I didn't Authors Note last night. What's up with that?

Anyway, I've had a lot of people ask about the validity of A Very Potter Threequel - something I was going to mention in yesterday's authors note but... yeah, we've been over this already. Anyway! There are 'official' websites that I can send you to, but unfortunately I was just going through the comments on one and it turns out that Matt Lang asked everybody at the event to keep it top secret, not to Tweet it or put it on Tumblr. So of course everybody knows now and apparently that's what they really didn't want because it's not 100% confirmed (which is understandable with Darren's schedule) and they didn't want to give false hope. I feel quite bad now so I'm not going to sit here and say 'Yes, there will be one!' because if there isn't then I'll feel like I helped to spread the story that shouldn't have been spread.

From lollzie and similarly (sort of!) prompted by Syaoran-Lover: A game of the well known and much loved Twister!

I haven't used ND in awhile. Semi-drunken ND would probably work best for this. Syaoran-Lover prompted after I'd already started writing this wanting it to be with the Warblers but I already had this idea in mind.

I should just make it clear that I don't condone underage drinking, or drunkenness. The legal age over here is 18 and I know it's 21 in America. While it may be humorously presented in stories or TV shows, there is a huge danger to it and the risks far outweigh the rewards.

TGTDOSBDK. Which, for those who seem to have forgotten means: They Got Together During Original Song But Didn't Kiss.

Twister

"LET'S PLAY SP-"

"No, Rachel!" Puck shoved a hand over the girl's mouth. "Seriously, not after last time."

Kurt nodded in agreement from where he was sitting with Finn, shooting an amused look over at Blaine who was cringing. They were the only two who weren't in some form of intoxicated state yet, with Rachel and Santana being the most drunk. Kurt was still wary of alcohol, and Blaine just didn't want a repeat of last time, especially since he was now dating Kurt. Kissing someone else would almost certainly screw that up, especially if he kissed that someone before he had even kissed his own boyfriend.

"Well, what can we do then?" Lauren spoke up, looking bored. "No, Puck," she added as the boy opened his mouth, a suggestive look on his face, "I've already told you, we are not 'finding a room together' or anything of the sort." Puck deflated, sitting down next to his ... girlfriend? Blaine wasn't sure what was going on there. Kurt had tried to explain the dynamic once but ended up confusing himself.

Rachel suddenly jumped to her feet and bolted out of the room. A couple of others watched her go with interest - Finn in particular was staring after her, looking concerned while pretending he wasn't - but nobody bothered to ask what was going on. Brittany and Santana started making out in the corner, drawing the attention of all of the straight guys, including Artie who was too drunk to realize that there was something wrong with his girlfriend making out with Santana. Kurt rolled his eyes and stood, moving over to where Blaine was sitting. "Having fun?" he asked, sitting on the couch next to him.

Blaine moved closer and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "While it is mildly amusing to see who ends up drooling first, it is a bit boring. Why was it so much more fun last time?"

"Because you were drunk." Kurt rolled his eyes again, smirking. "Apparently everything's more fun when you're drunk. I wouldn't know, I threw up on someone the last time I got drunk and that is never fun."

There was the sound of pounding footsteps and then Rachel ran back in, carrying a box. "TWISTER!" she announced, looking far too proud of herself.

There was a few seconds of silence, then Puck grinned. "We can totally have fun with this. If you fall, you take a shot."

The rest of the group looked suitably interested and Puck jumped to his feet, grabbing various shot glasses from around the room and piling them up on the floor. Rachel was attempting to lay out the mat straight on the floor, Blaine taking pity on her after the third unsuccessful attempt and doing it for her. He then snagged the spinner and pulled up a chair. "I call first caller!" Kurt pouted, but joined the others around the mat anyway. Brittany was now sitting on Artie's lap, making out with him, and Santana was crying in the corner as a result. Tina and Mercedes were laughing too hard to stand up and Sam had passed out at some point, so it was only Kurt, Puck, Lauren, Finn, Quinn, Rachel and Mike who were playing the first round. Blaine smirked at Kurt before spinning the arrow. "Left foot blue!"

Needless to say, with the levels of intoxication and large number of people playing, the first round went pretty quickly. When Lauren fell on the third spin, she took out everybody but Mike and Kurt. The rest downed shots and sat around watching Mike and Kurt try to trip one another up. Quinn sat next to Blaine, smiling softly. "Dancer versus cheerleader," she murmured, Blaine turning to her in shock.

"I'm sorry, did you just say cheerleader?"

Quinn laughed. "He didn't tell you? He joined the squad for a little while, he and Mercedes did a pretty good rendition of 4 Minutes."

Blaine's jaw dropped. "Why am I just learning this -"

"Blaine!"

"Right, sorry!" Blaine quickly spun the arrow. "Right hand green!"

He turned back to Quinn who was still smiling. "You'll have to ask Kurt, I'm afraid."

Blaine turned back just in time to see Mike fall, the alcohol he had consumed clearly having some effect on him. Kurt jumped to his feet, brushing imaginary dirt off his jeans as Mike took another shot. "Drunk people only!" Rachel announced, planting herself in the middle of the mat. Quinn sighed, marching over to pull her off. "That means no Kurt and Blaine!"

Kurt shrugged, taking a seat next to Blaine and stealing the spinner off him. "That's fine with me." Over to the side, Lauren drowned another shot then leant over and whispered something in Puck's ear. His eyes grew wide and he all but dragged her across the room.

"I don't want to know," Kurt muttered, Blaine cringing in agreement. "Okay... left foot red!"

