A/N: Hey guys! I'm back again! I'm sorry if you got alerts or whatever when I was trying to figure out how to put up this new chapter. I'm still kinda unsure... But I got it up! YAY! So this chapter is a little longer than I anticipated, so sorry, unless you like long chapters. Then YAY! Also, I do understand that a lot of people do Dalton stories, and I want to say, I don't steal anyone's ideas, so if something's the same, I apologize in advanced. Also, I apologized for any typos. I can't get a beta yet... So anyways, thank you soooo much for the reviews and alerts and favorites. You guys have no idea how awesome that makes me feel, so THANK YOU! 3
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Chapter 2: Truth or Dare and Nerf Guns
"Kurt. You have fifteen minutes till the guys actually show up," Blaine warned him as the two finished putting some of the things Kurt didn't want to be broken by the gaggle of Warblers that were going to show up soon in a safe drawer.
Kurt's brow furrowed. He glanced over at the iHome that sat on his nightside table. 6:35. "Uh Blaine? Fifteen? It's 6:35. Did someone forget how to do his math again?" he ridiculed endearingly yet extremely sarcastically at the same time.
Blaine laughed lightly. "Not this time Kurt, but if I do end up ever forgetting how to do my arithmetic, I'll be sure to come to you." Kurt smiled broadly, even if his friend was just joking around. "But seriously, Nick H., Luke, and Andrew have this really weird thing of arriving ten minutes early where ever they go. It's kinda annoying actually. Just thought I'd let you know." Blaine snapped the drawer shut and effectively put a lock on it to ensure no one got to Kurt's belongings. "Anyways, I'll be back in 25 minutes, when we're actually supposed to be here. Can't take another 'stern talk' from Jeff."
"Stern talk?…" Kurt wondered aloud. His question went ignored.
"See ya, later Kurt! Take care of that gun!" his friend exclaimed, pointing at the tiny, rather pathetic Maverick Nerf Gun that sat on Kurt's bed.
"Will do Blaine! Thanks for helping me out!"
"Anytime," he called, already out the door. He left the countertenor to his thoughts, who had already forgotten about his comment on the stern talk, while he placed bags of chips and boxes of cookies on his desk and inspected the room with approval for partying. Blaine however, had not overlooked the aforementioned comment. His thoughts raced and raced as he walked the short distance to his dorm room. He was about to open the door, with his hand on the handle, when he saw the tie. He groaned. He and Jeff had agreed after Blaine's several encounters of walking in on Niff, that if there was ever a tie on the door, either don't come in, or knock first. Loudly. Same went for Blaine, even though he did not have a boyfriend. Although, the rule still stood if you either wanted some alone time, or just needed to talk to someone privately. It was a rare occurrence for Blaine to ever put the tie on the door, only because if he ever really needed to talk to someone in private, it was usually Kurt and he had his own room, so that situation was taken care of. Jeff on the other hand, constantly had the tie on the door. God Jeff, just keep your tongue to yourself for ONCE! Then he smirked as he sat down on the hallway's carpeted floor. I just can't wait till me and Kurt are together and we'll use my room on purpose.
"Yeah I'm sure you do," Wes said as he walked past.
"Shit! I said that out loud, didn't I?" Deja vu much?
"Why yes, Blainers, yes you did. Now, as Jeff said, you better watch your mouth or you're gonna blow it."
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" Jesse exclaimed as he walked past, not bothering to stop as he added, "Or in your case… that's what he said. I don't care. Either way it's dirty."
"And with those words of wisdom, I must say, seriously Blaine, watch you say, and who you cuddle with and what ever else you do with Hummel. God! You are so leading him on, now that I think about it!" Wes realized.
"Isn't that the idea? I like him, so I flirt with him. God Wes, not you too, Jeff won't leave me alone." He sighed, upset and put his head in his hands. "It's just so frustrating." Now Wes felt bad, so he sat down next to his younger friend and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"You can do it buddy, I'm sorry Jeff is giving you a hard time. I'll cut it out," he said honestly.
"Thanks Wes." He nodded, and got up again, probably to go change before bonding.
Blaine's thoughts went full circle and back to the stern talk again. He loved his roommate, he really did, but sometimes he could just be a little too into Blaine's business.
*Flashback!*
Blaine sauntered in his dorm with the hugest, dopiest grin plastered on his face. "Ahh," he sighed happily, falling back onto his bed after a nice meal in the dining hall with the Warblers. Blaine was quite content with his afternoon. What was better than flawlessly rehearsing a new number, studying with his friends, napping -spooning- with the guy you've liked for two whole months, then watching a movie and cuddling with him, and having a nice, quiet ( or rather, quiet for the Warbler's standards ) dinner? That, he could not answer, well until his thoughts said, well you could've kissed Kurt, or made out with Kurt, or… And his mind whirred and whirred, of could've happened, but they then developed into what he wants to think will happen. All of his happy thoughts were exciting to think about, thus brightening his mood even more.
That is, until an overly peppy Jeff flounced into the room with his usual skip in his step. "Good evening Blainers!"
"It is, Jeffy. It is," he replied contentedly.
"Ooh! You sound happy! Tell me! Tell me!" Jeff exclaimed and sat down next to Blaine on the edge of his bed, poking his stomach.
"I will! I will! Just stop poking me!" he told him animatedly, swatting the blonde's hands.
"Fine," he huffed. "So? What happened after Nicky dragged me off to his room? We totally kicked Cameron out. It was really funny. But, continue."
"So pretty much as soon as you left, after some tickle threats of course, we gave up on studying too, and headed to his to watch The Proposal. Well, we weren't all that focused on the movie cause-"
Jeff cut him off before he got to say anything else, "OH MY GOD. You didn't? Did you? Did you and Hummel totally get it on? Suck face? I mean… he looked a little flustered at dinner, but that might of been because of anything y'know?"
"Jeff."
"I mean, you could've just like, put your hand on his knee or something."
"Jeff!"
"Hell, you could've just looked at him!"
"JEFFERY S. STERLING! SHUT UP! KURT AND I DIDN'T MAKE OUT!"
Flint's head popped in the doorway. "Sure you didn't," he drawled. "I suggest you close the door next time, he's right next to you guys, y'know."
"Er… right. Thanks Flint." He just nodded his head and shut the door.
"So wait," Jeff started, "you guys didn't make out?"
"No. If you let me finish, I would've said that we didn't actually watch the movie because we were making a LIST of what he needs for BONDING NIGHT. Thank you very much."
"Ah, but you wanted to make out with him right?"
