„Please!"

„No."

„Kurt, come on!"

„I said no."

Puck was basically on his knees by now, but Kurt was leaning against his locker, his arms crossed and shook his head. It had been a few weeks since that night when Blaine had cuddled him in the dark and things just kept getting better and better between them. They got more comfortable around each other every day and he felt like he could tell him everything. But right now, he was just annoyed.

"But, Kurt. Your parents are out. Of course we need to have a party at your house!"

"Just because they are going on a trip for their anniversary doesn't mean we have to turn our house in a paradise for the drunk, Noah." He commented.

That's when Blaine came up behind him with raised eyebrows. "What's going on?" he asked and Puck turned towards him.

"Kurt won't let us throw a party when his parents are out of town this weekend." He explained.

"I see." Blaine nodded, not really knowing what to say about that.

"I bet Blainers here would enjoy that too." Puck nodded towards him and Blaine raised an eyebrow at the new nickname.

"I've never really been at a party." He just shrugged and Puck's eyes widened in response.

"No way, man! We need to do that now. Come on, Hummel!" he begged again, "We'll play some spin the bottle and dance, that's about it!"

Spin the bottle. Spin. The. Bottle. Maybe that could be Kurt's chance. Maybe that could be the way to finally move what Blaine and he had along a little. If he got lucky, he would be able to get a new impression of how a kiss should feel like.

"Fine." He agreed and a smirk broke over Puck's face. "Oh, you like that, huh?" he grinned and Kurt shoved his shoulder, pretending to have to look for something in his locker. "If you want this party to happen, you shut up and leave." He advised.

And Puck did. As he left, he turned again and called over his shoulder. "I'll bring the booze."

"No you won't!" Kurt called back, his eyes wide as he slammed his locker shut, but Puck just waved his hand. Of course he would bring booze.

"That's gonna be fun, right?" Blaine asked with big, puppy-dog eyes. Oh, how Kurt hoped it would be.

So two days later, on Saturday afternoon, Kurt was seated on his couch in the middle of a crazy, Glee club party. Him, Finn and Blaine had spend the entire day planning everything and getting the supplies.

They had, of course, gotten non-alcoholic drinks but once Puck had showed up with the booze, that was forgotten. And now he had no idea why he had even agreed to that. He figured the only sober persons were the three of them and they were the ones who did not have to get home later. Clinging on to his can of coke, he looked around and took in his surroundings.

Quinn was dancing with Lauren while Puck watched with a somewhat pleased grin on his face and rubbed his Mohawk with the hand that was not holding the red plastic cup.

Rachel was sitting on Finn's lap and pointing at various objects in the room, currently giggling at a vase while her boyfriend looked very un-amused.

Artie was on the dance floor, twirling his wheelchair around and looking like he had the time of his life, accompanied by Mercedes and Sam, slow dancing even though the music was fast.

Santana and Brittany, who had obviously made up again, sat on another couch in the corner, Brittany's shirt was already gone and she was cuddling up to Santana in only her bra.

And he didn't even want to know where Mike and Tina had disappeared to about half an hour ago.

And then there was Blaine, trying to dance as well, but bumping against Sam and Artie in turns until he decided to give up. So now he was casually strolling over to Kurt and flopped down on the couch next to him.

"Wow, this is… interesting." He commented, his eyes wandering over the others. "This is madness." Kurt corrected drily and took a sip of his coke. Why couldn't people just stay sober?

"Guys!" Rachel suddenly called out, jumping from Finn's lap. "Spin the bottle!" she called out, "Let's play spin the bottle!"

And freaky enough, Kurt was all for that. So he grabbed Blaine's arm and dragged him along to the middle of the room where Puck had pushed the furniture aside and had placed an empty bottle on the floor. Everyone took a seat, Kurt, of course, right next to Blaine.

"Who starts?" he asked and Brittany started bouncing up and down. "Me, me!" she giggled and didn't even wait for an answer before she went to spin the bottle. It landed on Santana. "Sweet." Puck commented which earned him a shove from Lauren. But Brittany ignored him and happily turned towards Santana, bringing a hand up to her neck and pulling her closer. Everyone was expecting a quick peck, but that's not what happened.

She leaned in and pressed her lips to hers, gently nibbling on her lower lip – and then Santana's mouth opened and her hands flung up to wrap around her waist and a moment later, Brittany was basically in her lap, her hands running through her hair as the kiss grew more passionate by the second. "Uhm, guys?" Finn asked, but they were beyond the point of listening, completely busy with each other.

"Okay, I think we've lost them." Kurt commented and grabbed the bottle. "my turn." He decided, he finally wanted his way. Excitedly, he spun the bottle – only to have it land on Quinn. He scrunched his nose up. Great, that's not what he wanted at all. He didn't want to kiss Quinn. He wanted to kiss Blaine. But now he had no choice. Quinn shrugged slightly and leaned over the bottle, pressing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth, hitting more cheek than anything else.

"Ew." He commented as he pulled back and wiped at his face which made Blaine next to him chuckle and pat his back. Well, at least that was something, he supposed. "Who's next?"

