AN: As the summary says, this is loosely based off of the MTV show Faking It. (Yeah, you can tease me all you want on how corny it is, but I love it.) I fell in love with this show over the summer and it's definitely a lot better than the promos and commercials make it out to be, for those of you who haven't seen the show but are judgmental of it (aka me before I got addicted.) Plus, it has a lot more gay PDA than glee lol. This fic isn't going to be about two boys faking being gay, because I really don't believe Kurt and Blaine would ever stoop that low for popularity in real life (sorry, Karma and Amy.) Instead, it's just going to be about discovering sexuality and drama, so the context of "faking it" could be used to describe faking being straight to avoid coming out. For the sake of this fic, Kurt will be in Amy's position, Blaine will be in Karma's and Santana will be in Shane's. The title is inspired by the song Sensual by TVA, a song that played a few times on the show during the sexy scenes. Enjoy (:

"We're not gonna know anyone at this party."

"It's Lima. Everyone knows everyone."

"Yeah, but no one knows us. We're considered social losers, Blaine. We wouldn't be going to this thing if it weren't Santana's party."

"Relax, we'll know at least some people there. And we've got each other, right?"

Kurt was more than surprised when Santana invited him and Blaine to her giant house party she was throwing in celebration of her birthday. They were in the glee club together, so they weren't strangers. But they also weren't the best of friends, and Kurt would have been perfectly fine with having not been invited to her party.

When it came to Santana's high school status, Kurt couldn't figure out how she did it. She was in the glee club, which was arguably the most despised extracurricular activity at McKinley. But even so, Santana was also a cheerleader and remained one of the most popular girls at school despite her connections to the glee club. To top it all off, Santana was an out lesbian. Kurt had never heard of someone who was gay and in a "leftover" club being as popular as Santana was. Maybe it was because of her drop-dead gorgeous looks or because she was scary and fierce and took no shit.

"You know I'd take advantage of any situation to dress nicely," Kurt said, "but are we so sure about this? Are we even going to have fun if we're at the bottom of the social food chain?"

"Kurt, don't think like that. I know we've always had this thing about not caring that we're not popular. That still stands, by the way. But we deserve to have as much fun as everyone else. We don't have to shy away just because we're not on the football team."

Kurt supposed Blaine was right. He didn't know why he was acting so weird. Kurt had always been fine with going out. But he tended to go out to watch a musical production or go to the movies, not a giant house party where he would only know a handful of people there.

"Just relax," Blaine said nonchalantly as he rung Santana's doorbell once they arrived in front of her house. "It'll be fun."

"Okay," Kurt said, and immediately after, the door swung open. Someone who was definitely not Santana was standing there with a beer in hand. It was a guy from the football team, too drunk to ask why losers like Kurt and Blaine were there.

"What's up!" the guy shouted, and raised his cup above their heads. Kurt just stood there staring at him until Blaine pulled him by the arm inside.

The house was packed. The entire student body appeared to be there even though that was physically impossible. Loud music boomed from all over and Kurt could already smell the sweaty drunk people. Suddenly, Santana appeared. She wore a short, tight red dress with her dark hair falling down her shoulders.

"Well, if it isn't the wonder twins," Santana said with a smirk.

"Why do you always call us that?" Kurt groaned.

"Because I've never seen a time when you guys weren't attached at the hip," Santana replied.

It was true. Well, not literally, of course. But Kurt and Blaine had been best friends since Blaine transferred to McKinley in the middle of freshman year. Even though they weren't popular, everyone in school recognized them as best friends. It was common for a normal McKinley student to see Kurt and Blaine walking down the hall together, eating lunch together, or seeing one of them wait by the other's locker. People knew them in a pair, but not alone.

"Happy Birthday, Santana. Thanks for the invite," Blaine said, shrugging off his jacket.

"You know you could have totally came anyway without an invite?" Santana said. "No one would have kicked you out. I only had to invite you because I knew you two stay-at-home-grandmas wouldn't have come without being asked."

"…Thanks?" Kurt offered, not sure what to say.

