Kurt was having a good time. Half an hour into the party Puck had arrived and, after seeing everyone's bored and sober faces, promptly threw away Rachel's STUPID drink tickets and broke into her dads' liquor cabinet. Within twenty minutes the party had picked up and Brittany had already stripped her sweater. When, another hour later, Kurt was finally tempted by Mercedes to take a drink, Brittany's shirt was gone.
Kurt's world was spinning slowly and pleasantly around him. He'd stopped at one drink, not at all eager for a repeat of the Bambi incident, and made sure that drink was more coke than rum, yet he still had a his buzz. It kind of made him want to sway.
Mercedes leaned against him, tired of laughing, and was clicking her tongue amusingly. "You're making a samba," Kurt told her.
She took her head off his shoulder and gave him a half smile. "Then we should dance."
Kurt's eyes widened; SUCH a good idea. "Yes!" He hopped up and helped his significantly drunker friend to her feet. "Dance Time!" he yelled and dragged Mercedes up onto the stage. Rachel was sitting in front of it, tucked under Finn's arm, and laughing. Kurt didn't think she'd mind him using her stage. Finn wouldn't either.
Finn. Kurt suddenly remembered Blaine. Where did Blaine go? Kurt spun around quickly searching for the curly headed boy. His eyes first landed on Brittany, down to her bra and shoeless, before moving on. Blaine wouldn't care about naked girl bodies.
Puck was wearing Zizies glasses and being circled by an angry Quinn. Tina was hanging off Mike and accidently flashing the room her panties. Santana was crying in the corner and yelling in Spanish. Where was Blaine?
AH! There he was, on the couch with Sam playing guitar. Kurt trotted off to meet him, completely missing the way Mercedes called after him. "BLAINE!" Kurt chirped and twirled before landing squarely between Sam and Blaine. "Blaine, there you are, I've been looking for you."
"Kurt." Blaine's smile was so pretty, why was it so pretty? It was unfair to be that pretty when smiling. Kurt looked stupid, especially since he couldn't make himself smile with teeth without looking like he was in pain.
Kurt reached a hand out to pet the boy with the pretty smile's knee. "You're playing guitar."
"I am," Blaine said with a nod.
The couch dipped and Kurt heard Mercedes say Sam's name. She was distracting Trouty Mouth for him so he could talk to his Blaine! Kurt sighed and made a note to thank her later. Then he scooted towards Blaine more. "I lost you."
"I went to the bathroom. When I got back you were singing with Rachel." Blaine shrugged. Oh, now Kurt remembered that. Oh, he had another drink then too… water but it tasted a bit funny. That was a while ago.
"How long ago?"
"About an hour and a half." Blaine put the guitar on the ground and his arms and lap were wide open, Kurt wanted to crawl into them. Instead he scooted closer so their legs were pressed together from hip to ankle.
"Too long." Kurt sighed and pressed their shoulders together. "I like this, you're all warm."
"I like it too," Blaine said and Kurt let his eyes fall shut. Being next to Blaine was so nice, even if they weren't kissing. Just touching felt so nice. "It'll be midnight soon, half an hour."
"Oh," Kurt said with another sigh. "Everybody kisses at New Year's. I never got to before."
Blaine stiffened next to him for a moment and then relaxed. One of Blaine's hands found Kurt's thigh mid-way up. "I haven't either. I was never with anybody at the right time."
No. Who would leave Blaine alone at midnight on New Year's? That was so stupid of them. Blaine had, like, the best lips of anybody. Kurt tipped his head back so he could see Blaine's pretty face; instead he got the side of Blaine's jaw. Still so pretty. "Do you wanna kiss me?"
Blaine shifted so he was looking into Kurt's eyes. Wow, so pretty and golden. They were like Twilight's were supposed to be, but prettier. So much prettier. Why was Blaine so damn pretty?
Blaine's breath fanned out over Kurt's face, soft and warm and SO, SO good. "I always want to kiss you," Blaine said.
It made Kurt blink. His brain was a bit foggy and his thoughts were loopy, but not so unfocused that he didn't take pause at that. If – if Blaine wanted to kiss him all the time why didn't he? Why didn't he just let them date so they COULD? Kurt pushed himself up and away so he could ask but, before he could open his mouth, Rachel's voice filled the room through her speakers.
"Who wants to pick a New Year's song?" she called to the room. "We need to pick something better than Auld Lang Syne, New Directions."
