A/N: I'm super excited for 'Rumors' tomorrow.
Oh, and there's probably a few spelling errors on this...I haven't edited (where's the time?)
"Black Ops was shit, if you ask me." Blaine grinned, earning a swat from Sam.
"Was not!" he cried and Finn laughed.
"I have to admit, Zombie mode was good," Puck reasoned. "And Call of Duty 3 was amazing on the Wii."
The New Direction boys, minus Kurt, sat around the table with Blaine. They'd been talking for a good half hour, their conversations jumping and changing from different topics. Kurt was sitting a few metres away, boredly tapping away on his phone. He was half-heartedly playing a game, not really being able to follow the conversation.
Blaine noticed his forlorn expression and stumbled over, tripping on a random bar.
"You okay?" Blaine gently touched his hair, careful not to misplace any strands.
Kurt gave him a small smile. "Yeah, of course."
"You can go up and see the girls, if you want," Blaine said softly. "I don't mind."
"Yeah, but they're half asleep and not talking about anything remotely worthwhile." Kurt smiled.
"Pikers..." Puck muttered from behind them.
Blaine simply grinned and rubbed Kurt's hand gently. "Come join us."
Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Why? I can't contribute..."
"I want you near me." Blaine smiled, kissing his fingertips.
Kurt gave a breathy laugh, standing up.
"Here," Blaine pushed him away gently. "I'll get the chair."
Kurt just beamed as Blaine picked up the large chair, which was surprisingly heavy. He lifted it high over his head, his strong muscles slightly strained as he carried it to the boys. They had resumed their conversation, now onto the topic of Metal Gear Solid. Blaine and Kurt settled silently, waiting until the flow of conversation moved to something Blaine could relate to.
Kurt just waited. No matter how many times Blaine begged him to play...whatever the hell the names of those games were...RPG? FPS? Kurt refused. It didn't seem right to blast the head off a zombie with a handgun. And it was horribly inaccurate too.
Blaine was animatedly talking about the graphics of a PS3 to an Xbox. Kurt was trying to listen - he really was, and as sexy as his boyfriend sounded when he was passionate, he just couldn't follow. He was grateful when his phone buzzed.
Rachel B. (1:45) It's like, almost two in the morning. Do you boys plan on sleeping...at all?
Kurt let out a grin, listening into the conversation again. They were talking Mortal Kombat, whatever the hell that was.
Yeah, no.
Rachel B. (1:51) You're being awfully loud. What are you even doing there? You hate that gaming stuff.
Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was doing an impression of some character called McTavish...who was apparently Scottish. Seeing him, his eyes alight and full of joy made Kurt grin. It didn't matter that he didn't know why they were calling him 'Soap'.
I'm being with my boyfriend.
So, they had gone from Call of Duty, to Metal Gear Solid, to Mortal Kombat then back to Call of Duty. The other boys were all following without any confusion - they didn't even seem to mind when Mike suddenly changed the conversation to 'Fallout: New Vegas'.
Rachel B. (1:59) As hopelessly cute as that sounded, we want you to come up here. Please? Blaine will deal.
Kurt sighed. It sounded very appealing. Blaine glanced over at him, raising his eyebrow as he grabbed a sip of his Coke.
"I'm going to go upstairs."
"Piker," Puck repeated, and Blaine sent him a small glare.
"I'm not piking. I'm checking on your girlfriends." Kurt grinned, earning guilty looks.
Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him down for a kiss on the cheek - earning grossed out noises. Blaine just grinned and waved Kurt off. He made his way to the upstairs as their conversation continued about the importance of choosing the right perks.
The girls sat in a circle, with Moulin Rogue playing softly in the background. Nail polish and make-up was spread around.
"Well aren't you a bit stereotypical?" Kurt grinned, and the girls beamed up at him.
"We got bored." Tina shrugged, the green eye-shadow a little too thick and so not her shade.
Kurt's phone beeped, and he looked at it with interest.
Blaine A. (2:06) I miss you.
Kurt melted a little. How adorable.
"What's it say?" Mercedes asked, and Kurt showed the girls the text. There were rounds of 'awwh' before Kurt settled on a beanbag near them.
"I vote, truth or dare." Lauren said immediately, and Kurt flushed. Those games didn't usually end up well.
"Only if the boys come up too." Tina interjected, and Kurt nodded vigorously.
"I'll text Finn." Rachel grinned,
No more than five minutes later, the boys had joined them.
"That was fast." Kurt commented as Blaine greeted him with a kiss.
"We were running out of chips." Puck stated, grabbing a bag of Doritos before settling in.
"Of course." Santana rolled her eyes.
There was a refill on drinks and snacks before the game actually began.
"Who wants to go first?"
"Whoa, whoa wait! Ground rules," Sam called. "If you refuse your truth, you have to complete a dare."
"That's for pussies," Puck shook his head. "You don't do your truth and we can assume the crap out of anything you say, then take the piss out of you anytime we feel like it."
Sam shrugged. "That works too."
"Other than that, nothing leaves this room," Rachel confirmed. "Are we clear?"
They all nodded, and Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand - preparing himself for the worst.
"I'll go first," Puck said eagerly. "Blaine, truth or dare?"
Blaine raised his eyebrows, but grinned. "Truth."
"Do you swallow or spit?"
Kurt almost choked on his own tongue. Blaine laughed, a warm blush creeping up his cheeks as Kurt shot him an apologetic look.
"Swallow." he practically whispered and Puck simply laughed.
"Jesus Christ." Kurt was beet red, staring at the ground while the others gave little chuckles.
"Your turn Blaine." Rachel called.
