A/N: All I'm going to say is... OMG, GUYS I AM SO SORRY IF YOU'VE BEEN WAITING ON THIS STORY! I GOTS DISTRACTED BY LIFE... and school. Fuffing exams... v_v So, erm, this chapter is going to tie up the loose ends and finish the party.
"OMIGOD! I think that bottle is in love with me!" Rachel giggled and leaned in to kiss Mike. Her list was ever expanding; she'd had Puck, Artie twice, Quinn, Kurt and now Mike. In her drunken haze, she was starting to feel very slutty and was thrilled about having kissed Quinn, for a reason she didn't really know. Finn glowered at Mike as his Asian friend pulled away from his girlfriend. Mike looked unfazed but Rachel was giddy. Tina grimaced and muttered a few insults under her breath in Chinese.
"Okay, my go!" Kurt lunged forward, gripping the bottle with the tips of his fingers. He turned his head to the left and waggled his eyebrows at Blaine. So far, the countertenor had had Blaine {a few times}, Brittany, Puck, Santana and Rachel. He watched the bottle spin and looked straight up towards the face of the person it was pointing to - Finn.
"AHHH! THIS IS GOING TO BE SO INCEST-ISH!" Rachel screamed, swigging her beer. For someone who acted very lady-like when she was sober, she didn't manage 'lady-like' when she was drunk. She was sitting with her legs wide open, and burped a few times - Puck and Lauren spudding her for a very loud one. The small brunette looked at Finn, who had gone pale. "Aw, is Finn scared?" She teased.
"No, but it's weird…" Finn pulled at his shirt collar. Artie looked at him up and down,
"Oh come on, yo! Everyone be kissing randomers dude. So what if he's your brother? Cha, you act like it's not normal to kiss your brother…"
"Artie, are you trying to tell us something?" Blaine tapped the wheel-chair bound boy on the head. "You been getting incest-y lately?" Artie shot a glare towards him and shoved his hand away.
"Whatever man, just kiss." Kurt looked at Blaine, who squeezed his arm gently, then looked at Finn. When they were younger, Kurt had been dreaming about this moment but right now, it was creepy, they were related in some ways. He leant in and so did Finn, their faces floated towards each other.
"Kiss me on the side of the mouth and close your eyes…" Kurt whispered, just audible enough for Finn to hear. Finn nodded slowly, making sure Kurt knew he understood. Finn leaned in and caught the corner of his younger brother's mouth with his; he closed his eyes as commanded. Kurt pecked the side of Finn's mouth and pulled back triumphantly. Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed. Artie was threw his fist in the air, Blaine's eyes had grown large and he was covering his crotch with his hand, Brittany started clapping and the others seemed distracted in their intoxication.
"Do you guys practice when Blaine isn't around?" Artie grinned and swigged spiked orange juice from his cup. Blaine raised his eyebrows at Artie's comment but laughed none-the-less. Kurt looked embarrassed and flicked Finn on the nose.
"I'M BORED, ABURRIDO! I votes we play a game, I call 7 Minutes in Heaven in the closet." Santana pointed towards the cupboard, "too bad Heaven's so far away," She looked confused for a second, but her face morphed back into her drunken grin.
"Oh yeah!" Rachel giggled, "Let's do it! KURT GO FIRST!" Kurt looked astounded.
"Why me?" He fought back, taking a sip from Blaine's bottle of beer.
"You're so innocent - it'll make a change…" Quinn piped in and leant her head on Blaine's shoulder. She looked up and ran a hand through his hair, winked and slid herself back into her old comfortable position - leaning on his shoulder.
"Okay, how do I choose?" Kurt stood up, stepping sideways to keep his balance, and ran a petite hand through his perfect quiff.
"Nah, white boy. We be choosing for you… haha!" Kurt raised one of his perfect eyebrows at Mercedes and stumbled towards the closet, leaning his back on the door. After a few moments, Santana skipped up to him, pushing her boobs up, and grinned.
"Say Hola to your new fuck buddy!"
"They've been in there for a long time!" Blaine noted aloud, and swigged back his shot, squeezing the lemon and licking salt off his hand. "I want to make out with somebody…"
"You can make out with me." Brittany replied. Blaine raised a questioning eyebrow, but Artie was talking to Brittany now. He didn't respond.