"Jeff!"
"That's totally a yes." Blaine rolled his eyes. "But Blaine, I need to talk to you for real right now. Like man to man here." The curly haired boy cocked his head in attention and raised an eyebrow. "I think you should stop spending so much time with Kurt."
"What?" Blaine exclaimed so that the people three doors down could probably hear it, Kurt included. He immediately stood, looking down at Jeff.
"Listen. It just doesn't seem like you guys are getting your acts together any time soon, and maybe you're just coming on a little too strong? I mean I know you guys cuddled that whole movie, you had that look. And I know that look. I just think you might end up hurting his feelings, and I know you don't want that."
"What the hell Jeff?" Blaine shouted, although not too loudly, knowing Kurt was next door. "I would say you don't get this, but the funny thing is, YOU DO! You've been in the exact same situation as me. In love with your best friend. Plus we're gay, I mean that's not helping. And you know how hard this is on both of us. Okay? I DO NOT want to mess this up, and now you come along telling me that I'm coming on too strong? Y'know what? I change my mind. You don't know what it's like to be me or Kurt. You haven't been through what we went through. You've been a prep schooler all your life. You don't know the gay slurs or the bullying, and the fact that you could dare ridicule me about just trying, just attempting to make a move, and to get my shit together, that's not right dude. As a matter of fact, I can't handle this right now. I'll catch you later Jeff," he finished unemotionally, running his hands through his now ungelled, unruly curls.
Jeff was frozen. Shocked. He could only muster a few words before his thoughts overwhelmed him again. "Where are you going?"
"For a walk, to get a drink. I don't know, to talk to someone who's not you, hell, maybe even Kurt," he muttered coldly, emphasizing Kurt's name as if it offended Jeff. And with that, he stormed out of his dorm room, wrenching the door open, and slamming it behind him, sending a vibration through the room.
When he returned later that night, he found a small note from Jeff on his bed saying that he was sorry, and that he would apologize in person tomorrow, as he was already sleeping restlessly, fitfully. Blaine had only really walked around campus, sipping a water bottle. He spoke to no one, only a small half wave when necessary. His thoughts took over him. That night, he didn't fall asleep until very late, having nightmares of what it was like to ever lose Kurt.
*End Flashback*
Blaine sat outside of his dorm room for another five minutes before deciding that if he wanted to make it back to Kurt's on time, he would have to head in now. He paused at his doorway after getting up and rapped loudly three times on the door. He heard a groan, and not a sexual one at that, and the Jeff called, "Come in!" He opened his door and entered to a pair of flustered, swollen-liped, messy haired, and panting boys.
"Uh, hey guys, just gonna change. We have bonding in ten minutes," he said rather emotionless, albeit a little embarrassed, knowing that he had just flat out interrupted his friends from making out. He walked into his closet and overheard a quick conversation as he pulled on something much more comfortable than his Dalton uniform.
"What's up with him?" Nick asked quietly.
"Um, it's me. We kinda got in a fight last night."
"Really? Why?"
"I'll explain later. I still need to make amends with him. How? I don't know yet… You should go change… and maybe fix your hair." Blaine could practically hear Jeff wink.
"Oh, yeah," Nick responded, chuckling softly. "See you in ten Jeff."
"Bye, hon." There was a smacking sound, and Blaine knew they had kissed goodbye. He finished pulling his tight, white V-neck over his head and walked out of his closet, faced by the awkward silence. "…Uh, I'm gonna change. You can go, if you wanna," Jeff stated awkwardly.
"Yeah. I'll go." And he left his room to a very unsure, confused, puzzled Jeff, who was still apprehensive on how to apologize.
"KURT! I LOVE ALL OF THIS FOOD! WHY DIDN'T YOU COME HERE SOONER? YOU HAVE THE BEST FOOD!" Andrew exclaimed excitedly, while shoving his face with everything in sight. Murmurs of agreement came from the others in his room. Luke, Nick H., Cameron, Trent, Wes, and David were also all already at Kurt's dorm.
At precisely 7:01 a sharp knock was heard on the door. He opened it immediately and Kurt had to clench his teeth to stop his jaw from literally dropping. "Kurt! Hi! Long time no see eh?" Blaine greeted him. Kurt just nodded his head, as that was all he could manage. Blaine was dressed simply. Navy sweatpants with DALTON going down the side in red, hanging low on his waist, and a tight, tight V-neck that should be illegal. His, dark, tanned, muscular arms were shown off perfectly, the V dipped just low enough to see the tinniest bit of hair, and it hugged him so tightly, Kurt swore he could see is six pack through it. He had ungelled his curls from what looked like running his hands through it a lot, but they fell freely across his head, looking soft and oh-so-touchable. Kurt had to restrain himself from reaching out right then and there and running his hands through them.
"Uh, hey Blaine. Come in," he answered with as much self dignity as he could muster, even though his voice cracked when he said his friend's name. He tried to quickly step aside to let him in, but in the process he tripped over his own foot. And just as he thought was going to land flat on his face, Blaine quickly caught him by his waist, and hoisted him upright again. "Thanks, um, wow I'm a klutz."
"Happens," Blaine responded cooly. His hands remained on Kurt's waist, and they stood still in that doorway, just staring in each other eyes, searching for that feeling that they so badly wished the other reciprocated.
"YO LOSERS! MOVE IT OR LOOSE IT! We've been waiting here for like five minutes! We want in on that food before Andrew eats it all! Because he will. And you know it," James exclaimed. He, Jesse, John, Ethan, Richard, Flint, and Thad all stood at the door way, clad in lounging clothes, mostly with the Dalton crest or name adorning somewhere.
"Hey! Don't blame me, gingers thrive on cookies and chips," Andrew called back.
"Uh, Drew… I'm pretty sure that's just you," Trent said sadly to his friend eating a cookie. Andrew just shrugged.
"Blaine! Stop groping Kurt's hips and move!" Richard called. Kurt flushed a brilliant scarlet, and it crept all the way into his hairline and past the dip of his V-neck. Blaine just laughed and dropped his hands.
"I happen to be a fan of Kurt's hips, thank you very much." That earned a few looks from the boys in the room and lots of laughs.
