I have been literally possessed by a story that is way too dark and heavy for my liking, yet doesn't want to let me go until I write it. So I had to take a break and look through my older fics to find something light and silly. Here it is - blame it on angst overload in my word processor.
It's just a series of four separate drabbles that all revolve around one idea: "Pre-Klaine: Blaine has a dream about kisses and Kurt". They were written months ago as a sort of exercise in seeing different stories in a single idea. They are simple, silly and probably cheesy/naive/too intense. Please don't judge me:)
Since is was an exercise, I'd be grateful for your opinions/criticism :)
THE ONE WITH RACHEL'S PARTY
It was the Best Party Ever, woo! He was laughing and dancing and talking with Kurt and maybe drinking a little and jumping and having so much fun, and Finn was so tall and he and Kurt were brothers. Like, brothers! And then they were playing spin the bottle and Rachel was kissing him and it was nice, she wasn't Kurt but she smelled like flowers and tasted like pink and her eyes were pretty. So they sang a duet together and they were awesome and the mics were pink and also bedazzled, and Rachel wanted to kiss some more, so they did, because it felt nice, and then they went to her bedroom and kissed on her pink bed, because it was more comfortable than the basement floor. And he must have drifted off, because then he was dreaming of Rachel kissing Kurt, and he didn't like this dream. At all. Kurt was not some boy toy. Kurt mattered and nobody was allowed to hurt him, not if Blaine could help it. So he pushed through the hazy waters of sleep until he resurfaced.
Rachel was asleep beside him, drooling all over her pink pillow, so he got up a bit unsteadily and went back to the "Oscar room", where the party was dying down. Some people were still there. In a dark corner Brittany was doing something that looked suspiciously like going down on Artie. Mercedes was sprawled over an armchair, asleep. Tina and Mike kept slow-dancing lazily to quiet music seeping from the speakers, and Finn sulked on the edge of the stage, his iPhone in hand. Blaine looked around, searching for Kurt's red shirt – if Finn was still there, his brother must have been nearby. And there he was, on the sofa… lying entangled in Sam's embrace, in the middle of a heated makeout session.
Blaine suddenly felt very, very sober.
"Kurt?" he gasped.
His friend looked up from where he was sucking at the blonde's throat. He was disheveled, flushed, a few buttons undone.
"Go away, Blaine," he slurred a bit, too. "I'm busy. Go find Rachel or something. I don't wanna see you."
Not sparing him another glance, Kurt went back to enthusiastic kissing of Sam's big mouth.
"Don't bother." Finn sounded tired. "I tried a while ago. He told me it was none of my business and asked if watching them was turning me on. He's in one of those moods."
Blaine went to sit by Finn, where he thankfully had no visual on the sofa occupants.
"But Sam…?"
"Wanted to check if he really liked girls and boys."
"I thought Kurt wasn't drinking."
"He wasn't. Until you disappeared in Rachel's bedroom with her. Then he got wasted in record time, lightweight as he is." Finn's tone was bitter. "So, you and Rachel?"
"We just kissed and fell asleep."
"So you're not gay after all?"
"Oh, I am. Got drunk, got stupid. Sorry Finn, I shouldn't have, I know you care about her."
"Hey, she's a big girl. It's not as if you forced her. If I were you, I would worry about Kurt though. He took it bad, honestly. I don't know what you two have going, but..."
Kurt's moans punctuated the sentence then, high and breathless. Blaine winced.
"I'll better go, Rachel said I can bunk in a guest room until I'm ready to drive home. Could you… make sure he doesn't do anything he'll regret?"
"That's the plan. Burt would kill me if I didn't."
"Thanks, man. Night."
Blaine really wanted to just sleep and forget about Kurt's lean body clinging to another boy's downstairs. Another boy who wasn't him. But it was proving to be impossible.