Authors Note: Okay. Thanks for all the reviews. You guys are all awesomesauce. With apples. Appleawesomesauce. Okay, now I'm just babbling. A promise is a promise. At least one thousand words for this chapter. :)

This chapter is most defo for 13 and over, it's earned it's T status.
Its not graphic, but it has got some, uh, terms in there so be warned.

Oh, and I don't own Glee. I forgot to say that in the other chapters. :)

"Okay then! I'll ask first. " Santana said slyly. "Hummel."
"Yes?"
"How many people have you slept with?"
Kurt cringed. "I'll strip." With that, he tossed his hat into the center, and it landed with a dull thud. "Do I ask a question now?"
"Yep."
"Okay then. Mercy."
"Yeah?"
"Who do you love?" Crap. You. I love you will all my mind, my heart, and every fibre of my being. But I can't say that. If only he wasn't capital G gay. If only..."
"Cede's?"
Nobody."
"Liar."
"Fine. Then I'll strip. " She tossed her watch onto Kurt's hat. "Puck, if you had to kiss another guy, who would you kiss?
"Kurt," he said, a little too quickly. Did he really just say that? Balls. "Only because I've kissed him before." He grinned cheekily at the soprano, who was shooting him death glares. Puck chuckled. This was just too fun. He chose to ask Kurt as well. Actually, everyone asked Kurt embarrassing questions. He blatantly refused to answer any of them. And it was only a matter of minutes before he was in his underwear and socks.

And then just in his underwear.

"So, Kurt. Ever had sex in public?" Santana asked. Why did he ask Santana? Nuts. "Kurtie, dearest. We're waiting."
"Yes. "
"What?"
"Did I stutter?"
"I just didn't peg you as the ty-"
"Can I just ask the next question?" Kurt sighed. He asked Tina. She didn't answer many questions. And she didn't ask embarrassing things. Inevitably, soon scantily clad.

And Tina asked Kurt back in turn. As soon as she closed her mouth at the end her devilish question, the rest of the gleek's mouths opened wickedly.
"Have you ever worn a thong?"
"I'm not going to answer that."
"Either that or strip...Your call."
"Strip."
"Whattt..?"
"Haters gonna hate." He tossed his Y-fronts onto the growing pile of clothes. Mostly his clothes, really. The was three hats, countless shoes, six shirts, two pants, a skirt, numerous watches and bracelets, a bra (Santana's, even though she still had her shirt on, much to the amusement of the straight boys of the party), and waistcoat, net gloves , eight socks and one pair of slightly used white Y fronts. He turned around to . That clicking has been going on all night. Well, for the last 2 hours that the party had been going on for.
"Wanky, wanky!" Santana and Brittany cheered. It was hard to hear them as the rest of the glee clubbers and the few Warblers were bursting at the seams with laughter.
"Tina, ya betch, ever given someone a Bee-Jay?" Tina flushed scarlet. All she had left was her tee shirt before she was in just her underwear. And she was waaay too self conscious to take that off. But she couldn't lie.
"I have."
"To who?"
"Sorry, that's not part of the question!" Kurt started to pout. But it was impossible to take him seriously when he was... bare. And she just started giggling instead. Hopelessly giggling. Into fits of giggles. And then Quinn looked at her, then at him, and the giggles took over her too. And then Santana started. Not the giggling part, but the looking at Kurt part. And then she slid her tongue off the bottom of her upper lip, staring at him with a sexy-innocent semi smile. Blaine, clearly not happy about the Latino cheerleader ogling his boyfriend, suggested a new game.

"Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

The gleeks who decided to strip hastily pulled on their clothes and resumed their seats. In the meantime it was decided to use Kurt's coat closet as the "room". "So Kurt, how long have you been in here ?" questioned Wes nonchalantly.
"Huh?"
"You know, in the closet." Wes stifled a giggle.
"Har Har. Hilarious. So, who's first?"
"Someone get a bottle and spin it."
"Theres one over there."
"Get it."
"You get it."
"No."
"Just get up off your ass and get the bottle."
"Fuck you."
"That was harsh."
"I'm sorry."
"Really?"
"Of course not. Get the bottle."
"Its about two feet away from you."
"So?"

The glee clubbers and few Warblers sat in their wonky circle, watching the glass vodka bottle turning, spinning, rotating...

"BLAINE!"cried the screeching teenagers.
Blaine lent into the center spun the bottle warily. "This will be total Deja vu if it lands on Finn," he remarked nervously.
"That would be soooo awkward..." replied the tall teenager.

Blaine grimaced. No such luck.

"SANTANA!"

So guys how's this? Many many many words, and it took longer than I thought. Please review. Please please please! Also, this won't be any longer than six chapters. I think. Depends on how this is received. I'm also thinking about some party crashers? Yes? No?

Thanks again for all the reviews!