Pushing his embarrassment aside, Kurt finally moved from the doorway, sashaying and shimming to his bed where he sat. His hips moved in ways not fit for words, and his ass in those tight black jeans, well that was just too much for Blaine. He was still standing frozen in the doorway. Jesse whispered in his ear, "Blaine. Close your mouth. You'll catch flies." He snapped his mouth shut immediately but kept his gaze fixed on Kurt, who had crossed his legs and was looking rather pleased with himself. Luckily he was toying with a loose piece of thread on his light blue shirt, so he didn't see Blaine's embarrassing expression. "Oh," Jesse added, "and move!" He didn't whisper this phrase, and shoved Blaine lightly so he walked. Before he had and control of his feet, they had pulled him right next to Kurt where he sat down.
All of the Warblers, minus Jeff and Nick, were now in the room chattering and eating. As soon as Blaine was about to start up a casual conversation with his pale friend he suddenly jumped again. "That reminds me! Music!" Kurt exclaimed.
"What reminds you?…" Blaine asked, suddenly very confused. They had just been sitting there for two minutes. What could have reminded him of something?
"Oh hush you. You'll see." Kurt shooed people away from his desk and quickly dug through his locked drawer to pull out his iPod. He quickly snapped the lock back and plugged it in the iHome.
He selected as song and as the opening bars rang out Niff walked in the door and shouted with the music, "SHAKIRA SHAKIRA!" And then all of the Warblers began singing at the top of their lungs to Shakira's, Hips Don't Lie. The boys were dancing and shimmying, and really just moving around the room like insane fiends, but it was very amusing. But when Kurt started moving his hips again, Blaine had to use all of his concentration to not stare for more than fifteen seconds at a time and to continue singing along with the lyrics. He knew that if he stopped belting out the words with his unique tenor voice that all of his fellow Warblers would notice, and they would know why as well, except Kurt of course, who was lost in his dance moves. So, with much focus, he sang with his friends all the way through the song.
When it ended, Kurt lowered the volume on the music and set it to a playlist of Top 40 songs that Blaine helped him put together. They sat back down on the couch this time, next to where Cameron and Jesse were talking animatedly. "So, um…" Kurt began awkwardly. "What now? I mean… I know we're supposed to bond and all get along like happy little chums and do things that I supposedly do not want to be exposed to, but what exactly is that?"
"Well, right about now, actually, someone usually calls for Truth or Dare," Blaine said. Kurt groaned audibly, thinking Well, that could only end fantastically, with all of these boys. Oh joy! "It's usually-"
He was cut off by Flint calling out, "TRUTH OR DARE TIME BITCHES!"
Blaine rolled his eyes and finished, "Flint."
"Come on, now lovebirds. Time to gather round in a circle."
Kurt's eyes narrowed at 'lovebirds'. He couldn't help but get mad. He was sick and tired of everyone calling them something that they weren't. Even though he so, so wished that they could be called lovebirds, or boyfriends with it being the truth, they weren't. As far as Kurt knew, the feelings were one sided, and he most certainly did not appreciate being lied to about his own love life. Or rather, non existent love life. He snapped at his friends. "Okay listen here," he addressed everyone, although he pointed at Flint. "If you, or anyone else here calls me and Blaine lovebirds, I will come after you. Okay? I've been told I have a way with my words, and I will point out every single flaw in you to which the point even the insults feel insulted about how untrue and false what your saying is. Now please, if you don't mind, do not call Blaine and I," he growled the word, "lovebirds. Make sense? Good, I'm glad I got through your incredibly, exceptionally thick minded skull heads that only hold the capacity of what is a lie, cunning plans, wit, and mindless harmonies. If you don't mind, I'd like to play some Truth or Dare." Everyone in the room was frozen. They all wordlessly sat in a circle to the left of Kurt's bed; it was awkwardly shaped as some players sat on the couch, some on the floor, and some with their legs dangling off of the side of Kurt's bed. Blaine and Kurt kept their space on the sofa and John opened a bottle of soda and chugged it all down to use in the game. He burped loudly and Nick H. fist bumped him and Thad gave him a high five. Kurt simply cringed, and he saw Jeff, who was across from him on the bed, did as well.
"Who's first?" John asked.
"Flint," Kurt stated simply. "He started the game, he spins first."
"Fair enough." John handed the empty bottle to Flint who took a grip on it and gave it a good spin. It went around in circles until slowly spinning around to a stop in front of Trent.
"Truth or Dare, Nixon?"
He paused for a minute then decided on, "Truth." Flint smiled menacingly meaning this could only mean something bad.
"Out all the gay guys in the room; Jeff, Nick, Blaine, and Kurt, who would you want to date and who is the hottest? And no. Even though we all have our suspicions, Wes and David don't count." That earned the darer two glares, and laughs, smiles and claps on the back from everyone else.
"Ooh. I see how this is going to be," Trent said, thinking. "The hottest, probably Blaine. Even if he is a hobbit." The Warblers cat-called and whistled, while Trent blushed and Blaine raised his head and did the princess wave in honor. Kurt eyed how hard Trent blushed and jealousy pooled within him. He knew that look. Did he like Blaine? Hell to the no, as Mercedes would say. That is Hummel's property. Keep out!
"And?" Flint pressed. "Who would you date?"
"Hm… probably Nick, 'cause he's the nicest." Hmm… maybe he doesn't? I don't know… I just don't like that look.
Then in unison, the remaining three boys said, "Hey!" But Kurt added as an after thought, "Actually I get it. I know I'm a bitch." Blaine smiled warmly at him and motioned him to come closer so he could whisper something in his ear.
"You're fierce, there's a difference," he said softly. Kurt blushed furiously, but grinned so wide that if he wanted to walk through a doorway you would have to break into pieces to fit through.
"I don't really care," Blaine added after thinking. "I mean I am the hottest." He wore a smirk.
"Still waiting!" Jeff sang.
"Jeff, you're a bitch too," Trent countered flatly. The blonde huffed and took Nick's hand, as if to mark his territory."I know…" Jeff said.
"I love you anyways. You're my bitch," Nick consoled.
"That sounded so wrong on so many levels dude," Ethan said. "Your bitch? Come on!"
"God Ethan! Must you make everything awful?" Kurt asked. "That was actually kind of endearing…"
"Thank you Kurt," Nick told him. "I try."
"ANYWAYS! Breaking up this little quarrel," Trent interjected. "My turn to spin!" He whirled the soda bottle with a flick of the wrist and it stopped pointing directly at Wes.
"Ooh! Wesley. Gavel-man. Truth or Dare?" Trent asked the asian, with a indecipherable tone to voice.
"Truth," he said without thinking.
"Ah, I was hoping you would pick that."
"What? Why? Shit! What are you gonna make me say?"Then, all of the sudden, Trent blurts out, "Have you and David ever kissed?"
