Considering Blaine knew nobody but Kurt at the party, it was pretty cool and he'd had fun, especially when he had to kiss Rachel. For a girl in a mint green frock, she was good a great kisser, and for a moment he wondered if maybe he was straight. But then Finn caught his eye.

"You're so tall." He'd slurred, staring up at his massive-in-comparison frame. He stood clumsily but wasn't drunk like Blaine. Blaine noticed but tried to use it to his advantage and Finn, after a while of flirty smiles and light conversation had found Blaine sort of charming. Blaine noticed Finn had left the basement, so decided to try his luck. He excused himself to go get some air, Kurt tried to accompany him, but Blaine told him no. "Stay with your friends! I wouldn't want you to miss anything." He stumbled from the room and found Finn walking down the hallway, back to the party.
"Oh hey, Finn, I was looking for you." He said, eyes down, sort of embarrassed by how forward he was after too many wine coolers. He leaned heavily on the wall, then second guessed himself and moved away from Finn to let the taller boy pass and get back to his friends.
"Hey man, you okay?" Finn looked slightly concerned at Blaine's downcast eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He tried to move away, but Finn touched his arm. It sent shivers through Blaine's body, Finn felt him shudder and bent down slightly to look into the shorter boys eyes. Blaine said nothing, but on impulse he grabbed Finns hand, and led him into the room they were standing in front of. Finn opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but before he could utter a syllable Blaine had reached up, placed his arms around Finns neck and was drawing him in to kiss him. Finn didn't push him away, he didn't object, it was actually pretty good. They stumbled to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, their lips still together, Blaine's tongue enticing Finns from inside his mouth. Suddenly, Blaine pulled away, feeling a pang of guilt that he was forcing himself onto Finn.

"Wow." Finn murmured audibly as Blaine struggled to stand up. "Oh…" Blaine looked genuinely shocked at his actions. "I am so…oh gosh…sorry." Blaine said, falling all over his words. He wasn't sure if it was the drink or how electric he felt after kissing Finn. He began to back away towards the door but Finn got up quickly to stop him.
"Wait." Finn said, seriously but softly. "Why did you do that?"
"That was way out of line, I'm sorry Finn. We like, just met and I… that was so unlike me." It was. Blaine was usually a play it safe, flirt for a few weeks to get some signals kind of guy. Finn was used to being more forward, but usually he was the one making the moves, this felt like an entirely different experience for them both. It was confusing, but also so real and vivid. Blaine felt sober as he looked up at Finn, who was now standing in front of him.
"Can I do it again?" Finn asked his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Blaine gave a silent nod, and once again their lips were locked, they were on the bed, and their hands were gliding effortlessly over each other's torsos.

Blaine took a deep breath. He was considering jumping into his car and going over to the Hudson-Hummel house, but then decided that would be really weird. The whole family could be there, Burt would yell at him for upsetting his son, Finn would feel so awkward, and he couldn't bear to see either Finn or Kurt upset. Instead he changed into a white vest and pair of jogging pants and crawled into his bed. It was only eight pm and yet he felt more tired than he had in his life. He considered what he could do to take his mind off of the whole thing, until Kurt decided to speak to him, or he had a way to talk to Finn he would just have to wait. He contemplated going for a work out, or playing his guitar for a while, but then when he was willing himself to move, he just couldn't. Instead he let his mind wander and consider why and how he had put himself in this position.

"It's not about what organs you have, you know?" Finn stated, pacing the room slightly when Blaine had asked what Finn thought they were doing in one of their many phone conversations. Blaine was sitting on his own bed, legs crossed and listening intently, like he always did when someone else was saying something important to them. "It's about you Blaine, just like it was about Quinn and rach. I don't care that you're a... You know, a dude." Finn slumped down onto his own bed and said in a hushed whisper; "I think you're awesome and I like your hair and how you... Um... Make me feel? Like fuzzy inside." A smile broke out across Blaines face, he could imagine Finn, with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking hard. "You're awesome too, Finn Hudson." Blaine sighed and laid back into his pillow. "Really awesome."

Since the party they hadn't been able to steal any moments with each other, Kurt was a demanding boyfriend, but they shared knowing glances with each other when Blaine was visiting the Hudson-Hummel household and they texted and called and IM'd and facebook messaged each other a lot. They talked about everything; they knew secrets about each other that neither of them had told anybody. They gave each other advice about fitness, and talked about football, and their hopes and dreams and pasts. And there were always those 'what if' conversations.

"Blaine Warbler: Kurt is asking me to come over.
Finny D: you should cos I don't get to see u enough
Blaine Warbler: But you don't *really* get to see me.
Finny D: Its good enough.
Blaine Warbler: But it would be great if I was coming to see you.
Finny D: it would but looking at you from across the dinner table or in the living room is good enough."

The both instigated conversations like this by accident often, but were then wracked with guilt, when they realised how much it would hurt everyone if they knew, but they couldn't help it.

Blaine drifted into a light, restless sleep until his phone buzzed beside him. He moved the screen towards his face, his eyes felt thick from sleep. It was 12:01 AM and the caller ID was unknown. He hesitated, but decided to answer.

"Hello?" his voice croaked a little from its inactivity and he heard a low hum through the receiver.

"It's me." He could tell Finn's voice from anywhere. He was whispering, like they both had in so many of their phone calls.

"Finn…" Blaine breathed. He felt his entire body relax a little more into the bed. His shoulders felt less tense and his jaw ached from unknowingly clenching it for hours.