A/N: Hi... I've been gone for a while... sorry 'bout that. No internet. Plus writer's block. Plus a bunch of other excuses that you probably don't care about. Eh.
This came from TheShrimpyGleek: Blaine thinks Kurt is really bad at video games so they make a bet and the loser has to... Do something embarrassing (I can't think of anything specific) when really Kurt has been to many of Finn and Pucks game tournaments and he's really good!
I really enjoyed writing this one. I might have gotten off topic at some points... I don't really know much about videogames. Or anything at all. Please excuse me if this isn't accurate. Also, I know I wrote in this that Kurt and Blaine are in the same grade, and I know that this is not correct, but it flowed better like this.
One more thing: for the sake of this story, I'm going to say that Kurt and Blaine board at Dalton and Blaine doesn't have a roommate.
Disclaimer: Did you ever really think I owned Glee? Did you really?
"I bet you fifty cents that I'm going to win," Finn said to Puck, clicking away madly on his controller, eyes glued to the TV screen.
"I bet you a dollar," Puck replied.
"Two dollars."
"Five dollars."
"Ten dollars."
"Twenty."
"Fifty."
"Seriously?" Kurt asked from the floor where he was watching the figures on screen shooting each other with guns. "You guys are going to bet fifty dollars over a video game? Do you even have fifty dollars?"
"He's got a point," Puck said.
"How about… loser has to do the winner's homework for a week."
"No one would win in that situation," Kurt snorted.
"Okay then, how about the loser has to get his nails painted by Kurt," Finn suggested.
"What makes you think I know how to paint nails?" Kurt asked.
"You paint Carole's nails all the time. And occasionally your own," Finn smirked.
"Once, Finn. That was only once. And fine, I'll do it."
And they went back to their game. Finn and Puck were calling out to the screen and yelling crude names at each other. Even though he wasn't playing, Kurt was equally involved in the game, yelling out the keys to be pressed or what was going to happen. I really need to stop coming to their tournaments, Kurt thought at one point.
Eventually, Puck's avatar had cornered Finn's and was about to kill him. "D!" Kurt yelled. "Press D, Finn! Press D!"
"You can't tell him what to do!" Puck shouted.
"Yeah!" Finn agreed, getting distracted from trying to get Puck from killing his character. Of course, Puck used this advantage to finish him off.
"Told you you should have pressed D."
"Ha!" Puck yelled in Finn's face. "I won! Now you have to get your nails painted! Ha ha! Sucks for you!"
Honestly, could they be any more immature?
"As much as I would love to do Finn's nails now," Kurt said sarcastically, "I have plans with Blaine."
"You always have plans with Blaine," Finn grumbled.
"Tell him to come over," Puck said. "He can paint Finn's nails with you."
"You're not going to let me get away, are you?"
"Nope."
"Fine, I'll tell him to come over."
"Yes!" Puck said as Kurt whipped out his phone and started tapping out a text to Blaine.
"What are we doing today?" Blaine asked when he arrived.
"Painting Finn's nails," Kurt called from the bathroom where he was gathering the supplies.
"Excuse me?" Whatever Blaine was expecting to hear, it certainly wasn't that.
"He lost a bet," Kurt explained. "If I hadn't talked him out of it, he would have had to pay Puck fifty dollars."
Wow, Blaine mouthed. "What'd they bet on?" he asked.
"A video game," Kurt answered, then called, "Finn! Get over here!"
Murmurs came from the kitchen, followed by a few thumps. There was a thud, and Kurt nervously glanced over at Blaine. The shorter boy looked back and shrugged. A few moments later, Puck came out of the kitchen followed by a dazed-looking Finn.
"He's ready, boys," Puck smirked.
"Cool," Kurt replied. "We're all ready, as well." He pulled up a stool to where Finn was sitting and picked up the nail clippers. Kurt took one of Finn's hands and turned it over a few times before saying, "You have really short nails. I was going to cut them, but I'm not sure if that's possible."
"I bite my nails," Finn explained.
"That sound grosses me out," Kurt said and shuddered. He then searched for a bottle in the collection of nail supplies. "I forgot something in the bathroom," he said, then left the room.
When Kurt arrived at the bathroom, he saw the bottle sitting on the counter exactly where he had left it with the intention of not forgetting it. Obviously, that hadn't worked.
Snatching up the bottle, he made his way back to the living room.
"…bet with Kurt."
"Kurt stopped short when he heard his name. Blaine was going to make a bet with him? Quietly, he inched closer to the doorway, where he could see but not be seen.
"About what?" Finn asked.
"Video games," Blaine replied. Video games? "I'm pretty good at them, and I don't think Kurt is." What is Blaine getting at? "I have something I really want him to do. Do you know if Kurt is good at video games?" Blaine asked Puck and Finn.
We'll just let him see for himself if I'm any good, Kurt thought and entered the room.