Wes looked away, shamefaced and mortified and David's eyes widened. "Yes," he muttered, almost inaudibly.
Blaine looked smug, as if he already knew this information, as did Thad. Everyone else in the room looked clueless, shocked, and even a little embarrassed for their friends. Then of course, Trent had to go and make it even worse. "Why?"
Wes's prior expression fell, and he whitened, dreading what he had to explain. He knew what was coming and just mumbled the first excuse that came to mind. "Dares." Although it was true, he knew Trent would just press forward even more, as he was eager to find out the dirt.
"Have you ever kissed otherwise?" He asked. Thad, Blaine, Wes, and David were all thinking the same thing. Yes.
Blaine's thoughts whirred. Wes blanched. David panicked. Thad tried to remain emotionless, but it was inevitable. He was freaking out. They all remembered that day like it was yesterday.
*Flashback!*
"Wes! We need to practice! If we want to be appointed for council next year, we have to nail our harmonies," David told his roommate and best friend Wesley.
"God David, you sound worse than me," he responded smoothly with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll practice. Can we at least break it up into the two parts? I mean it is a duet."
"Sure thing. Wanna practice with the music? I mean we don't have any other guys to mindlessly harmonize with us, so why not?"
"Sounds good, Wes. Hit it." He started the music on his laptop and they sang the song straight through.
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
They goofily moved around the room, jokingly flirting with each other, as a joke, as if they were mocking the song. They belted out the lyrics and used their mastered vocal range to make it just perfect. They were faking the chemistry between one another, it was just a playful joke. Although they didn't admit to themselves, they sounded amazing.
I got your picture hangin' on the wall
It can't see or come to me when I call your name
I realize it's just a picture in a frame
I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me
And they don't groove me like when I hear
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
I play the game, a fantasy
I pretend but I'm not in reality
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me
No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together
I got some memories to look back on
And though they help me when you phone
I'm well aware nothing can take the place of being there
So glad we got the real thing, baby
So glad we got the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing
On that last line, they ended near each other, standing much closer than two friends usually stand, no matter how tight the bromance. And as if it were some sort of unspoken agreement between one another, they both leaned in for a kiss. As soon as their lips met, they immediately recoiled, realizing how wrong, how weird, how not right what they were doing was. They left no reason for exploring or experimenting, it just felt too forbidden, and not the kind of forbidden that makes you want to break the law. It was the kind that you didn't even think should exist. They both stepped back after pulling apart, staring down bashfully and awkwardly, when David decided to break the tension, silence, and kill the giant elephant in the room.
"How about we just pretend that the past two minutes of our lives didn't just happen?" he asked softly.
Wes could only nod furiously and mutter, "Yeah."
That didn't exactly work; pretending did nothing for either of them. They carried on the rest of their day as they normally would, except they didn't talk to one another. Yes, they still walked together and had an occasional conversation, but something was horribly off. They wouldn't speak animatedly, there weren't any antics that they were usually up to. Blaine and Thad were most attentive, and they knew something was really off. Every time they tried to address the problem they either ignored the fact that there was an issue, or they just told him that would talk about them later.
Finally the time came when a loud nock was heard on Blaine's door. He and Thad were just running through the setlist for Regionals on their own time when he opened the door to a pair of what looked like to be very, very confused boys.
"Wes? David? What's up?" Blaine asked, much too happily for the matter at hand. His tone quickly changed when they saw their almost… disturbed facial expressions.
"Uh," Wes began, unsurely. "We just- we need to talk to you guys. Like a serious talk… I-I-I… I'm really sure how to put this."
Thad was looking over from where he had been sitting at the desk, confused. Blaine quickly ushered his friends into his room, put the tie on the door for Jeff, and sat down, with his friends following suit. Wes and David let out a shaky breath in unison.
"David? Can you?…" Wes posed quietly.
Sensing his friend's discomfort he nodded and bit his lip, a nervous habit he had developed. With as much dignity as he could muster, and with stutters here and there, he retold the story to his other two best friends of how he and Wes had kissed. For him, it even felt weird to think the word "kiss" and "Wesley Montgomery" or anything pertaining to him, - except maybe as a joke - in a sentence together. Never had David been unsure about his sexuality. He was always so sure that he was straight. After all, in middle school he even had girlfriends, although not serious ones, they still existed. David even had a girlfriend right now! Did this count as cheating? Isabella, his girlfriend at Crawford Country Day was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Granted, it had only been a month and a half, but he really did like her. He started to panic a little, as he continued with the story.
Once he finished, Thad and Blaine looked blank, as if something just slapped them in the face. And this was a surprise attack. Sure, the Warblers all had their fun with joking about how Wes and David's bromance was so intense that they were secretly gay, but no one ever suspected them to actually act on it. This kiss, even though it was told as a mistake, it was a huge, mammoth, deal. Of course, they didn't know how their friends felt about this, but it most certainly did not seem happy or excited. After all, they both had girlfriends.
There was a little notion in the back of Blaine's mind saying, "Sure! Come to the gay friend when you and your straight best friend kiss! Woohoo!" But he pushed it aside. After all, he was one of their best friends, and he was sure they would've come to him, homosexual or not.
There was a brief, two minute silence after the story due to the shock. Once it all finally sunk in, Blaine asked, "So, are you guys attracted to one another? Because, it doesn't seem like you've just had a total revelation on how you're all for the gay, like Nick and Jeff are bound to have any day now."
"No," they answered at once, although no too quickly, as if they were trying to lie. David made a little hand gesture to Wes, signaling for him to continue speaking first.
"I mean… Sammi is awesome. I love her. I-I just, I don't know what brought this on… it's so confusing. I'm - no offense David - not attracted to him and I didn't feel anything at all when we kissed other than, this is as weird as fuck." He smiled a little towards the end, allowing little grins to etch upon the other's faces as well.
"Uh, I guess I could say the same, except for Is. I mean, she's great, and I just don't want this to get in the way of our relationships, or our friendship, Wes."
It was Thad's turn to speak. He knew how hard this was on his friends, and how awkward it must be for Blaine. I mean, he's never been in a relationship before, and there goes his two straight friends with girlfriends, kissing each other. Then he has to go and give them his "gay advice". He felt that it was only fair if helped him out. Thad tried his best to muster up something convincing, but he did mean with all of his heart what he said. "So, it's decided. You guys both didn't feel anything when you kissed, and you're strong enough to push past this. Not to pretend it didn't happen though, because that will just make all of your feelings bottle up, and that's not the right thing to do. You guys got this. We're all still best friends, right dudes? We can make it through anything! Just wait until Blaine starts to like someone!" They all cracked up and smiled, and with that, the slate was cleaned, and the air was breathable again. The four friends continued on, not thinking about that day in Wes and David's junior year, where just the tiniest mistake was made.