"There's drinks in the kitchen," Santana mentioned before walking away, her hips swaying lightly in her tight dress. Kurt looked down at his own outfit. He knew he was slightly overdressed, but Kurt never apologized for his clothing. Santana was allowed to be overdressed as she was the birthday girl and it was her house, but Kurt knew people would give him the side eye, just like at school. He wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a pressed white-collar shirt, and an eggplant purple sweater thrown over it. He looked too preppy to be at a party full of people dressed in t-shirts and jeans and leggings, but he didn't care. If he was going to stick out like a sore thumb at school, he might as well stick out like a sore thumb at a party with people who went to his school.

Blaine, on the other hand, was dressed just right. He wore jeans rolled up to the ankle, a tight fitting striped t-shirt, and a red cardigan. He was a little on the preppy side too, but it wasn't enough to make him stand out.

"Come on," Blaine said, "let's get a drink."

Before Kurt knew it, he was tipsy. He wasn't allowed to get drunk because he had to drive Blaine home, but he figured a few sips of vodka and orange juice couldn't hurt. Besides, the alcohol would wear off into the night and he'd be ready to drive. He wasn't a huge drinker anyway.

Blaine wasn't wasted, but he was woozier than Kurt. At one point, Blaine's cardigan was tied around his neck like a cape. "I'm a superhero, Kurt!" he yelled. Kurt just shook his head.

"How are you holding up?" Mercedes said, suddenly appearing by Kurt's side.

"Fine, why do you ask?"

"Because I know this isn't usually your scene."

"Someone has to look after Blaine," Kurt shrugged. "I'll be right back, I need water."

Kurt headed into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The kitchen wasn't nearly as crowded as it was when he arrived, so when Santana cornered him, he couldn't understand why she was so close to him.

"Um, mind stepping back?" Kurt asked.

"You know I've always been blunt with people, so I'm just gonna ask you something straight up."

"Okay?"

"Are you and Blaine dating?"

Kurt blinked. "No. What made you think that?"

"It really seems like you are."

"Santana, you know us. Albeit not very well, but you know us. We're not dating. We're not even gay."

"So you're just best friends?" Santana asked with an incredulous tone in her voice.

"Yes, but I can tell that you're not gonna believe me no matter what I say. Wait, are you going to spread some nasty rumor about us?"

"I'd only spread a rumor about you if you pissed me off," Santana explained, taking a sip from her cup. "So you're good."

"Kurt!" Blaine called from the living room. Kurt spotted him, and Blaine began to wave with a dopey smile on his face.

"Have fun with your boyfriend," Santana teased. Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew Santana would be joking about this forever.

Kurt didn't know when it happened, but all of a sudden, a small group of people in the living room, himself and Blaine included, began to play spin the bottle. Santana's girlfriend Brittany and some other glee club people were there, but other than that, Kurt didn't know anyone in the circle.

The bottle in the center wasn't very good for spinning, but they made it work anyway. Kurt wasn't even sure if he agreed to play; he was just there. Kurt watched as several kisses were exchanged followed by various cheering noises. Just when Kurt started to think about getting up and leaving, it was his turn to spin.

"Spin the bottle, dog!" Artie yelled.

"Um, I actually might just-"

"I'll do it for you!" Brittany said, and leaned over the circle of people to spin the bottle in front of Kurt. It was too late for Kurt to back out now. He watched the bottle spin slowly before it stopped completely. Kurt was afraid to look up and see whom it had landed on. He almost hoped it would be Brittany since he had experience kissing her before she and Santana started dating. At least he would be familiar with her kissing technique. But hopes like that don't come true, and it wasn't Brittany.

Everyone started to "ooooh" in disbelief and excitement when they saw the nose of the bottle pointed at Blaine. Kurt sighed. Of course this had to happen right after Santana questioned the stays of their relationship.

Blaine gave a small laugh and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Kurt. Kurt rolled his eyes. Everyone was going to get off on two best friends being forced to kiss each other.

"Let's give the people what they want," Blaine said.

"Just this one time," Kurt deadpanned, and they moved together at the same time to meet in the middle. Kurt was expecting just a tiny peck on the lips, but it was as if he was looking into a river and he fell in face first. All of a sudden, he was drowning.