"Hey guys," Kurt said, startling all occupants of the room. "What are we talking about?"
"Not you," Finn said, and received a kick in the shin from Blaine.
"Let's get started," Blaine said. "I'll tell you more about it as we work." More like while I work.
Kurt resumed his position in front of Finn and holding his hand. Nearly a year ago, he would have died to be in this position. So many things had changed since. "I'm going to be getting the dirt out from under your nails," Kurt said, "so it might hurt a bit. Please try not to move your hand much, or else it will hurt more." Finn nodded. "So," Kurt said to Blaine, "what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Umm…" Blaine looked to Finn and Puck, but neither responded. Kurt quirked an eyebrow, and seeing that he was on his own, Blaine continued, "I want to make a bet with you."
"Is that so?" Kurt said while holding up Finn's hand to admire his work so far. Blaine nodded but stayed silent. "Aren't you going to tell me what you want to bet?" he questioned.
"Oh yeah…" The shorter boy looked to Finn and Puck once more, gnawing on his lip. Neither one even acknowledged his stare. "," Blaine rushed out.
Kurt's heart leapt into his throat then started beating rapidly against his chest. You can't let him know, Kurt thought to himself.
"Now was that so hard to say?" Kurt asked casually, or as casually as he could manage.
Blaine was smiling now. "So, tomorrow night, my dorm," he said.
"But tomorrow's a school night," Kurt whined. "We're going to have homework."
"Get it done before then."
Kurt scowled, but asked, "What are we betting on?"
"If I win," Blaine said, "you have to write a song about me and sing it at Warbler's practice."
"That doesn't seem so hard," Kurt replied.
Blaine added, "While wearing a dress."
"Again, not so hard."
"Then… umm…" Blaine thought for a moment. "You'll let me dress you," he said finally, smirking.
Kurt shuddered. Good thing he wasn't going to lose.
"What would I have to do?" Blaine asked, adding, "You know, if, by some miracle, you won."
"You'll see." Kurt smiled deviously. "Okay, Finn, you're done."
Finn looked at his now sky blue nails and made a face. "I really have to keep this on until it washes off?"
"That was the deal," Kurt reminded.
Finn rolled his eyes and stomped off.
"Kurt," whispered a voice. "Psst. Kuuurt."
"What?" Kurt turned around to face Nick.
"Can you pass this to Jeff?" Nick held out a piece of paper. Kurt glanced to the teacher in the front of the room. He was the kind of teacher who'd give detention for passing notes. Then he looked back to Nick's pleading brown eyes and jutting out lip. Kurt sighed. He could not refuse the puppy-dog face.
"Fine." Kurt grudgingly accepted the slip of paper. He was about to tap Jeff on the shoulder when his boyfriend's name caught his eye. After making sure Nick wasn't looking, Kurt opened up the paper.
Scrawled in Wes' easily identifiable handwriting was written:
Come one! Come all! To the hottest videogame showdown in the history of Dalton Academy!
Tonight. 7 p.m. Blaine Anderson's dorm room.
Be there, or be square.
(pass it on)
Kurt growled and said, "Nick! What is this?" He turned to face the boy in question, who was now wearing a deer-caught-in-headlights expression.
"Umm… surprise?" This did not please Kurt. "It was Wes' idea!"
"Whatever. You guys can come, just be quiet."
"Hmm… not sure if that's possible."
Kurt's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Then his eyes widened in realization. "Nick!" he gasped. "Mind. Out of gutter. Now." Nick snickered.
"So I get to watch?" Nick asked.
"Sure."
"Yes!" Nick said, doing a miniature fist-pump. Then he did a little dance in his seat. I've got to get more normal friends.
"Nick!" the teacher called. "We do not dance during class!"
Kurt smirked at him.
Knock. Knock.
"Come in!" Blaine called from behind the closed door. Kurt started to open the door, but stopped when he hit something. Someone— presumably the person Kurt had hit— let out a yelp.
"Sorry!" Kurt squeaked. Peeking his head inside, Kurt saw Blaine's room overflowing with a mass of blazer-clad boys. "What's going on?" he asked while trying to maneuver his way through the door without hurting anyone else.
"It's a showdown," one of the boys said. "Everyone's invited."
"I thought you would know," Nick said.
"Because, after all, it is your tournament," Jeff added. Both boys flashed him Cheshire grins.
Kurt had always thought there was something between Nick and Jeff; that maybe they weren't just friends. They were very close… But right now wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Right now, Kurt needed to find Blaine so they could start. And so I can win, Kurt thought.
Luckily, Blaine found the taller boy first, so Kurt didn't have to deal with the uncomfortable task of stepping over everyone.
"I am going to freaking murder Wes," Blaine said in a low voice that only Kurt could hear.
"I'll take care of Jeff and Nick," Kurt replied in the same tone. "I know they didn't start it, but I feel they played some part in spreading it."