*End Flashback*
The four snapped back to reality after reminding and Wes answered simply, "No." It was a lie, but David immediately relaxed, and Blaine and Thad knew why he hadn't told anyone. Not only was it really their none of their business, the group as a whole had already pushed past this little slip up, and there was no way they were going to go through it again. Let alone with fourteen other Warblers involved.
Wes spoke smoothly though, believable. The asian knew though, that this meant tension was going to lie in the room until another person was dared, so he grasped the bottle, ready to spin. The Warblers looked fine, and the light mood still vaguely remained. He was eager to bring it back though, so he spun, hard. After it when around for a long while, it stopped just barely pointing at Kurt's shoe.
"KURT!" several Warblers exclaimed.
The newest addition to the a cappella group blushed, knowing that this was going nowhere good. "Oh dear…" he droned sarcastically.
"Kurty-pie," Wes began, earning himself a glare from the countertenor, and a mixture of a look of approval and anger from Jeff for using his nickname, "Truth or Dare?"
Kurt just groaned. "Truth."
"This is a very important question I'm going to ask you. And you have to answer truthfully. Okay?"
"Okay, Wes. That's kind of the idea, since I picked Truth! Not, oh-lie-and-say-something-false-even-though-I-picked-truth. So yeah Wes, I will be as honest as possible." Wes rolled his eyes, but everyone else in the room laughed, breaking some tension that still swarmed the air.
"Out of me, Ethan, Cameron, Jesse, and Thad, who's the hottest?" The boy's with their names mentioned looked attentively at the porcelain boy.
"Cameron," Kurt said, simply after Wes finished quickly. There were cocked heads and raised eyebrows. No cat-calls and whistling like last time because only one of the guys was gay in this situation. "What? It's the truth. That's all I'm saying. You asked, I answered." Silence. "Did you expect me to just sit there and ponder over it?" There were a few shakes of heads and a couple of shrugs. "Whatever."
Kurt was about to spin when Luke laughed out loud. "What?" Nick H. asked. Luke whispered something in his ear. More laughs. When it reached Cameron, his eyes widened and he turned to get a better look at Blaine, where he sat near him on the couch. He nodded. It went around the room until it stopped at where Kurt and Blaine were sitting."Really guys? Gonna leave us in the dark? Thanks. What great friends," Blaine said, annoyed.
Then Jesse leaned over and whispered into Blaine's ear, "Luke noticed that you have the same hair, skin, and eye color as Cameron."
Blaine paused, thinking this over, and decided to push back the comment, and just asked, "So?"
"He obviously has a type."
"Shut up!" Blaine exclaimed much too loudly, where everyone in the room, save Kurt, gave him a knowing look. Jesse just shrugged.
The Kurt, sitting on his left, was just simply examining his nail beds. "Y'know," he stated. "You guys are just asking to be yelled at again."
"Do you really think we mindlessly harmonize?" John called out.
Kurt sighed and admitted with reluctance, "No. I was just angry. Everything else, I most certainly meant." He didn't look up once from his hand.
Blaine placed a comforting hand on his friend's knee and told him, "I'll tell you." But before anyone could glare at him for spilling the beans, he over exaggeratedly winked. He whispered into to his friends ear, lips grazing skin, "They think it's funny that even though Wes asked the question, he got totally shot down. You know he wanted to win." Kurt shivered at the intimacy of the whispering, and he was undeniably turned on, but he laughed, because he did find it funny.
"Like I said before, I answer honestly," he whispered back, noting the little goosebumps covering Blaine's exposed, tanned arms. He also realized that his curly haired friend has yet to remove his hand from his leg, and it was slowly creeping closer to the mid thigh, rubbing the little circles that Kurt was starting to get very acquainted with. And he liked it. "Anyways," he began, raising his voice back to normal, "time to spin."
Kurt twirled the bottle lightly in his hand, like a baton, before whirling it around and having it land on Jesse.
"Ooh, goodie. Truth or Dare Jesse?"
"Dare," he said confidently.
"Bad choice. I don't take Truth or Dare lightly. I always get into it, so, prepare yourself." Jesse's confidence wavered slightly, scared of what Kurt Hummel was going to put him up to. "I dare you to go down to the kitchen, take a can of whipped cream, stand in the hallway in front of my dorm, strip down to your underwear, and spray yourself with it, and dance while singing the Spice Girl's Wannabe." Jesse gaped. All of the other boys were laughing already, or giddy with anticipation. "Oh, and you have to let one of us video tape it and put it on Facebook."
"Are you freakin' kidding me Hummel? That's like… damn! I can't do that!"
"Rules are rules, Jesse, now off you go, down to the kitchen!" Kurt chirped and pointed at the door.
Jesse stood and walked out, grumbling something sounding like, "That damn new kid… coming up with fucking crazy dares…" After he had left the room and slammed the door, all of the Warblers cracked up, giving Kurt his well earned credit for his amazing dare.
"Damn Hummel! That's gonna be epic. We haven't had a dare like that in forever!" Ethan exclaimed.
"Why thank you Ethan. I'm honored. But like I said, I don't take Truth or Dare lightly, and I will aim to make this the most epic game you guys have ever played." Murmurs came from around the room saying things of how it already was or it was on it's way to being the best, after this dare. Kurt listened in as he reluctantly took Blaine's hand in his - blissful, those seconds were - and moved it back on to his own leg so he could stand. As soon as he did, he missed the warmth and the soothing patterns. He walked over to where his iPhone was already plugged in and changed it from the playlist to the Spice Girls and paused Wannabe before it started. "Blaine?" he called while still changing the song.
"Hm?" he got in response.
"You mind getting my camera from the drawer? No one else know's the code."
"Sure!" Blaine chirped happily, excited to do anything for Kurt. He quickly jumped off of the couch and dug through the drawer until he found the camera. "Got it!"
"Thanks Blaine. Do you mind filming?"
"Sure!" he repeated, just as cheerfully.
At that moment, Jesse reappeared in the doorway, and just as he was about to step in to the room Kurt shouted, "STOP! Don't you dare think about coming in this room with a can of whipped cream in your hand! Back up!" Jesse held his free hand in defense, and back out into the broad, grey carpeted hallway. Kurt quickly grabbed the iHome from his desk, unplugging it first, and motioned for the gaggle of Warblers to come out into the corridor behind him. They filed out of the room and moved down the hallway to a corner so they had more room. Kurt set the music player down and gestured at Jesse.