Blaine's lips were soft and full. They tasted vaguely of a mix of different drinks, but it didn't taste bad like Kurt anticipated. Blaine tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, and that's when Kurt felt a spark of electricity pulse through his entire body. It almost shocked him to the point where he was stunned into stiffness, but eventually, he allowed his eyes to slowly close as he responded tentatively to the kiss.

It was like taking your first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day or jumping into a pool of water and feeling the coolness rush around you. It was like stretching your libs in the morning and feeling the relief when you let go. It was like nothing Kurt had ever experienced before. He never knew kissing Blaine could feel like this. Sure, he'd had an offhand thought about it once or twice, but it was out of curiosity. Now that he knew, he never wanted it to stop.

The crowd of people began to cheer when Blaine's strong hand cupped the side of Kurt's face, but Kurt barely even heard them. The entire world disappeared. He was thankful for the loud music and people so that no one could hear the tiny whimper he emitted against Blaine's lips.

And just like that, the kiss was over just as quickly as it began. Blaine was the first one to pull away, and he was laughing while people behind him clapped him on the back. Kurt sat there, stunned. His eyes lingered on Blaine's laughing face and wild curls that were beginning to break out of his hair gel. When Blaine made eye contact with him, Kurt woke up from his trance. He blinked several times and cleared his throat.

"I have to go the bathroom, be right back," he said with a forced smile, hoping no one would notice the dumbfounded expression on his face.

Kurt nearly ran into the bathroom. Thankfully, there was no one throwing up or making out. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He stared into the mirror, his reflection looking flushed and stupefied. Kurt could feel his heart beating in his ears and his pink cheeks made him look like he drank more than he did. He brought his hand up to his lips and touched them; like he was making sure what happened was real. He gulped and took a deep breath.

He felt ethereal. Stunned. Scared.

How long was this night going to last?

Kurt snuggled into his blankets, inviting the warmth to encompass him. He brought his hand up to rub at his before opening them. He nearly jumped out of his bed at the sight that greeted him. Blaine's bright eyes were focused on directly on Kurt. He lay beside him dressed in his pajamas. His curly hair was free from its gel, and a soft smile played on his lips. Kurt stared back at him, confused.

"When did you get here? I thought I dropped you off at home," Kurt said groggily.

Blaine didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips firmly against Kurt's. Kurt squeaked at the sensation of Blaine's mouth touching him. Blaine's arm curled around Kurt's waist, and slowly, Kurt allowed his hand to touch Blaine's stubbly jaw. He'd never gone this far with anyone. He'd only made out with Brittany in his basement, but never had Kurt experienced lying down in a bed clad in his pajama's with someone. Let alone a boy, for that matter.

Kurt let out a shaky breath and Blaine pulled away. "We can stop if you want to."

Kurt bit his lip and shook his head. "No," he whispered, and brought his lips back to Blaine's. His fingers gently curled in Blaine's soft hair. Blaine sighed Kurt's name against his lips over and over…

The sound of Kurt's phone dinging startled him awake. Without even thinking, he let out a mix between a yell and a gasp and pushed his phone off his bedside table. Kurt's heart beat like a hummingbird's. It was then that he remembered that he indeed did drop Blaine off at his house and he wasn't in Kurt's room. It was only a dream.

Kurt lay his head back down on his pillow, trying to get his breathing under control. He'd never had such a vivid dream before. Slowly, Kurt leaned over the edge of his bed and retrieved his phone. There was a text from Blaine.

thanks for dropping me off last night. Sorry if I was hard to handle. Im so hungover, lol -_-

Kurt wondered if Blaine even remembered the kiss. He wasn't completely shitfaced, but he definitely was drunk enough to get a hangover, as it was made apparent in his text. To be honest, Kurt was a little hurt that Blaine hadn't mentioned the kiss. Maybe it wasn't that important to him.

Kurt wished he had that mentality right now.

"Hey!"

Kurt jumped from where he was standing at his locker. Blaine was there, chipper in the morning as always. He smiled at Kurt, holding out a white paper cup. "Here, I had extra time in the morning. I got you a coffee."