Mercedes ripped his hand up. "Me!" she squealed and spun the bottle, having it land on Sam. With a shy smile on his face, she reached out, luckily having him right next to her as well, and cupped his face to pull him in for a very romantic looking kiss. "This is boring, dude. Couple-kisses are no fun." Puck pouted and grabbed the bottle.

Spinning it eagerly, he watched it go slower – until it stopped at Blaine. He didn't really notice right away but when he saw the bottle was pointing at him, his eyes widened. "Oh."

"Oh." Kurt said too. There was no way this was happening. There was no way he didn't get to kiss the boy he was in love with but Puck, straighter than a pole Puck, got to do that.

"You don't … you don't have to…" Blaine stuttered but Puck waved it off, edging forward already. "It's no big deal dude. Now get at it." He demanded and leaned forward.

The moment their lips met, Kurt cringed. He didn't want to see that. Not at all. Especially not the way Puck edged even closer and how his lips were moving against Blaine's as if he was making a show of it. The room was silent, everyone was watching. And Blaine didn't pull back, he stayed where he was and let it happened.

That's when Kurt knew he had no chance. Blaine would never fall in love with him. He even made out with some straight guy here, but he couldn't love Kurt. Who had he been for thinking it was possible? He felt like such a fool for making himself believe that someone like Blaine could fall for someone like him.

He only realized the lump in his throat when the first tear hit the can in his hands. He needed to get out of here and away from this as fast as possible. So he placed his can on the floor and scrambled to his feet. "I-I need to-" he stuttered before he rushed towards the staircase and stumbled upstairs.

As he heard his voice, Blaine immediately pulled back only to see the last glimmer of Kurt disappear. He had screwed up for good.

How could he have been so stupid? Kurt lay face-first on his bed and punched the comforter because the damn thing was not comforting at all. Such a waste of money. Why did he have to fall in love with that perfect smile and those gentle hands and this warm embraces? He didn't know what he had been thinking.

He heared a knock on the door, but didn't answer. He guesses it would be Mercedes or Rachel but at their drunken state of mind, he couldn't handle either of them right now. "Go away." He just called and buried his face in the sheets again.

Nonetheless he heard the door open and close again and a moment later the mattress dipped when some sat down on the edge of the bed. "I said – " he started and rolled around.

But oh, that wasn't Rachel or Mercedes. That was Blaine. He didn't know what to say anymore now, so he shut up.

"Kurt…" he said brokenly and the hurt was evident in his voice. Kurt couldn't take it and sat up, pressing his eyes shut.

"Never mind, Blaine." He muttered. Maybe he hadn't yet caught up to what he felt and they could avoid this.

"No, I do mind. Look at me." He urged and waited silently until Kurt sighed and gave in, locking eyes with him. Those beautiful hazel ones were full of concern and something else Kurt couldn't quite label. "Why are you crying? Is this about Puck?" he asked carefully, obviously trying not to assume something that was not right.

"Yes." Kurt confessed after a rather long break.

"But… I'm sorry." Blaine said and hung his head. He was about to say more when Kurt cut him off. He knew, if he didn't get it all out now, he never would. And now that they had started this, they couldn't just go back to normal anyways, so he might as well be honest now.

"Don't be sorry. I was stupid to believe – to believe you could like me the way I like you." He saw Blaine's mouth open but held up a hand. He needed to get this over with.

"I only agreed to this party because I was hoping to get a shot at kissing you at Spin the Bottle, as pathetic as it is. But I didn't. So I'm sorry for making this all awkward." He finished off, closing his eyes again.

"You could have just told me that though, you know?" Blaine eventually said, a small smile audible in his voice even before Kurt ripped his eyes open.

"What?"

"You could have told me you wanted to kiss me. Or you could have done it."

"But… but…" Kurt stuttered, at a lack of words. What was that supposed to mean? That Blaine was pitying him and allowing him to kiss him? He would pass, thank you very much.

But Blaine reached out and took a gentle held of his hands, smiling up at Kurt. "I wanted to. For a while now." He admitted shyly and Kurt couldn't help but find the blush on his face adorable.

"Why didn't you?" he finally asked, his voice thin.

"Well, first of all, your dad allowed me to live here. If you wouldn't have liked me back, I might have ended up on the street. So that was the egoistic aspect of it." He laughed, interlacing their fingers.

"And secondly, after what you told me about your first kiss, I didn't want to do the same. I didn't want to push you into anything. So I waited." He shrugged, nibbling on his bottom lip as he awaited Kurt's answer.

But it never came. Instead, he tugged on his hand, pulling himself closer to him until he was face to face with him. Only then did he drop his hand to raise onto his knees and cup Blaine's face with both hands. There was a faint smile on his face before he finally leaned in and crushed his lips against Blaine's in a fond but starved kiss.

It was the kind of kiss two people share that know they love each other and don't need words to say it.

And finally, at last, Kurt found what he had been looking for forever and that all just because some family's car broke down right in front of his dad's garage.

LE FIN.