Five minutes later, Santana opened the closet door and walked out. She was smirking as she wiped the corner of her mouth. Blaine's jaw dropped to the floor… but what really happened in there?
"So…"
"We're both gay Hummel, so I don't expect anything," Santana grinned as she locked the door. Why was there a lock inside anyway?
"Are you and Britt together?" Kurt had managed to regain his vocabulary.
"I don't know. Artie is still in love with her, and visits and she bakes for him! Brittany bakes! I didn't know she even knew what an oven was…" Santana slid down the wall onto her bum and crossed her long tanned legs.
"Don't judge a book by its cover?" Kurt gave her a sympathetic gaze and slid down next to her. He rested his hand on her knee and willed her on with his eyes.
"Like - She says she loves me, we make out, we go out together, we do things like shopping and dinner… but McCripplepants gets in the way all the time…" Santana cupped Kurt's hand with one of hers, and used her other hand to wipe tears from her cheeks. "I'm so emotional when I'm drunk. Ergh!" She threw a small smile towards Kurt. Kurt nodded and leant forward, stroking a hand across her damp cheek - an act of sympathy.
"Do you love her back?" Kurt asked.
"Are you mad? What kind of dope are you on, Hummel? Of course, I love her. That's the problem - I love her too much…" The Latina sighed and glanced at Kurt, who was looking at her with an expression commonly known as 'fatherly pride'. "What?"
"I'm proud of you San, you've fallen in love. You do ol' pappy Kurt proud!" Kurt pulled Santana into a light hug; she gently pushed his shoulder as he did so.
"You're such a piss take Kurt." Santana giggled but hugged Kurt back with the same gentle force. Kurt pulled away and gave her a comfortable smile. Santana decided the spotlight should go to Kurt for a while. "How about you and Blaine?" Kurt's eyes widened as if he was going to object, but answered smoothly,
"Yeah - He's great. The same dork he was all them years ago at Dalton, with the same charm." The Latina looked dreamily at him.
"What first… attracted you to him?" Santana smiled, she'd always wanted to know the story behind the great 'Klaine'. Kurt seemed to ponder an answer.
"His eyes. You know, you can't meet a guy on the staircase and ask directions, without glancing at their eyes at least once. Well those and the fact he was singing about tight jeans and getting jiggy!" Santana burst out laughing and Kurt laughed too.
"…what about his eyes?" Santana stopped laughing.
"They're just… dreamy. Sometimes when he's talking, I'm not listening - I'm just staring. I've honestly, never felt like this before."
"I'm so glad you're together!" Santana gave Kurt another hard, but heart-felt look. Kurt shifted nervously at 'together' but returned her smile. "Should we get out of here? I'm starting to feel claustrophobic…" Kurt stood up and helped the Latina up. She dusted herself off and hugged Kurt again.
"You're amazing Kurt, don't forget that…" The Latina leant forward; her bodacious chest brushing against Kurt's trimmed one, placing a small peck onto his porcelain cheek. "Thank you for understanding." Santana unlocked the door and glanced back at him.
I wonder whether Brittany was right…
She quickly gripped his hand, gave him a full on sultry kiss on the lips and stepped out.
Brittany was definitely right…
Kurt watched as she wiped the rim of her mouth, in a typical Santana 'I-got-off-with-someone' way. He rolled his eyes but watched as Blaine sat with his empty shot glass - his mouth wide open, his eyes even wider watching the Latina. Kurt looked on as Santana shot a wink in Blaine's direction. He giggled and trailed behind Santana.
"KURT! I THOUGHT SHE ATE YOU!" Blaine stood abruptly.
"Preach!" Artie rolled past them, two pairs of sunglasses were mounted on top of his normal glasses and a rainbow was drawn on his cheek. Kurt looked at Brittany accusingly - she was drawing something on the side of Quinn's face. Blaine waved a hand in front of Kurt's face, so he turned to look at Blaine.
"She may be the devil in disguise, but she's not a cannibal." The Raven tried to laugh but didn't succeed because Kurt had already started kissing him again.
"N'aww, look at my boys!" Mercedes hollered, knocking back a glass of whisky. Finn furrowed his brow as he watched his stepbrother and Blaine cuddled together on an armchair. Blaine was sitting on Kurt's lap and was blushing as Kurt laced a string of chaste kisses across his jaw aiming lower each time. Sometimes Kurt would whisper something into Blaine's ear, making the Raven blush even more.
