I am actually not sure what to write about tonight. Except that a guy who's about two weeks into his job at our work suddenly up and quit right when our manager is going on holiday and we're in a little bit of disarray at the moment. But this weekend is my last weekend on night shift for three weeks so I'm looking forward to Monday.

Also, I need to put something out there for a few people who are asking what I'll do after Kiss finishes. There are actually many who seem unaware that I have got other stories than this one, including three or four WIP's. So if you are looking for something from me after Kiss, those would be your best place to start.

From Klainebows (Anonymous) and similarly prompted by Broken Gold: What if it's christmas and everything and Wes & David (and Jeff if you want because he is one of the biggest Klaine shipper) try to send Blaine and Kurt under the mistletoe and BAM the kliss.

I couldn't be stereotypical. I just couldn't. So this actually breaks the rules a little which you'll understand when you read it. But I think you'll all forgive me.

Pushy

"What is this?"

Wes froze, counting silently to three before grinning and looking down. "Blaine! So good to see you, my friend!"

Blaine sighed. "Wesley."

"Okay," Wes conceded, jumping off the box sheepishly. "It's just decorative, Blaine! Tis the season and all that."

"Tis the season to hang mistletoe above your friend's door?"

"Oh, is that how it goes?" David asked, poking his head out of his room. Wes knew Blaine was once again internally whining about being stuck across the hall from them by the look on his face. "Wes, we've been singing it wrong all these years!"

Blaine sighed again. "Wes, why are you hanging mistletoe above my door?"

And that was an order if Wes had ever heard one. "We're just having a bit of fun! Lighten up, enjoy the season!"

"And who knows, maybe you'll get yourself a kiss from our pretty little countertenor," David chipped in, raising his eyebrow suggestively. Wes kept his face impassive but made a note to high-five his friend later.

Blaine really needed to stop sighing and Wes told him as much. "Well, I wouldn't have to sigh so much if you two weren't idiots so much. Kurt and I do not need to be set up."

"Oh, not again."

Of course Kurt was walking along the hall right at that moment. Of course.

"Wesley," Kurt began in a low, almost dangerous voice. "We discussed this one when the mistletoe went up outside my door. If Blaine and I ever choose to, as you put it, 'get our Klaine on,' then we will do as such in our own time.Trying to force us into a relationship is counterproductive, rude and just idiotic. Are we clear?"

The fact that Blaine was looking so adoringly at Kurt really wasn't helping their situation and Wes was just dying to say so but Kurt was just a little bit too scary right now to attempt that. "Okay," he said instead, grabbing his box and backing towards his and David's room. "We'll just, ah, leave you two to it."

Kurt rolled his eyes before turning to Blaine, his expression softening. "Lima Bean fixed the coffee machine."

Blaine grinned, all tension gone. "Let's go!"

Wes blinked at the empty space in the hallway, fairly sure they had both just evaporated in the direction of the Lima Bean. At least it made it easier to resume their serious planning meeting. "So, that was a fail," he announced, closing the door and flopping on his bed. "We put you on this team thinking you would help, Agent Six."

"I tried!" Jeff exclaimed. "I mean, the mistletoe worked for me and Nick, it's the only reason Kurt hasn't successfully taken it down from the doorway yet. We just haven't played all our cards yet."

"So what do you suggest?" David asked, spinning a coin on the desk absently.

Jeff smirked. "Force them under it. You know the rules, get under the mistletoe and you have to kiss."

"But they're on to us," Wes explained reasonably. "How are we meant to get away with that?"

"Simple," Jeff said.

Wes waited a few seconds before coughing awkwardly. "Uh. Usually you, you know, keep talking."

Jeff blinked at him. "Oh. Well I don't have a plan. I figured one of you would."

David proceeded to hit his head against the desk. Wes began to count. Nick wandered through the door, barely batting an eyelid at the scene as he sat down on Jeff's lap and announced, "I have a plan."

"You're not a part of this team," Wes said quickly, turning an accusing glare on Jeff. "Did you tell him what we're doing?"

"Of course I told him," Jeff said like it should be obvious. "He's my boyfriend and he's smart. If anybody was going to have a plan, it would be him."

David raised his head, a bright red mark on his forehead. "What's the plan?"

"Christmas party."

Twenty seconds passed in silence before Wes's eyes widened. "Oh, that's perfect!"

The Warbler Christmas party was an annual tradition, started four years ago by the more spontaneous Warbler Council of 2008. Granted, the one in progress wasn't quite as wild as the others had been, but looks could be deceiving and the alcohol mixed into the punch was certainly spicing things up. Especially since the only Warblers who didn't know it was there were Kurt and Blaine.

"Ready?" Wes asked. There was silence and Wes turned to see why, only to cover his eyes. "You're in public! I get that you're putting on a demonstration for our lovely couple but they're not quite up to making out and we're not quite up to seeing it."

Nick pulled away, shooting Wes a glare. "Zero tolerance, darling," Jeff said cheerfully. "You can't do anything about it."

"Then you need to be tolerant of my innocence," Wes responded, ignoring the twin snorts from the couch beside him. "Where's David?"