There must have been something wrong with Kurt's vision, because Blaine looked different. Every part of him was visually amplified in Kurt's perspective. Blaine's eyes seemed a little brighter, his smile a little wider and his overall aura a little stronger. Kurt could smell Blaine's cologne coming off of his neck, and Kurt swallowed. It was as if Kurt could see Blaine through a magnified glass and every detail was more pronounced. Kurt always knew that his friend was a good-looking guy. Straight guys were allowed to find other guys attractive, no matter how many times society would call those men "gay" for thinking that. But this time was different. This time, Kurt felt something strange tense in his chest when he saw Blaine.

He remembered that Blaine was holding out a cup. Kurt took it, and their fingers brushed briefly. Kurt swallowed again.

"Thanks," he said, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Looks like someone's better from their hangover."

"Yeah," Blaine shrugged. "It didn't last too long. Did you have fun at the party? I feel like you were monitoring me for the whole night."

"It was no problem," Kurt said. "Nothing I haven't handled before."

"You could have went off and had fun," Blaine said. "I wouldn't have minded."

"It's not really my scene anyway," Kurt replied, remembering what Mercedes said to him. "Besides, what are friends for?"

Blaine smiled and patted Kurt on the arm. "I'll see you at lunch."

Kurt watched Blaine walk away, and the coffee in his hand didn't feel nearly as warm as Blaine's touch.

Kurt stopped himself from having a full on freak out. It was normal to look at someone differently after you kissed them. At least, for Kurt it was. He didn't do hookups, which was probably why he wasn't used to kissing people once and forgetting about it. Kurt thought he would be back to normal in no time and he could stop feeling so awkward around Blaine.

A week and a half after the party, his feelings remained.

Kurt grew more and more confused every day. He didn't understand why he couldn't shake these feelings. He'd never felt this way about Blaine before. Blaine was the friend who was always there for him no matter what. He could stay up late and laugh about stupid reality TV shows with you, and in the same moment, he could console you if you had a problem in your life. It was hard for Kurt to remember a time when Kurt wasn't friends with Blaine.

Glee club was having duets week, and Kurt and Blaine weren't partners. They usually weren't since they spent so much time together outside of school anyways. Kurt was generally okay with this. But then he had to sit and watch Rachel and Blaine sing "Don't You Want Me", and the strange tensing sensation in Kurt's chest returned. Watching Blaine and Rachel twirl around each other flirtatiously made Kurt want to look down at the floor and disappear. He was glad everyone in the room was jamming out and bobbing their heads to the music instead of looking at him. But he never noticed Santana glance his way numerous times throughout the song.

That night, Kurt's phone rang. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.

"Hello?" Kurt said.

"I asked Finn for your number. Hope you don't mind?"

Kurt recognized Santana's voice. "Why would you need my number?"

"Because I need to talk to you, smart ass. But maybe we should do it in private. Like, in real life. Meet me after school."

"What do you need to talk about?" Kurt asked. "Am I in trouble? Are you gonna tell all your cheerio friends something embarrassing about me?"

"Jeez, no Hummel. Just come, okay?

He agreed and hung up. He found Finn in the hallway. They were both still adjusting with living together. Finn and Kurt came from opposite sides of the social spectrum. Kurt was considered a "loser" (even though Kurt begged to differ) and Finn was the quarterback of the football team. But Finn was used to being around unpopular people like Kurt: he too was in the glee club and he used to have a thing with Rachel. Besides the fact that Finn was kind of clumsy and he liked to leave his dirty dishes in the sink, Finn was nice and never gave Kurt a hard time at school. Their parents would be getting married in two weeks, so they'd have to get used to living together.

"Why does Santana need to talk to me? She never talks to me. Like, ever," Kurt said.

Finn shrugged. "Don't ask me. She just wanted your number."

Kurt barely slept that night. He knew this couldn't be good.

Kurt had to cancel his plans with Blaine after school to talk to Santana. They were supposed to do their homework together at the Lima Bean, but Kurt had told Blaine he had to go home early to help Burt and Carole finalize their wedding plans. Whatever this was with Santana had better be good, because he rarely ever cancelled plans with Blaine.