"Like texting everyone an invitation." Blaine showed Kurt his phone, which held the exact words as were on the paper Kurt saw in class earlier. "I guess they forgot to take me off their mailing list."
Kurt took out his own phone, and, sure enough, there was the text message from Nick. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kurt said, "By "everyone", do you mean everyone in our grade or everyone in the whole school?"
"I'm not sure," Blaine answered. "I know everyone in my class got one…"
"Well, lock the door. No one else can come in." Kurt started making his way towards the door when he caught Blaine looking nervously at the window. "They wouldn't climb in through the window, would they?" Kurt asked.
"You never know," Blaine replied. "Madder things have happened." Kurt made a mental note to ask Blaine what these things were. "I'll lock the windows," Blaine said before Kurt could ask.
Eventually, they were all locked inside. "Let's get started," Blaine said.
When Wes saw them preparing to start, he stood up and took out a megaphone. Kurt eyed him warily. "Gentlemen and gentlemen," he began, "we are gathered here today to witness the greatest showdown in the history of showdowns. Two lovers," Kurt blushed furiously at this, "will go head-to-head to fight for the death! Virtual death, that is. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked.
"You haven't read The Hunger Games?" Kurt gasped. "We need to have a talk about this later."
"Now, without further ado," Wes continued, "let the games begin!"
And begin they did.
Kurt had spent the day working out his strategy for the game. He knew Blaine thought he wasn't good, so he would lead him to believe this. Then he would attack.
Blaine was actually very good at videogames. Of course, he was no match for Kurt. However, for the first ten minutes of the game, he had no idea of this. He just thought Kurt was miraculously fending off fatal attacks at the last minute.
"Ready to give up, yet?" Blaine asked as he advanced menacingly on Kurt's avatar. It looked like all hope was lost. Blaine had knocked the weapon from the taller boy's hand not long before, so Kurt had no way to defend himself. Or so it seemed.
"Never," Kurt replied. Then, with the skill of only a master videogamer, Kurt kicked Blaine's character onto his back and snatched up his weapon before Blaine could even process what was happening. When the shorter boy finally managed to get his avatar to stand up, Kurt went full out on him. Kurt slashed with his sword and jabbed Blaine in the side. Blaine's hands were flying across the controller, trying madly to dodge his boyfriend's attacks. However, he seemed an amateur in Kurt's presence.
Soon after, Kurt had Blaine in the same position they were just moments earlier. In one swift motion, Kurt finished him off.
Blaine sat staring at the screen, mouth gaping open.
"Close your mouth, or you'll catch flies," Kurt teased. Blaine closed his mouth, then opened again, reminding Kurt vividly of a goldfish. "You know, words would help."
"You're good," Blaine said in awe.
"Going to too many of Finn and Puck's tournaments really helps nurture my already exceptional natural talent."
"You're just bragging now," Blaine pouted. Then, as if it just occurred to him, he asked, "What do I have to do?" He immediately regretted this after seeing the devilish grin spreading over Kurt's face.
"Everyone, get out," Kurt directed to the other boys in the room, staring at him as shocked and awe-struck as Blaine had. But they, unlike Blaine, responded and quietly made their way to the door. "Wes," Kurt called.
"You're amazing, Kurt. I would never have guessed that you would be a master at the art of video gaming. That was just beautiful and incredible and all things wonderful. I worship the ground you walk on, O Great One," Wes gushed. "Whatever do you wish to speak with me about?"
"Can I borrow your megaphone?"
Wes looked a little disappointed, but handed him the megaphone anyway. "Take good care of it. I love it almost as much as my gavel."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but agreed to take excellent care of the megaphone. What was it with Wes and these material objects?
"So, now that everyone's gone, can you tell me what I have to do?" Blaine asked. Once again, Kurt grinned deviously.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Blaine said, slipping off his shirt.
"I won, fair and square. Socks and shoes off, too," Kurt reminded. Blaine grumbled something, but took them off anyway. His pants followed, and then he was just in his underwear.
"Do I have to?" Blaine asked pleadingly, desperately willing his boyfriend to say no.
"What do you think?" Kurt asked, and handed him the megaphone.
The shorter boy rolled his eyes, snatched the megaphone from Kurt, and stalked off.
Kurt walked over to the window in the common room and waited expectantly. He saw a figure dart from the building wearing only his underwear. The brunette waited another few moments and then he heard it.
"I'm in love with Kurt Hummel!" Blaine's voice rang out through the megaphone and into the dead-silent night. "I'm in love with Kurt Hummel!" he repeated, and began to make a loop around campus, continuously repeating this phrase.
Kurt smiled to himself, thinking of the video cameras strategically placed— before hand, of course, since he knew he would win— to capture the whole thing. This is so going on YouTube.
A/N: Please send me more prompts!
Yeah, I guess that's all I have to say.
