the cheek before turning her in the direction of Artie and Puck playing Guitar Hero. Kurt saw Kyle slip his phone into his pocket and grin at him over his shoulder before he felt the buzz of his own. "O U bro!" flashed across his screen.
He showed the text to the others. Wes just rolled his eyes, smirking slightly, before he reached back and pushed Adam and David by the shoulders.
"Come on. Let's show these guys how to do this properly."
Blaine and Kurt stood in the doorway in a silence that was awkward, but neither wanted to break. A few quick glances were thrown both ways before Mike passing between them broke their stalemate.
"We should go watch Wes play Guitar Hero. He takes his video games very seriously. Almost too seriously...and a bit accidentally violently sometimes." Blaine grinned and Kurt laughed, shaking his head.
"What does that mean exactly?" Kurt pushed off from the doorway and headed towards the couches by the tv, looking at Blaine over his shoulder.
"He can get slightly obsessed. Last time he broke up with a girlfriend he beat DDR on Wii in six hours. And accidentally gave David a bloody nose with a flying nunchuk controller." Kurt broke out in laughter, knocking against Blaine's shoulder. Mike leaving had opened up a space on the big couch. He climbed on it, budging up to make room for Blaine. The three other Dalton boys and half of glee club were crowded around, sharing armchairs or lounging on floor pillows, so there wasn't much room.
"Oh! Spot open! Mine!" Adam called, seeing the space next to Kurt open.
"But that's-" Kurt started, glancing back at Blaine, who just shook his head as he planted himself on the floor in front of him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Kurt got slightly flustered as Blaine started adjusting a few cushions around himself. His feet were in the way for Blaine to lean against the couch.
"Here, let me...uh..." Blaine looked over his shoulder at Kurt shifting in place and paused.
"Dyou mind if I?" Blaine gestured over his shoulder and Kurt shook his head.
"No, of course." He had no idea what Blaine had meant by that.
"If you just pull up your leg..."
"Right!" Kurt pulled one leg up, tucking his foot under the other knee. Blaine shuffled closer to the couch, his right arm pressing against Kurt's other leg and his left lifting up to rest against the arm of the couch. His fingers tapped for a moment along to the rhythm of "Misery Business" from the tv.
"Hey." Kurt looked down to see an upside down Blaine, his head tilted way back to look at him. "Are you okay with this?"
"Hm?" Kurt looked down at him, watching some of the dark curls fall over the dark denim of his jeans.
"Are you comfy? I can move." He started to shift, but Kurt restrained him by his now-still hand against the couch.
"No. It's...good." Blaine's upside down face smiled as him and he felt fingers lace into his.
"Good."
"Good." Blaine pulled his arm down and pressed the back of Kurt's hand against the warm skin of his neck. His head dipped for a moment to squeeze their hands together and Kurt felt his stomach drop and flutter.
They stayed there, Blaine's head relaxing against Kurt and the cushions, and watched several rivalries develop with great amusement. After a while, and a few more appearances of upside down Blaine, Kurt had relaxed, and his free hand had travelled, casually twisting a dark curl around his finger as he grinned at Finn and Puck jamming out their star power.
Kurt shifted slightly. He had to go to the bathroom. But he was holding Blaine's hand, and Blaine had just sighed and almost, maybe, kinda nuzzled against Kurt's hand in his hair. Kurt did not want to let this slip away. But he didn't have much of a choice. He leaned forward and whispered into Blaine's ear, startling slightly when he turned in response. Their faces were close together and Kurt glanced down at Blaine's lips and up at his bright eyes.
"I need to get up." Blaine nodded and stood up, standing aside to let Kurt climb from the couch.
"I wanted to go grab a drink anyways." They weaved out of the room, separating towards the kitchen and Kurt down to his own bathroom in the basement.
Kurt dried his hands on the towel and turned the light out as he left the washroom. He jumped slightly in surprise when he saw Blaine, sitting casually on the stairs.