"So," Blaine leant over, murmuring in Kurt's ear softly, "why did I not get informed that you were a cheerleader once?"

Kurt groaned, covering his face. "Quinn is in so much trouble."

Blaine reached over, spinning the arrow quickly before taking Kurt's hands from his face and holding them in his own. "Kurt, look at me. It's..." he searched for some appropriate and dapper words, before deciding to just go with it. "It's hot." Kurt's jaw dropped as Blaine leant over nonchalantly to look at the spinner. "Right hand yellow! Anyway, got any videos?"

"Have you been drinking?"

Blaine smirked. "No. Just flattering my boyfriend, is that too strange?"

There was a scream from the Twister mat as Rachel fell, knocking Quinn and Mike over with her. Finn pumped his fist in the air, somehow being the winner after two spins. Mike wandered over towards Tina after taking his shot, falling in between her and Mercedes and locking their lips. Mercedes looked slightly disgruntled for a moment before shrugging and rolling next to Sam's unconscious form, poking his face and giggling.

"Blaine, you playing?"

Kurt was tugging his arm lightly and Blaine sighed, getting to his feet. He hadn't played Twister in years - after watching the first Warbler Twister game, Blaine had refused to join them. But he knew he couldn't refuse Kurt.

Quinn danced over, taking their seat on the couch and grabbing the spinner. Blaine could see the alcohol beginning to get to her and hoped that her good mood would last, remembering that Quinn had been the 'angry drunk' last time. "Okay everybody, take your places!" Blaine stood across from Kurt, staring at his boyfriend who had a mischievous look in his eyes. What are you planning, Kurt Hummel?

The answer became clear as soon as Quinn made the first call. "Right hand, red!" As Rachel leant across the board, grabbing Finn's shoulder for support, Kurt nonchalantly knocked her hand out of the way as he reached for his own coloured dot. Rachel went down instantly, taking Finn with her. Blaine's eyes widened as he realized what Kurt had done. Now it's just us two on the board...

Rachel picked herself up looking annoyed before her eye caught on the microphone and she was off again. Finn sighed and stumbled over to take his shot before falling next to Quinn. "Blaine, are you playing or not?"

Blaine hurriedly placed his hand on the red dot next to Kurt's, glancing up at his boyfriend who was still smiling wickedly. "Left foot, yellow!"

As the game went on, Blaine began to find staying upright considerably more difficult. While he was still completely sober, he had never been particularly flexible - unlike his boyfriend who was currently twisted into a position that Blaine would have been dying in agony from, without batting an eyelid. "Doing alright there, Blaine?"

"Fine," Blaine puffed, willing his arms to stop shaking. Kurt smirked over at him, balancing easily. He nudged against Blaine's knee playfully and Blaine just about fell. "Stop that!"

"Right foot, red!" Quinn was smirking as well, even as she screwed her nose up at Finn snoring loudly on her shoulder. Blaine looked down at the board and groaned loudly. How on earth am I meant to do that. He attempted to move his foot and pull it to the other end of the board, just as Kurt lifted his own foot and overbalanced, grabbing Blaine for support. They went down, hard. Blaine collapsed onto his back, Kurt sprawled across his chest with Quinn laughing in delight from the couch. Kurt groaned, raising his head. "I swear you tripped me, you can't have beaten me at Twister... what?"

Kurt trailed off and Blaine knew he had been caught out. But considering Kurt was lying on top of him with their heads so close, Blaine figured it was excusable. I just hope this is too..

"Hi," Blaine murmured softly before leaning up to capture Kurt's lips. Kurt gave a muffled squeak of shock before practically melting against Blaine, raising his hands to cup Blaine's face. Blaine felt his arms move to wrap around Kurt's waist as if his body was moving on autopilot. Which worked for him as long as he and Kurt could just keep kissing like this, because the wait had been so worth it.

Kurt broke away slightly, their lips still touching. "Quinn Fabray, put away that camera or I will hurt you," he murmured before leaning back in, kissing Blaine again. Blaine chuckled against his lips before losing himself in his boyfriend's wonderful mouth again. That mouth is talented in more ways than one...

"HUMMEL! GET SOME!"

"Oh for the love of -!" Kurt pulled away completely to Blaine's disappointment, rolling away and standing up. "Noah Puckerman! Will you just do me a favor and get lost!" There was a thudding noise and Kurt blinked a couple of times. "Or... or pass out. That works."

Blaine stood, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist as they both looked down at the passed out figure of Puck. Glancing around the room, Blaine realized that Mercedes had fallen asleep next to Sam on the floor, Mike and Tina had disappeared (and he was not going to think much further into that) and Brittany and Artie were still making out. Santana was curled into a ball - Blaine couldn't tell whether she had cried herself to sleep or was seething quietly - and Lauren was crawling next to Puck, curling up to his chest in an oddly romantic gesture. Rachel had passed out on the stage, glittery microphone in hand and Finn... Blaine didn't know, or care. In fact, the only one who was still really awake or aware was Quinn who was still smiling at them.

"Well, I'm tired," she announced, grabbing a cushion and hugging it. "Might follow suit and sleep."

With that, the other girl closed her eyes and Blaine stifled a laugh as he turned to Kurt. "Well, now that we're pretty much alone..." His sentence was cut off as Kurt pushed him backwards into the couch, attaching their lips immediately. It's official, Blaine decided happily. I love Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganzas.

And I want that shirt! I love the shirts...

("Admit it. You love the blazer.")