"Right," he muttered, shaking his head. "Sam...truth or dare?"
"Truth..." Sam was looking slightly worried.
"Uhm...how far have you gone?"
"Why are they all sexual?" Mercedes hissed.
Sam flushed. "Ugh...making out? A bit of groping..."
Puck was in stitches, rolling around letting out bellowing laughs. Sam threw a crumpled up peice of paper at him, and Santana rubbed his leg, half sympathetic, half suggestive. He swatted her away.
"Rachel," Sam got over his humility. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare!" she grinned, and the boys let out whooping noises.
"Okay...um..." he suddenly got up, his 'lightbulb' face coming on. He hurried into the kitchen. "Wait here."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, trying to see into the kitchen. Cupboards opened and closed, things were poured and bottles were squeezed. A few moments later, Sam returned with a tall glass of liquid.
"Are there floaties in that?" Kurt asked, his face still slightly red.
Sam nodded proudly. "I dare you to scull this entire glass."
Rachel stared at him, bug-eyed. "What's in it?"
"You only get to know that after you drink it."
Rachel took the glass and took a deep breath.
"I won't die, right?"
Sam shook his head and she took another breath, knocking it back. She squealed as the liquid passed her throat, accompanied by some weird ass lumps. Her other fist clenched the couch cushions, but she drained it.
Dropping the glass onto the mattress, she held her throat and stomach a little feebily.
"Ugh." she muttered, looking green.
"Bathroom is that way!" Blaine cried, pointing down the hall, but she didn't get up.
The feeling passed and she actually smiled. "That was, by far, the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. What the hell was in it?"
"Tomato Sauce, orange, red and green cordial, a teaspoon of sugar, a teaspoon of salt, something that looked like honey and blue gatorade."
Rachel shook her head. "If I die of...poisoning, I'm blaming you,"
The game continued for a very long time - each person doing their share of truths and dares. Questions ranged from 'Have you been skinny-dipping' to 'Have you gone the whole day without wearing underwear', while Puck was dared to go outside, loudly complaining about his 'crabs', to Sam getting make-up all over his face.
As the sky turned from a dark blue to light blue, orange and pink, the group of friends were all still very awake.
"Okay, Kurt," Mercedes grinned, heading into the kitchen. She emerged with a can of whipped cream. "I dare you to eat this off Blaine's tongue,"
Kurt laughed, blushing again. Hell, when had he stopped blushing? Every single one of his truth's or dare's had to do with Blaine, and vice versa.
"I think the weirdest thing about this is that they probably do this anyway," Santana muttered very quietly, but loud enough for the couple to still hear.
Blaine gave her the finger, escorted with a playful grin to show he was only joking.
Mercedes shook the whipped cream, before spraying it onto Blaine's face. He squeaked girlishly. The cream was cold!
"I thought you said tongue!" Blaine muttered, answering the snickers from the noise he made. "You got everywhere else!"
Mercedes just shrugged. "Mouth. Open. Now."
"That's what she said," Finn whispered, earning more giggles from the others.
After laughing, Blaine held his mouth open. Whipped cream filled his mouth, and he fought the urge to laugh. Projectile whipped cream onto his friends was not the desired outcome for this night.
"Go." Mercedes urged Kurt on, and he flushed, sitting up on his knees to gain height over Blaine.
Trying to forget about the eyes that were trained on his every move, Kurt licked the whipped cream sitting on top of his tongue - not actually making any contact with him. Blaine let out an impatient noise, sucking in a breath through his nose. With a slight laugh, Kurt gave him a giant lick, their tongues touching tightly. Kurt brought it into a kiss, sucking the remaining whipped cream into his mouth.
He could feel the cream on Blaine's face start attaching itself to his own, and he laughed. Blaine broke away, licking the cream from Kurt's face.
"Does anyone feel..." Quinn started.
"Like we're watching gay porn?" Santana finished. "Yes."
Kurt and Blaine sprung apart, their faces turning red.
"I...I think that's enough of that game." Rachel said softly, and the others reluctantly nodded.
"Shit," Puck cursed. "It's like...six in the morning."
The others turned to the windows, surprise etched on their faces.
"Wow." they commented, and as if it were the trigger, they all seemed to yawn simultaniously.
"Bedtime." Brittany muttered, who'd been relatively quiet all night.
They all agreed and started slipping into their respective sleeping bags, sorting themselves out on mattresses.
"I think...we need to go clean up." Blaine said softly to Kurt, wiping a sliver of cream off with his finger. He sucked it gently, and Kurt bit his lip, nodding slightly.
Gripping hands, Blaine lead the way to the bathroom.
Not being able to resist himself, Kurt took Blaine's face in his hands, tilting it slightly so he could reach a bit of cream. He licked it off, following the trail to the next wad of cream.
"Unfair." Blaine muttered, his eyes closed. Kurt's tongue was warm and amazing against his face.
"Shh." Kurt hushed him gently, licking at his forehead.
Blaine looked into the mirror, and raised his eyebrow at Kurt. "You do realise I don't have anymore cream on my face, right?"
Kurt just grinned, nibbling his ear.
A/N: :D Fun. Oh, it's my birthday on the 9th, so forgive this weeks updatelessness. I've got to sort out my computer, as well as figure out what I'm doing for my sweet 16th, as well as my freaking assignments -.-
OH! and did anyone watch Starship? How freakin epic was that shiz? I'm going as Taz for Halloween this year.
And also, if anyone needs to ever fangirl/boy about ANYTHING Klaine/Starship/Glee/Darren/Chris related, feel free to PM me - I'm always up for a good listen and fangirl with you.