"What? Why are you pointing at me like that?" Jesse inquired.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "If I do recall correctly, I did say that you had to strip down to your underwear, so on with it."
"You recalled correctly!" John told him.
Kurt rolled his eyes again. "Thank you John."
"Anytime!"
He ignored his friend's comment this time and waited as Jesse pulled off his T-shirt that read Dalton Swim Team and pulled down his sweatpants, also Dalton colors, like Blaine's, except they were red with blue lettering instead. That left Jesse with a muscular stomach exposed, and him standing in rainbow boxers. Yes, rainbow.
Jeff gasped. "Jesse! Your gay is showing!" Blaine, Kurt, Nick, and Trent laughed the hardest at this, but everyone else chuckled along as well.
Jesse just groaned and said, "Shut up! Can I get this over with please?""No," Kurt said. Everyone stared. "You can't do the dare unless you have fun with it. Otherwise it takes the fun out the game. If you don't laugh at yourself, and enjoy it, then it's no fun for anyone else."
"He has a valid point," Flint stated. Blaine nodded in agreement.
"So," he continued. "I'll take that, just for a second." He pointed at the can of whipped cream in his hand. Jesse handed it over to him apprehensively. Kurt whispered to Blaine, "Go get the Nerf guns! Take Niff and Wevid with you. I heard they're the masters." Blaine nodded, and motioned for a few boys to come with him.
"Where are they going?" James asked.
"They'll be back soon. For now, DANCE PARTY!" The Warblers whooped and cheered and Kurt played I'm Sexy and I Know It. All of the boys broke into song, dancing like crazy, waiting for the other's return.
"Niff, Wevid," Blaine whispered after Kurt told him to get the guns. He slipped the camera into Cameron's hand, who understood without the need to explain. "Plan Nerf's a go." The four other boys nodded as they headed back to Kurt's room. The five of them and Kurt had planned this out at dinner on Thursday night. They knew that at least one person was going to refuse a dare. They already knew that Kurt was the ultimate darer from one night in Wes and David's dorm. Needless to say, it ended with Wes having to crack six eggs on his head and then smearing the yolk on his head onto his legs like body lotion. But that aside, they had formulated this plan knowing that one person would try to weasel out of one of the "Dare Master's" ultimate challenges.
They stormed into the room, ready to attack, but before they could grab the guns and run, Nick spoke up, and sounded angry. "There is a giant elephant in the room and it's not because of me or Wevid. Blaine, Jeff, make up right now. I don't care what you fought about, but you have barely spoken to each other all night. Fix it. Otherwise we won't let you leave the room. Right guys?" Wes and David were confused, so they just nodded.
"Not to seem like a douche or anything, but I have nothing to say," Blaine stated. "And this can't take too long, Kurt's dance party can only last so long."
"Well I do have something to say," Jeff told Blaine. He looked at him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry. What I said to you was way out of line. I didn't mean it. I don't know what made me do it, and I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions and that I didn't think back to what it was like to be in your situation. I remember what it was like before I was with Nick, and how hard it was." He took Nick's hand. "I shouldn't have said any of those things, and the bullying and stuff… Blainey, I'm sorry about that too. If I was there for you then, I would've killed them with my flamboyantness and sass. I feel awful now. And God, that was the worst apology ever."
"I liked it. Now come here," Blaine said, opening his arms for a hug. Jeff released his boyfriend's hand, and accepted Blaine's hug. He squeezed him tight, happy to have his friend back. "Although, I'm sure they wouldn't've come near me if you were around me then. Sass scares bullies." Jeff laughed as he stepped back from the embrace.
"Okay, that was adorable and sweetly gay and all, but we have a group of a cappella singing boys out in that hallway with Kurt directing them, I think we should head back," Wes said.
"I agree," David and Blaine said at the same time. They looked at each other weirdly, and just laughed as Blaine headed into Kurt's vast closet meant for two people. He pulled out the plastic laundry basket filled with Nerf guns.
"I call the Vulcan!" Nick exclaimed, picking up the big gun that has a belt that fires the bullets automatically.
"Hot," Jeff said.
"Save it for the bedroom Jeff," David said.
"Oh, I will," he countered.
"I needed to hear that," Wes groaned, looking through the basket. He pulled out two matching Recons and blew on them like in the old country western movies.
"I think you did," Jeff retorted, grabbing the first gun from the pile, not really caring what it was.
"Shut up guys. We gotta move," Blaine said, picking up two guns in each hand, and gesturing to the others to get some for everyone else. They all carried a bunch of guns out of the room, and kicked the door shut. Blaine had an Alpha Trooper tucked under one of his arms and he marched down the hall, his four friends flanking him.
As soon as Kurt saw his five friends clad with guns walking down the hall, he immediately shut off his music, much to the disappointment of the others, who had still been happily dancing. "Freeze Jesse!" Kurt called, and Jesse instantly stopped moving as he had been dancing slightly, still wearing just his rainbow boxers. His eyes widened as he saw Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, and Blaine handing out big, orange Nerf guns to all of his friends. Once they were all armed, fingers were on triggers, and guns were pointed. All of them at him. "Listen closely, Jesse," Kurt spoke ominously.
Blaine came in next. "We're gonna have a little pre-dare shoot off here. And if you still don't wanna do it, and do it while having fun, we'll ambush you again. Make sense?" Jesse nodded furiously and then he noticed Kurt wasn't holding a gun. He still held in his hand the can of whipped cream, and that too was pointed at Jesse.
"Three," Jeff and Nick said together.
"Two," Wes and David joined in.
"One!" everyone exclaimed in unison. And they all shot, Nick's gun firing three bullets per second, and the others all hitting Jesse square on the chest. Kurt shot the whipped cream all over the dark haired boy in his boxers, and sprayed it all over him. Kurt made extra care not to use more than half of the can because Jesse, who was laughing and screaming at the same time now, still had to spray it on himself.
"Okay, okay!" Kurt called. "Cease fire!" The boys stopped shooting at once. "Ready to dance Jesse?"
"More than ready. I'm gonna have fun with it now. I promise." Kurt could tell he was being sincere, so he gave him that. And luckily, no one had given Cameron a gun, so he had caught the whole shooting scene on tape as well. "Hit it!" Ethan started the music and Kurt tossed Jesse the can. He sprayed it all over himself and in his mouth as the opening bars rang out in the North Wing. He sang at the top of his lungs, laughing in between lyrics and dancing like a wild man. He rolled his hips and wiggled. At the chorus he belted out, "IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER YOU HAVE GOT TO GIVE. TAKING IS TOO EASY. THAT'S THE WAY IT IS!"
