Klaine Advent Day
Everyone vetoed Rachel’s shouts of Spin the Bottle. It was Santana, taking a momentary pause from her drunken hysteria, to recommend Truth or Dare. Kurt didn’t care for that idea much either, but everyone besides himself and Finn were past the point of no return on having violent, puking hangovers the next morning.
Santana went first, picking Rachel, who burped and picked dare.
“I dare you to… suck Artie’s toes.”
Rachel did hers and Kurt had to look away. Blaine cheered and laughed beside him, his curls a floppy mess. From Rachel it passed to Tina, then Mike, Sam, and back to Rachel. Every turn grew more depraved and sexual.
She stared around at them, swaying even though she was sitting. Then her eyes fell on Blaine and Kurt, still mercifully left out of the fiasco unfolding.
“Blaine Warbler, truth or dare.”
Blaine laughed. “Uh dare.”
Kurt gave him an appraising look. He’d expected dare, but that wasn’t accounting for the alcohol.
“I dare you to kiss…” Rachel’s eyes landed on Kurt and she gave a sloppy, lazy version of a wink. “Kiss your favorite person in this room.”
Everyone catcalled. Kurt shifted away from Finn on his right, but Blaine’s hand caught his shoulder.
Puck gave a roar of approval when Blaine kissed him. Sharp, bitter alcohol and peppermint. Kurt tasted all of it for a fleeting second as their lips met.
Blaine pulled back as quickly as he’d leaned in. “Mmm, your lips are soft.”
“Get it, Hummel!”