Santana was waiting on a bench behind the school, examining her manicured nails. She was dressed in her cheerios uniform, as always.

"Are you required to wear that uniform every day? Or does it give you a rush?" Kurt asked.

Santana glared at him. "No, asshole. We have to wear them to promote school spirit."

"This school has a spirit?" Kurt asked sarcastically.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Sit down."

He did, and Santana continued to look at her nails for a while longer. Just as Kurt was about to ask if he could leave, Santana spoke. "So. You're gay."

Kurt flushed, but quickly composed a practiced annoyed expression. "Why do you keep asking me that?"

"You're not good at lying, Hummel," Santana said. "You can stall and buy time, but you can't lie. I know you have a thing for Blaine."

"I do not have a thing for Blaine," Kurt said, emphasizing every word.

"I saw you staring at him like a lost puppy in glee club, which is weird, because I saw him as more of the dog type in your relationship."

"What?"

"He's the dog. You know, he's more excited about stuff than you are. You're the cat, all independent."

Kurt gave Santana a strange look. "Sorry," she said. "Brittany puts this shit inside my head."

"Great," Kurt said. "I'm so glad you told me that. Can I leave now?"

"Can you just wait for one minute?" Santana snapped, starting to get annoyed. "God, you're worse than my abuela when she wants something to be over."

Kurt waited, giving Santana a "hurry up I got stuff to do" look.

"When you've been out as long as I have, you perfect your gaydar over time," Santana said. "And I'm never wrong. So why don't you just tell me?"

"Why should I tell you?" Kurt nearly yelled. "You're not my friend. I don't even know you that well. We're in one club together and that's it. Even if I was gay, what makes you think I have to tell you anything?"

Kurt turned away from her, but he didn't get up and leave. He needed to sit down for a few minutes to calm himself down. He stared at the pavement beneath their feet and slouched, pretending that Santana wasn't there.

"Look, I'm sorry," she said after some time had passed. "I'm a pushy person. I'm not trying to get it out of you because I want some juicy gossip. I can just tell when people are bullshitting, and you're going off the charts."

Kurt said nothing, so Santana continued.

"When I realized I was gay, I was scared shitless. The one thing I needed in the world was someone to talk to, and I never got that. I could at least return the favor for some other kid."

Kurt would never admit it, but he was surprised to see such a soft side to Santana. She was known at school for being a huge bitch, but hearing her speak like this made Kurt think he was talking to another person. It looked like nerds and unpopular people weren't the only people who got stereotyped.

"I can tell something is wrong," Santana said. "I could tell since my party and in glee. And I don't do this often, Hummel. But I feel inclined to help you, for whatever reason."

Kurt continued to stare down at the ground again, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Santana spoke again. "You can tell me."

Kurt hung his head low. "I kissed Blaine at the party and now nothing makes sense."

Santana nearly choked. "Wait, you mean that was the first time you guys kissed?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh, shit. I know you were saying you weren't a couple, but I at least thought you guys have hooked up in the past."

Kurt shook his head. "I've never thought of Blaine like that until now."

Santana got quiet. She nodded like she knew exactly what Kurt was talking about, which she did.

"I don't know what's going on with me," Kurt half-whispered. "I don't know what I want."

Kurt almost smiled when Santana placed her hand on his back and rubbed it up and down in a soothing motion. Just then, Kurt's phone buzzed. There was a text from Blaine.

Come over for movies tomorrow? (:

Santana peered over Kurt's shoulder to look. "Are you gonna go?"

Kurt sighed. "I guess. He's my best friend, I can't just blow him off because things are getting weird."

"Does he feel the same way?" Santana asked.

"No," Kurt responded immediately. "There's no way."

There was a silence between them again, until Kurt spoke in a timid voice.

"What was it like?" he asked. "When you knew?"

Santana took a moment to think about it. "Probably a lot like how you're feeling. I was confused as hell. I wanted to deny it since I've been having sex with guys since forever. I thought, 'if I'm gay, then why the hell is my body telling me now after I've slept with all these guys?' but its different for everyone. Some people know since when they're kids, and others figure it out when they're old and married."

Santana paused. "But when I met Britt and started messing around with her…it felt different. It didn't feel as rushed or sloppy. Everything was just right with her."