"Hey. I got you some water." Kurt took the bottle from him and gulped back the cool drink.
"Thanks." Blaine looked around.
"I like your room. It's very you."
"Thanks. Again." Kurt rolled his eyes at his repetition. Blaine just smirked.
The empty room around them was only permeated by thumps and reverberating music tones through the ceiling. They watched each other. Blaine took a sip from his own drink, the warm spiked cider in a tall glass. Kurt followed the tip of his tongue as Blaine licked his lips. His chest felt heavier than usual. Blaine put his glass down, pushing it back against the wall behind him. At the same time his foot reached forward and hooked around Kurt's knee, tugging sharply. Kurt stumbled forwards and Blaine grabbed the front of his shirt.
"Blaine." Kurt's own hands found themselves on Blaine's thighs, scrunching slightly, his nails catching along the denim.
"If you don't want to kiss me, I won't kiss you." Blaine murmured. Where he was perched, he and Kurt were the same height, which was a nice change for him. He hated being short. But right now he loved the way Kurt's thumbs were pressing against the inside of his knees.
"I think I would be open to it." Kurt's voice was soft, and a little unsure, and at the same time, strangely determined. It made Blaine smile like an absolute moron. But he didn't care. Couldn't care. Not while he was leaning towards this amazing boy. Not while that boy's hands were travelling up his legs to his hips. Especially not when their lips touched and Kurt took a sharp intake of breath, his fingertips pressing against the skin along Blaine's waistline. Blaine's hands crawled around Kurt's shoulders and over the nape of his neck, his skin and chest flushing warm.
"Kurt." Blaine pulled back slightly, whispering the other boy's name against his lips before Kurt pressed forwards again. Somewhere above them a clock went off and twelve soundings of a bell pulled them from each other. Kurt bit his lip, watching Blaine, who just smiled.
"I guess we don't have to worry about the kiss at midnight now."
Kurt's face fell and Blaine's stomach fell with it.
"What?" Kurt seemed to shake himself to action.
"Finn."
"Wha- wait. What?" Blaine frowned. Finn was definitely not the topic he wanted to be on after his first kiss with Kurt. There wasn't really any other boy he wanted involved at all. Maybe just more kissing and touching really. Instead Kurt was glancing around the room frantically.
"I need Finn." He murmured, and Blaine pulled his legs into himself. This was surprising... and shitty.
"Blaine, could you- wait, what's wrong?" Kurt frowned at Blaine's withdrawn position, and his face suddenly dawned brighter. He climbed up a few steps, kneeling on the one below the other boy and leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"Blaine. Don't be ridiculous."
"Why, because it's midnight and New Years and you'd rather be with Finn?" Kurt rolled his eyes and sat next to him.
"You dork. I want to be with you. But I need Finn." Blaine glanced at him, looking disgruntled.
"Becaaaaause if I don't get Finn right now..." He waited for Blaine to catch on, but it just wasn't happening.
"If you're trying to make me feel better, you kind of suck at it." Blaine grumbled. Kurt just huffed.
"Blaine I don't want to kiss anyone but you. But right now I have to get Finn and Skype our parents so they don't call the cops."
Blaine's mouth opened in sudden remembrance.
"Oh right."
"Yeah."
"Well, um, why don't you handle that, and I'll sit here and try to recover from my mortifying embarrassment."
Kurt smiled.
"You do that." He jumped up and ran over to his desk, grabbing his laptop. He came back to the stairs.
"Don't go anywhere though. I kinda want to finish what we started." Kurt ducked his head to press a soft, slightly awkward kiss to Blaine's lips. Blaine let his fingers grab Kurt's collar and keep him there for a moment, before Kurt pulled back with a grin.
"Five minutes. I promise." As his footsteps clattered up the stairs and he heard the now innocent call of "Finn!" Blaine licked his lips. If the rest of his year kept going to way it started, he was going to feel stupid and amazing for months. He couldn't wait.