All of the other Warblers were dancing and singing too, laughing their asses off. What made it better is that they had it all on tape. When they yelled the last note, everyone collapsed into hysterics. Once they collected themselves and calmed down, Kurt scurried to his room for some paper towels to clean the fallen cream. The other boys picked up the darts and gathered the guns and all trooped back to the dorm, where they retook their prior positions in a circle. Although when Jesse looked back down at himself, he realized how badly he needed to clean up.
"Guys, I'm gonna go shower real quick. Uh, Cameron I'm just picking you. Truth or Dare?"
"Ugh, truth. We need to wind down after a dare like that." Everyone silently agreed.
"Warblers. Collaborate for a nice truth for Cam. I needa shower. Tell me what I miss!"
"Sure!" someone called out to him and he bound out the door. Then all of the Warblers huddled around, minus Cameron, exchanging ideas as for what to give him as a truth. Finally, it was Nick Hudson who came up with a good idea.
He asked, "If you were gay, out of all of the Warblers, who would you go out with or hook up with?"
Cameron's expression went from 'what the hell guys?' to surprised and then to a face of serious thinking. After about a minute of silence, he finally spoke up. "Jesse."
Everyone gaped. Except Kurt, Jeff, Nick, and Blaine. They all knew. If you are gay, they kind of have a tendency to fall in love with your best friend. Or at least that was the pattern for those four. It was an unspoken knowing though. Their faces just showed that the weren't surprised at all.
"What are you guys so shocked about? He's my best friend! I mean, I don't think about him like that, I'm totally straight, but I mean, just look at Kur- I mean Nick and Jeff. They fell in love, and they're best friends." Cameron hoped that nobody noticed his slip up on Kurt's name, but Nick and Jeff's faces lit up. And Kurt and Blaine beamed, as if they knew the feeling, which all the Warblers in the room knew, they did. "Alright," Cameron said soon after. "My spin!" He forcefully spun the empty soda bottle and it pointed directly at Blaine.
Cameron smiled. "Blainers," he said. "Pick your poison. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare," Blaine responded immediately. Then Cameron looked at Kurt, and Blaine began to panic. This wasn't gonna end well.
"Kiss Kurt."
"Excuse me?"
"I think you heard me, Anderson. Kiss him." Blaine looked over at Kurt, who looked scared, anxious, and excited all at once. Blaine leaned in and pressed the lightest kisses possible on the corner of his best friend's mouth just as Cameron exclaimed, "Wait! I change my mind! Plus, that doesn't even count as a kiss."
Both boys groaned but they felt exhilarated and thrilled, and even though that was only smallest, simplest of kisses, they felt a spark, a zap of electricity. A shocking new sensation that was so unlike either boy had ever felt before. Blaine, of course, had kissed others, but never had it felt quite like that. His kisses had been either drunken, dared - like this one -, or not meaningful. While yes, this was a dare, he felt something…
Kurt on the other hand had been, almost, awoken. That kiss, he still didn't count as his first. A dare shouldn't count. But yet, this was so very different from his other kisses. Brittany's kisses were meaningless and dull and just full of nothing. His kiss with Karofsky, well that he just didn't like to remember. That kiss was not of mutual consent. That kiss was stolen. This kiss, while chaste and barely even a kiss, was just so much more powerful; it was alive with energy and passion, and boy did he like it.
Kurt pushed his knew found like for kissing Blaine aside and grumbled, "Fine Cam. What do you want us to do? And I say us because I know this will end up involving me." He began inspecting his nail beds again, picking here and there.
"Go in to your closet. Seven minutes in heaven." Both boys' eyes looked like they were about to pop out their heads. "And you have to actually make out. If you don't we'll know. And there will be consequences." Kurt was still in shock, but then he got an idea. He smirked now, and even looked a little excited. Thad saw his expression change and took it the wrong way. He winked at him. Oh god, now Thad thinks we're actually gonna make out in there. Dear Prada. He knew the boys would immediately huddle by the door to listen once they were in the closet, so he took this advantage to talk to Blaine.
"Blaine," he whispered. "We're gonna trick them. Fake noises, y'know? We have to! It'll be funny!" Blaine look almost… disappointed? But he nodded, agreeing, and then flashed Kurt his winning smile. Kurt spoke loudly. "Okay then." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and almost pulled him to the door. "Set your watches guys!" And he slammed his closet door. He left the light off, but could faintly see Blaine's silhouette.
"What are we doing?" Blaine asked, hushed.
"We have to trick them. They won't cut as a break if we don't at least make them think we did something, so we'll pretend. They won't cut us any slack. They haven't come to the door yet, but they will. You'll hear the steps."
"O-okay. So how is this working?"
Kurt thought. Then he grasped Blaine's shoulders and pinned him against the door with a loud thud. Whoops came from the other side of the entry, and the boys heard the shuffling of the Warblers coming to listen. "What now?" Blaine asked as softly as he could. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Do you want your friends thinking you're a wuss?"
"No…"
"The follow my lead. I know you can act." Kurt still had Blaine pressed against the wall. He moaned loudly ( and fake) and said his name with so much sexual affect it was actually turning Blaine on. "Blaine…"
Apprehensively Blaine followed along. "Ugh, Kurt, right there. Right there!" They continued making noises. Blaine wanted this to be as real as possible, so flipped so Kurt was now pressed against the door, and he was at the perfect height for just what he needed. He breathed along Kurt's neck and in his ear and Kurt moaned loudly again, except this time it was genuine.
"Blaine!" Kurt exclaimed, ridiculing him though, but with enough effect that the boys outside could hear. He whispered in Blaine's ear, closely on purpose. "I thought we were pretending," he breathed.
He said his response audibly on purpose, as it could go along with what they were doing. "What if I say I don't want to?"
"We have to!" Kurt replied back, just as clearly.
Then Blaine thought. This won't be a real make out session if there's nothing left behind. "We have to leave marks," he told only Kurt.
"FOUR MINUTES!" they heard Flint call from outside.
"Marks?"
"Mhmm. Hickeys? Bruises?"
"Ah."
"How are we?…"
"Oh!" he exclaimed loudly, and Blaine wasn't sure if it was for the show they were giving, or because he had a revelation. He noticed his loud voice. "I have makeup. I can give you a hickey with eye shadow."