Jeff pointed towards the doorway where David had just finished hanging the mistletoe and Wes smirked. Game on. "Kurt!" David called. "Come here a minute?"

Kurt stood from the couch where he was sitting with Blaine - of course - and wandered towards the door. Wes noted he was a little unsteady on his feet and his smirk grew wider because this was going to be cake. "Blaine?" he called out, waiting for his friend to finish staring at Kurt and come over. "Need your help with something. Come with me."

Wes stood and Blaine followed, frowning. "What do you need? It's the middle of a party - oh, are we singing? Because I didn't prepare anything."

"I know. I just need your help bringing in some more drinks, they're up in my room." Wes paused at the door, gesturing for Blaine to go through first and hoping David had timed it right.

For once in his life, he had. Just as Blaine was walking through the doorway, Kurt was heading back in and Blaine slipped to the side a little to let Kurt pass by, smiling as he did. "Freeze!" David yelled out, stopping both boys in their tracks. "Now, look up."

Kurt was the first to realize and the glare he sent to Wes was livid. Wes considered that highly unfair considering David was the one to have called Kurt out, but Kurt had probably realized that David would never come up with a plan like this on his own. To be fair, neither had Wes. "Gentlemen, I thought we talked about this," Kurt said, his voice carefully measured.

"Ah, but you see, this is different," Wes explained, realizing his cheerfulness was probably annoying Kurt more and not really caring. "You're under the mistletoe now. You have no say about it, it has to happen."

Blaine actually growled at him and David backed up a few steps. "Kurt, come here," he said without turning his glare from David. "We have no choice."

Wes shot David a hopeful glance as the two finally looked at each other, Kurt taking a step closer. Yes, they were annoyed now but surely after they'd kissed and realized that they both cared so much about each other, that kissing one another was amazing and wonderful and right, surely…

Kurt leant in and pressed his lips against Blaine's quickly before pulling away. "Satisfied?" he asked. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm suddenly not in much of a party mood."

The three boys watched him go before Blaine slowly turned to face Wes. "See?" he said quietly. "Do you see what forcing this has done? Honestly, if you care about mine and Kurt's happiness so much, just leave us alone. If there's something to work out, we'll do so in time. Now I have to go after him and see if he's okay."

Blaine turned to leave but of course David had to open his mouth. "You do love him though, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Blaine said as he brushed past the boy. "He's my best friend."

And Blaine was gone.

Without a word, Wes and David returned to the couch where Nick and Jeff were sitting, clearly having heard everything. A long and subdued silence later, Jeff finally sighed and looked up. "Well, this really sucks."

"Should we go and apologize?"

Wes shook his head. "Not yet. Give them some time first."

"I hope this doesn't ruin their chances completely," David said, voicing what they were all thinking.

"It won't," Nick said, suddenly determined. "They care so much about each other. If this doesn't end up getting them together - and we can't rule out that it could have - then something will. Just have faith in them."

Wes sighed. "Well then, I guess we should try to enjoy the party."

But he knew none of them would.

It was times like this that Blaine having a single room was kind of the best thing ever.

"Do you think they're ever going to catch on?"

Blaine laughed. "After that display? I think we have another six months at least."

Kurt rolled his eyes, falling back onto the pillows. "This is the best idea we've ever had. Still think Nick will be the first to realize?"

"Nick has the most common sense, but really they're all idiots." Blaine collapsed next to him, throwing an arm around Kurt's waist. "I just can't believe that nobody's come out and just asked yet."

"Because the answer would be yes." Smiling, Kurt leant in and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "They just need to learn not to assume, like assuming we didn't know there was vodka in the punch."

"Or meddle," Blaine added. "Once the meddling stops, I think they can find out. But while they continue to pry into our personal lives and think they're doing what's best for us, they can stay in the dark."

Kurt rolled his eyes again, the action a lot softer. "Seriously, how could anybody think that I'm not madly in love with you anyway?"

"The real question is, how do they not realize that we aren't darting around each other, that the coffee dates are actually dates and this has been going on for three months now." They shared a look of amusement. "Really, for boys from such a fine level of education, Dalton boys really are stupid."

"They are." Kurt kissed him again, snuggling closer into Blaine's arms. "I'm sure they'll work it out one day. But for now, they can stay oblivious and continue to feel awful for pushing us away from each other forever."

Blaine laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too."

There was a moment of silence. "Do you think they realized that it wasn't our first kiss?"

"Of course not," Blaine said immediately. "But revealing that story is going to be so much fun."

"I don't think Wes will ever look at his precious Council table the same again."

"Neither."

So it was going to be angsty, it was going to end with the boys miserable and feeling like they didn't like each other, or even Blaine not being interested still... but I just couldn't resist. So it was more of a first kiss in front of people than a first kiss.

MusicalEscape:

*kliss*

*stares at, dazed* "That was... Wow. Amazing. Mind-blowing. Awesome. Fantastic."

*sniffs* "Bacon-flavored. You go and brush your teeth, or so help me, I'll tell Wes and David about the time with the stuffed giraffe and the Harry Potter book-"

"I'll go do that now." *flees*