Okay, so spin-the-bottle didn't go quite as well as I had planned but I'm tired and I hate writing drunk people. I hope you enjoy :)
The game of spin-the-bottle didn't start for another two and a half hours because Puck claimed he had to be absolutely trashed before the games could begin. It was fair to say no one was complaining. Puck had had trouble finding the stash so Kurt ran to the kitchen and produced several bottles of red and white wine and several bottles of beer. There was definitely some partying happening that night!
"Let the games begin!" Puck cried after finally deciding he was in fact drunk enough. A chorus of 'yeahs' and 'woos' erupted from the room before Blaine threw an empty beer bottle into the middle of the circle.
As the night progressed on the game of spin-the-bottle started to resemble that of their junior year game at Rachel's house. The only difference about that game was that both Kurt and Finn were drunk as well as the rest of the group. Yes, this game was going places. Like the wardrobe. Some drunken mastermind decided that the spinner took the landed to wardrobe for seven minutes in heaven and then when the seven minutes were over the landed became the spinner. Puck was the official timer unless he was in heaven, then it became Finn. If they were both in heaven then the timing was handed over to Sam. Either way there was always someone timing the minutes in heaven. For drunken idiots they were organised.
Finn had just come out of seven awkward minutes of heaven in the tight, enclosed wardrobe with Sam. He made a mental note to kill the genius who thought this up later. He made his way back over to the circle to take his spin. He clasped his fingers on the bottle in perfect spinning position and took a spin. He watched nervously as the bottle passed by everyone several times, getting slower each time. He tensed effectively as the bottle slowed to a stop on Rachel. She tried to hide the awkwardness behind her smile but Finn could pick it up anyway. He took her hand and dragged her away to the wardrobe. Puck wolf whistled as the two disappeared.
"Hi," he mumbled nervously.
"Hi," she said back. She may have been drinking but she could still function well enough. At least she thought she could. "Fancy being here, in the wardrobe, by ourselves for seven minutes." She slurred.
"Yeah, funny isn't?"
"No, not really, but I don't mind. We can-"
Before Rachel could finish her sentence, a drunken Finn had his lips against hers and was pushing her body up against the door. The noise from the push attracted a loud chorus of calls and whistles from the listening group. This was possibly the only heaven they would listen to because of the intensity of their previous relationship. Finn ignored the hollers coming from outside and continued to push his body against Rachel's. She still hadn't reacted to his lips on top of hers. She was in absolutely shock. Finn pushed his lips down harder on Rachel's, attempting to get a reaction. And a reaction she gave. She hooked her legs around Finn's waist and returned the kiss harder and deeper. Shocked, Rachel pulled herself away.
"No, we can't do this Finn. We're drunk. We don't feel this. None of this is real. This is the intoxication talking. I'm sorry,"
"Yeah, I know but we might as well make use of the time," Finn replied seductively. Rachel couldn't argue with that. She flung herself back up onto Finn's waist and engaged in an intense kiss. They spent the last five minutes in an intense make out session that meant absolutely nothing, although when they left the heaven Rachel couldn't help but feel like it did mean something.
They spent the next couple of hours playing board games. Monopoly became the most intense of all the games they played. It turned out that Mike was a very competitive shoe when he wanted to be. Blaine chucked a three-year-old hissy fit when his properties were sold to other players. Yes, it seemed Blaine was the most hammered, aside from Puck. The rest of the night was drunken fights and karaoke contests. Finn finally got up to sing a song. He was so horribly bad he never even made it past the first verse.
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit-
"No! Finn, you're killing the song!" Santana piped up. No one appreciated Don't Stop Believing being so horribly ruined. Finn stopped singing with a pouty looked on his face and Rachel rubbed his knee in sympathy. Finally, the night came to an end and beds were prepared all around the house for the visitors. Rachel collapsed next to Kurt on a double bed and watched with an amused look on her face as Blaine cried out in sadness and made himself comfortable across Mercedes' legs. Finn said his goodnights and trudged upstairs/ he went to bed that night dreaming about her and dreaming about that kiss.
Review! Next chapter, the fall-out of the kiss? Wait and see!