"What are we going to do about David?" Finn asked, looking away from the couple. Blaine jumped up suddenly, and ran towards a door. Kurt tilted his head before fleeing behind him.
"We tell them - when we are sober. But, we tell everyone else now… Go shoo them into a bedroom. Except mine, my god, I can't be bothered to buy new linen." Finn was about to get up when Kurt hobbled up to them, obviously drunk again.
"Blaine just threw up." He started laughing, "In the bath…" Mercedes raised her eyebrow whilst Kurt continued to laugh, "So, we're going to sleep in your bed!" Before Mercedes could object, Kurt had traipsed off again - towards Blaine this time. Blaine had has face on his lap and was muttering to himself. Kurt had tottered all the way over to him, by now, and was running a rigid comforting hand through his lover's curls. "Come on Blaine… lets get you to bed…" Kurt helped Blaine up and dragged him slowly into Mercedes' bedroom. They left the door open and some of the group watched as they both collapsed onto the bed - Blaine taking the role of small spoon - and cuddled on the bed. There were a few simultaneous 'aww's' as Kurt kissed Blaine's shoulder.
"It's so adorable…" Quinn mumbled, combing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. A picture of a penis had been drawn on her cheek, not that she noticed… or anybody else noticed for that matter. Finn crept past all of them, and closed the bedroom door before turning the music off.
"Guys, we need to talk…" He shouted. Rachel booed loudly and Puck stopped stroking Lauren's thigh and stood up. Quinn, Sam, Mike and Tina were already draped over the sofas, but had shuffled closer together so everyone would fit. Artie wheeled up beside the sofa with Santana on his lap and Brittany behind them.
There's something you don't see everyday…
Mercedes spun on her bar stool and looked at every person singularly. Sam ran a hand through his 'blonde' hair. He smiled at Mercedes and she looked down blushing.
"What do you want to talk about?" Sam leant on the coffee table in front of him. "We can't play no games with 'Klaine' gone, it's no fun…" He gestured to the closed bedroom.
"No. We're not playing any games without them. We have to talk about them…" Finn started to lose his balance so Mercedes pulled him onto the stool next to her. Santana raised an eyebrow,
"Mamma Mia! They love each other, we get it!" She rested her head into the crook of Artie's neck.
"Shut it Latina." Mercedes growled. "Let Finn talk." Finn nodded at her and spoke slowly, knowing everyone in that room was very drunk.
"Kurt hasn't been completely honest with all of you… He's not seeing Blaine; he's going to get married to someone else." Finn soaked up their reactions. Sam's, Mike's and Quinn's jaws had dropped, Artie didn't seem to register, Tina's eyes were wide and Puck was smirking,
Good on you, Hummel!
Brittany, who had sat beside Artie and Santana, tilted her head, Santana's eyes were sparkling but she was also smirking. Lauren had a smile on her face and Rachel - well Rachel, was giggling.
"I knew Kurt wasn't innocent…" Santana let out a triumphant laugh and Artie smiled back at her.
She really is very pretty.
"That isn't the point. He's marrying…" Mercedes couldn't finish her sentence so she looked at Finn. He gulped and opened his mouth.
"-Karofsky." Lauren spoke instead. Every head had spun to look at her. Many expressions were questioning.
"How'd you know?" Finn spat.
"I saw them walking through Central Park holding hands. I may be with Puckerman, but I'm not as stupid as he is. No offence honey." Puck nodded in a sort of agreement and Sam sniggered.
"So he's engaged to Karofsky, and he's having a secret fling with Blaine? Kinky…"
"We prank called Karofsky."
"Oh good God."
"We told Karofsky!" Rachel had gone as white as a sheet, and she had stress lines forming on her forehead. Santana had panic in her eyes,
"He's better than he was at McKinley - but not enough to get over this without getting violent."
"Yay! I love weddings! I want to be a bridesmaid!"
Haha, you like? I couldn't help adding some sappy Santurt moment, then Santana had to ruin it. Kinn moment - lord forgive my moment of written incest and I always imagined Kurt being the one puking - so I made Blaine puke instead. Huzzah for that...? Review if you love me, PM me if you love me more... :D