Nobody really responded so she repeated herself, louder. Kurt watched Finn pull himself off the ground and hop on stage. He'd wrapped an arm around Rachel's middle when Brittany called out a suggestion. Kurt rolled his eyes. If he never had to hear 'My Headband' again it would be too soon.
Blaine shifted next to him and Kurt's attention was pulled back to the pretty boy. So pretty. Kurt smiled at him serenely and wiggled so he was pressing closer to the older boy. "Love Shack!" Kurt yelled out to Rachel. He didn't really want to sing it, but he might as well play along.
Blaine had thought he was done with high school parties, but then Kurt had invited him to one and, rather than stay in the Hummel's house on New Year's with Kurt and Finn's parents, Blaine had jumped at the experience. His burning flame for Kurt also helped that decision along, a little.
Or a lot. Kurt was so – warm snuggled into his side, it was kind of throwing Blaine for a loop. He hadn't drank anything, determined not to doing anything stupid and so he could keep a watch on Kurt and Finn, and settled himself down on the couch after his bathroom trip. He'd thought for sure Kurt had forgotten him but then his boy had appeared at his side and it was all Blaine could do to keep his hands to himself. Touching Kurt just made him want the boy more. Fuck he was clingy!
"Ke$ha!" the mostly naked blonde Blaine was pretty sure was named Brittany called out from atop a table. The raven haired girl who'd spent most of the night crying clung to the blonde's leg, face finally dry.
Rachel, tiny, HORRIBLY dressed spitfire, harshly vetoed the suggestion and encouraged more from her crowd. Blaine was pretty sure she already had a song picked out, she just wanted to make everyone think they had a choice. Blaine, for his part, really didn't give a shit. He just wanted the boy slowly curling closer into his side. The boy he couldn't stop imagining kissing at midnight.
Damn he wanted to kiss Kurt at midnight. He wanted to start the year off kissing this BEAUTIFUL boy and maybe never stop. No, DEFINITELY never stop. Kurt was so…
Blaine lost himself in his thoughts, imagining all the things he'd never let himself do, and lost track of time. He couldn't kiss Kurt at midnight, not with all these people around, not with Finn around. Finn still, somehow, hadn't figured them out yet, and Blaine wanted to keep it that way.
Guilt swam heavy in his stomach. Every once in a while Finn asked how he was getting along with Kurt and, necessarily, Blaine had to lie. He couldn't very well tell Kurt's protective older brother he was sleeping with the boy. Lying to Finn made him feel so dirty, and like what they were doing was wrong. But then he'd see Kurt and touch him and taste him and nothing else mattered.
ANOTHER FUCKING CLUE! He should have KNOWN! How had he let Kurt get so close and not even noticed?
"TEN!" Blaine jumped, there was counting around him. "NINE!"
Kurt wriggled at his side, pushing himself up. "EIGHT!" Suddenly Blaine could only see Kurt, nothing but his boy's beautiful face. "SEVEN!" Kurt's mouth moved with the word, breathless on his lips. The way his teeth caught his bottom lip made Blaine's breathing hitch. "SIX!" It looked like 'sex' on Kurt's lips and Blaine shuddered.
Kurt moved closer. "FIVE!" Or maybe that was Blaine moving closer, he couldn't tell. "FOUR!" Intoxicating, Kurt was intoxicating. "THREE!"
"I want to kiss you." Kurt whispered as everyone yelled the next number. Blaine could only hum.
"ONE!" The room yelled and then Blaine heard no more. The sound of nearly twenty people greeting the New Year was gone, replaced by the soft intake of Kurt's breath as their lips pressed together.
Blaine's hands shot up to grip Kurt's shoulders and his lips pressed closer. Kurt's mouth was so sweet. He could drown like this, caught up in this boy he wasn't supposed to feel things for.
Blaine's fingers tightened around Kurt's shoulders, wanting to keep him forever. His insides jerked. He was so needy; it would be embarrassing if he wasn't kissing Kurt.
Then it was embarrassing because Kurt's lips were gone and the younger boy was sprawled on the ground. Blaine blinked at him, confused.
"Oh, sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to bump you," Mercedes cooed and slipped to the ground beside Kurt. Her hands reached out to pet him and Blaine's insides surged with jealousy so strong he had to clench his teeth to stop himself from yelling at her.
Kurt laughed and batted her hands away. The jealous thing inside Blaine did a victory dance at that. "I'm fine." He looked up at Blaine, eyelashes fluttering. "I'm perfectly fine."