Disclaimer: I don't own Glee characters.
I know, we're all thinking it: what if Kurt and Blaine kissed at the party instead of Rachel and Blaine? So what will happen? Will Kurt rock Blaine's world? Or will Kurt just be headed for another heartbreak?
Kurt shook with anticipation. This could finally be the day where he kissed Blaine. His nerves built as he awaited his turn to spin the bottle. So what if all of his friends (minus Finn, of course) were drunk out of their minds? And so what if he'd had to blackmail Finn into taking him to this party in the first place? If he got to kiss his über-crush, it'd be well worth it.
Meanwhile, Sam and Santana were in the middle of an intense kiss. Kurt rolled his eyes and stretched his hands out by his side, shivering as they "accidentally" brushed against Blaine's hands. He quickly stole a glance at Blaine's face to see if Blaine had noticed the hand-brush, but Blaine was gazing off into space with a drunken smile blazed across his face…his beautiful, wonderful face, Kurt couldn't help noticing.
"Okie dokie, Kurt, it's your turn!" Rachel squealed with drunken glee.
Kurt took a deep breath and spun the bottle. Oh please, Armani gods, let it land on…
The bottle slowed to a stop. "Oooh, looks like you'll be smooching Blaaiiineee!" Mercedes teased her best friend. Kurt flushed bright red. He turned his body to face Blaine's, and took a deep breath.
"Ready to rock my world?" Blaine slurred.
"You bet your gay ass," Kurt murmured, leaning in to kiss Blaine. Blaine grabbed the back of Kurt's head and brought Kurt's lips crash-landing on his own. Kurt leaned in, hungry. He'd only kissed one guy before, and, well…let's just say it wasn't the best experience, considering it had been forced, and with Kurt's bully.
But this, this was different.
Kurt felt Blaine's tongue poke through his lips, and opened his own lips in response. He returned the French kiss, even hungrier than ever, tongue searching Blaine's mouth desperately. The noises of his friends around him became dim, the room beginning to spin. He felt this way down in his toes, and he tried not to think about the bulge that was slowly, but surely, growing in his pants.
After about another minute, Blaine and Kurt broke apart, both panting and gasping for breath.
"Has your world been rocked?" Kurt managed to gasp out.
"I'll say it has," Blaine said, suddenly seeming to sober up a bit.