Kurt's heart warmed and throbbed at Santana's words. He wanted so, so much to be comforted by them. But there was something holding him back.

Blaine texted him saying the front door was open, so Kurt let himself in. It was a Saturday, so they didn't need to worry about school the next day. Kurt was excited to spend time with Blaine. There was that extra shot of adrenaline coursing through his veins every time he thought about being alone with Blaine. His parents weren't around that night, so no one would be bothering them.

Kurt headed upstairs to find Blaine in a t-shirt and black boxers. Kurt had seen his friend in his underwear several times, but this time, he felt the need to look away.

"Hey," Blaine smiled. He snatched a pair of navy blue sweatpants off his bed and pulled them over his legs. The waistband of his underwear was still visible, and Kurt could make out the contours of Blaine's back through his shirt.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in forever," Blaine said.

Kurt smiled. 'It's only been a few days since we last hung out."

"I know. But you've been so busy with your dad's wedding. I need my daily dosage of best friend."

Hearing Blaine describe him as a drug made Kurt blush, as strange as that sounded.

"Come on," Blaine said, leading him into the living room. They settled on watching RENT, even though they'd both watched it together a million times and knew every line by heart. Just as they reached "I'll Cover You", Kurt got quiet.

"You okay?" Blaine asked, nudging Kurt's leg with his foot from where he was sprawled out across the couch.

"Fine," Kurt lied.

"Something seems like its wrong," Blaine mentioned, concern in his eyes. "You're quieter than usual."

"It's…the stress of my dad's wedding. There's still so much to do. I just feel bad not being there with him and Carole, that's all. And…I'm thinking about what I'm gonna say in my speech."

"You deserve a night off," Blaine said, and lay his head down on the couch close to Kurt's leg. "And you'll do fine on your speech. You're the most compassionate guy ever. You always know the right thing to say."

Kurt beamed. "You're coming to the wedding, right?"

"Duh," Blaine replied. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. And I'll be right there in the crowd, cheering you on."

Blaine closed his eyes and hummed along to the music. Kurt took the time to stare at Blaine's peaceful, handsome face. Only he got to see Blaine like this; completely decomposed and disheveled like he was now. His eyes followed the long dip of Blaine's throat.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice coming out hoarsely. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Um, you know, we never got to talk about what happened at Santana's party."

Blaine swallowed, but he didn't open his eyes yet. "What about it?"

"…You do remember what happened, right?"

It was then that Blaine opened his eyes. He looked up at Kurt. "Of course I do."

"Oh," Kurt said. "It's just that, we usually talk about stuff after something…weird happens."

Blaine shrugged. "It's all good, right? It was only a kiss. What best friends haven't kissed before?"

Kurt felt something in his heart shatter. He didn't allow it to affect his composition; he had to remain cool in front of Blaine. "Yeah, of course," Kurt replied with a joking tone in his voice. "It's all good."

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" Blaine asked. "I'm sorry. I was pretty drunk."

"No! No, I was fine. It was all right. Um, sorry, I don't know why I brought it up."

"Don't apologize," Blaine smiled. "You were right. We didn't talk about it yet. But it's fine now."

Blaine gave another grin to his friend before turning back to the screen. Kurt had the sudden urge to leave. He barely paid any attention to the movie.

"Why don't you just tell him?" Santana told him one day after glee rehearsal.

"I can't just do that, Santana," he hissed. "He has no idea that I'm…that I might be gay. I don't even know if I'm gay. I kissed one guy. How do I know if I'm just into Blaine and not other guys?"

She shrugged. "He's your best friend. You should talk to him about it."

"Yeah, but this isn't like you and Brittany. You were hooking up with her for a year before you told her you were in love with her. I can't risk my friendship like that with Blaine."

"He's going to your dad's wedding, right?" Santana asked. "Jeez. That sounds like a recipe for disaster."

"Why?"

"Because everyone hooks up at weddings."

Kurt's heart began to pound at the idea of him and Blaine doing more than just kissing. "That won't happen," he said. Santana just grinned like the Cheshire cat; like she knew something Kurt didn't.