"Okay…" Kurt bent over, and Blaine just started as his ass shamelessly in the dark. If only they really were making out…
Things made clanging noises as Kurt searched, and to make sure it didn't seem as if they weren't still intensely sucking face, they threw in moans and groans and growls of each other's names here and there.
"TWO MINUTES!"
"Hurry," Blaine pressed.
"I got it. Don't worry." Kurt stood, much to Blaine's disappointment, actually, holding a pallet of eye shadow and a tiny flashlight. He shone it on Blaine's collar bone and carefully applied the makeup to the sensitive spot. It was colored a deep purple and once Kurt was satisfied, they hear the final call.
"1 MINUTE!"
Both boys' thoughts were whirring. Blaine and Kurt were thinking the same thing. If we're not really making out in here, does that mean he doesn't want to make out with me? Or does he want it to be more romantic like I do? Does he not like me at all? This is so nerve-wracking! They decided to push the thoughts aside and just continue playing along with the little antic.
As the boys counted down outside of the room, not only did they hear Jesse's "I'M BACK BITCHES!" And how he got shushed, but Blaine also realized another thing.
"Hair."
"Hm?" He groaned again.
"We need sex hair. Otherwise it won't be convincing. Come here."
"No one ever touches Kurt Hummel's hair, except Kurt Hummel."
"I'll be careful, I promise." Kurt reluctantly agreed, and Blaine slowly reached his hands out and ran them through Kurt's hair. It was soothing and relaxing. It actually felt so good that he let out a whimper. Blaine told himself that it was part of the act, but deep down, he knew it wasn't.
"My turn," Kurt stated, clasping Blaine's hands and removing them from his head. He left their hands intwined until Blaine nodded.
Now's your chance Hummel. What you've wanted to do since the beginning of the night. Mmm, I bet their soft. He slowly raised his hands to Blaine's black curls. He eased his hand through, and Gaga, were they soft. He mussed them up, rubbing them between his fingers, and pushing them every which way.
"FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! Seven minutes are up!"
"Do we look convincing?" Blaine nodded, and opened the door.
"DAMN HUMMEL!" Was one of the first things Kurt heard when the door was opened. There were cheers and whoops and then the question came.
"So, are you guys and item now?" Damn you, Andrew. Yeah. That question. Does I wish qualify as an answer? both boys thought.
Blaine, being the smooth liar, and dapper, polite person he is, just simply replied, "Of course not. All we did was make out. It was for a dare. No biggy. Still best friends." Blaine grabbed his hand and they sat back down on the couch again, everyone else taking their places once again. No one said anything about that again. They all looked extremely disappointed, as if they thought a dare was what it was going to take to make Klaine happen. Oh no, both boys were much classier than getting together on a dare. They have higher standards than that. A dare isn't exactly Kurt's idea of Broadway standards romance.
To break the awkward, downcast mood, Jesse burst out, "So what'd I miss?"
"CAMERON WANTS TO GO OUT WITH YOU!" Trent exclaimed. All of the Warblers laughed, save Cameron and Jesse.
"Uh… what? Cam? Care to explain?"
"Well, my truth was if you were gay, which Warbler would you go out with or hook up with, and I said you 'cause you're my best friend. And I explained to these dumb shits that I'm straighter than a pole," someone coughed and said "a bent pole", but Cameron ignored them, "and that I don't think about you like that, but y'know, Trent talks shit all the time."
"I'm touched that you would date me Cam," Jesse said sarcastically, putting a hand on his heart. "So that's all I missed?"
Cameron answered, "Well yeah. I dared Blaine to kiss Kurt, and they did, well barely, and then they had seven minutes in heaven because I revoked my other dare, and then they came out all… disheveled."
"That's an understatement, I mean check out Anderson's hickey!"
"Damn Hummel," Kurt heard again. "You ravished him."
Kurt only smirked. If only they knew…
Deciding to break the talk about his fake make out session, Blaine said, "Hey isn't it my turn?" The Warbler said their statements of confirmation and Blaine spun the bottle, only to land on Nick.
"Ooh! Duval! Truth or Dare?"
"Hell to playing it safe! Dare!"
Blaine thought for a while. Pondering over the many possible things he could make Nick do. He decided to keep it on the safer side. "Hmm… Ooh! I got one, it's obviously no where near as good as Kurt's, less intense, but… I dare you and Jeff to kiss. Except you both have to be chewing gum, two different colors, and when you're done, the gum has to be switched." Nick and Jeff looked at each other with smirks that could only not be good. Kurt had blushed lightly at the compliment and he realized when he felt a squeeze on his hand that he hand't let go yet. He did what he thought he could only do and squeezed back.
"Hummel, got any gum?" Nick asked, smacking his lips and staring at Jeff.
"Sure do," Kurt replied. Then he realized that to get the gum, he would have to get up and let go of Blaine's hand, which had started rubbing soft circles over one of his knuckles; and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Blaine's hand was moving almost automatically, as if it was subconscious. So Kurt decided to yell over to Richard, who was leaning on the side of his desk. "Rich, can you grab two flavors of gum out of my top drawer?"
"Sure dude," Richard replied. Kurt was about to yell at him for being called dude, but he decided against it. Not everyone knew that he didn't like it. Richard stood, and pulled out two pieces of 5 Gum; a blue piece and a green piece. He handed them to Nick H. who passed them to John, who gave one to Jeff and one to Nick.
"Ready?" Nick asked his blonde boyfriend, putting his piece blue of gum in his mouth.
"More than ready," Jeff answered, also popping his piece in. Then the boys leaned in at the same time and kissed heatedly. It was full of passion and love, although lust was present too. Towards the end of the kiss, Nick ran his fingers through Jeff's hair, and they pulled apart at the same time.
"Is it switched?" Blaine asked, curious.
Nick and Jeff just looked smug. "Oh Blainers," Jeff started. "You foolish boy. It's mixed." Their smiles were piercing.
"Oh god. I needed that image," Wes cringed.
"I'm sure you did Wessy. Now for the evidence." Both boys took out their gum, and sure enough, the two pieces were mixed into a blue and green, tie dye resembling, wad. "There you have it, losers."
"Thank you Niff!" Flint announced, trying to change the subject. "Anyways… TIME FOR GROG!" Cheers erupted in the room, and all of the boys stood, ready to pick the Warbler to be the Grog.
"You ready for this?" Blaine asked comforting, yet equally as boldly.
Kurt groaned. "Ugh. As I'll ever be. But someone has to explain this crazy game to me."