Clara has been giving me the cold shoulder. When I came in after that few days of dropping off the face of the world, she smacked me so hard across my cheek. Understandable, considering she had to handle everything on my behalf.

"Clara, could you come in here? It's urgent," I tell her through the telecom.

The door burst open and she shimmies in, crossing her arms across her chest and refusing to look at me like a defiant child.

"What," she says.

"I got you something. To say sorry," I tell, placing the Chanel paper bag on my desk. She sneakily glances at me and her eyes go wide. "This is for not telling you where I was for three days. I'm sorry."

She walks forward, still trying to hold her composure but I can tell she's excited. She takes the paper bag and pulls out the item. Her face alights with glee. Her blue eyes are wide as she studies the basic black Chanel purse. It has chains for straps with a Chanel logo on the front side of the bag.

"Oh my god," she says. She jumps from her chair and runs behind my desk and wraps me in a hug. "Thank you!" She basically yells.

I know how Clara is. She's a woman with pretty expensive taste.

"Well, I did put you through hell-"

"Yes, you did. I never got to know what happened," she prompts as she takes a seat across my desk and holds her new Chanel purse in her arms like a precious baby.

"Basically I found out why my father hired Cooper," I tell Clara briefly. Even though she and I have a close knitted relationship, she still knows that she's my assistant and she cannot pry when I tell her brief things about the company.

"Well, the next time you decide to disappear, I'd like a heads up."

"Will do."

"Do you need anything else?" she ask.

"No, thank you."

"Thank you, for the bag," she smiles joyously as she exits my office.

It's funny how Kurt made it sound like everyone was looking for me when I was AWOL but the truth is, it was only Clara and Kurt. My mother didn't even know that nobody could find me, Cooper didn't really give a crap nor did my dad.

I'm still contemplating whether I should talk to my father. The news of his cancer is still afresh in my mind and I don't think I can come to terms with it. Despite his very homophobic remark about my sexuality which he apparently told Cooper, he is still my father. I sigh tiredly, because my mind is exhausted.

I realize that I have to talk to my dad, because it's only rightful for me to do so.

"Clara, I'll be back in awhile-" I tell her when I emerge from my office.

"Like after three days?"

"No, just an hour or so," I roll my eyes. "I'll be on my cell if you need me."

"Okay," she says.

The elevator takes me up to the highest floor. The doors ding open and it shows a waiting room, with one reception desk and a door beside it that is my father's office.

"Blaine," Roberto greets. My father's assistant. A very proficient young man fresh from Princeton. He has a thing for Clara. I can tell from the way he ogles her chest during meetings.

"Is he in?" I ask.

"Yes. I'll just let him know you're here."

Roberto presses on the telecom that connects him to my dad. He tells him that I am outside and my dad gives him the grant to let me in. I turn the knob and my father is smiling at me, sitting behind his desk. How can he smile when he despises me? His gay son.

"Blaine! What a nice surprise," he says.

"Surprise? We're in the same building dad. I see you on a daily basis."

"Yes, well that is during meetings. What can I do for you?" he says.

"I just came here- to talk."

"Oh?" he says, moderately intrigued. "Have yourself a seat then."

I dreadfully take the seat across his desk and try to swallow my nerves. Why is he all cheery and lively? If he has cancer, terminal cancer at that, shouldn't he be morose and cranky? I don't know. My dad is a pretty mercurial man. He's also quiet a magician- able to hide things even from his family.

"How are you, dad?" I ask.

He looks confused. Unable to comprehend what I'm asking. "Me? I'm fine," he says.

"Really?" I press on.

"Yes?"

"Dad- I know."

"Know..what?" he says.

"About your cancer," I tell and his face tenses and falls. It is true. "Cooper told me."

He remains silent. His eyes not meeting mine. Why? Even though my dad and I are not as close as he is with Cooper, I am still his son. I have every right to know his health well being. Yet he chose to hide it from me. I demand to know why.

"Please talk to me," I plead.

"Blaine-"

"No, dad! Do not use that patronizing tone with me. I'm an adult, I am your son. I have every single right to know of your health problems. So tell me, how come you never told me about your cancer?"

He sighs as he falls back onto the backrest of his Throne tiredly. I see now the black rings under his eyes, his pale cheeks, his red rimmed exhausted eyes.

"I didn't tell you because there is still hope that I can get rid of this tumor."

I stare, confused at my father. "But Cooper said it's terminal-"

"It is. Initially, at least. But I've been meeting with a doctor from Chicago who specializes in throat cancer, and he says there might still be a possibility for me to get rid of it."

I feel relieved somehow. Like a torchlight has been shun in the chasm I was decomposing in. "How?"

"I'm not sure yet, but it's got something to do with removing the throat cells or something using a new form of technology that will not only vaporize the cells, but also take them out of your system through your bowels. It hasn't been tested on anyone yet. I might be the first to do this. If it works- well then I'll be cured completely."

"Dad," I say, trying hard to process this hope. "That's amazing- but what if it doesn't work?"

"Then- well lets just say the odds won't be in my favor."

"That's risky-"

"It is, Blaine. But I will try every bit of hope there is."

"Does mum know?"

"She doesn't-"

"Dad-"

"I don't want to worry anyone, alright? I only told Cooper because I had to and I had hoped he would keep his mouth shut but apparently not."

It's hard for me to grasp the simple fact that he has cancer, now I have to grasp the fact that he can cure terminal cancer? It sounds impossible, but my dad knows how to handle himself so if he thinks there's a cure, then maybe there truly is.

"Okay," I say, understanding that he does not want me to tell my mother too.

"It's going to be fine, Blaine."

"You don't know that, dad," I point out.

"Maybe- but do one thing for me, would ya?"

"What?"

"Have some hope. I don't want this to worry you or affect you in any way. Just go on with your life. What is going to happen, will happen."

"Dad-"

"Do this for your old man, okay?"

I sigh and nod my head, though I don't know how this cannot affect me. He's my father. Even though he doesn't favor me put together with Cooper, he is still the man who gave me life, who brought me up, who made me the person I am now basically.

"Dad, I also want to talk to you about another thing though," I say fearfully to bring the subject of him handing the company over to Cooper.

"Yes?"

"Well, when I talked to Cooper, he told me of the reason you hired him," I say and I notice my father's brows raise. "And I guess I just wanted you to know that I understand your decision why you want to hand the company over to Cooper in the event that- that you pass. He's your first son, so I guess it's only natural that it goes to him."

My father studies me. He is scratching his chin as he analyzes what I said. I feel weird under his scrutinizing eyes.

"You think I want to hand the company over to Cooper because he's my first born?"

"Well- that and he's straight. I mean, Cooper told me you didn't want a gay man running your company."

My father's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Cooper said- what?" he says in shock.

"That you didn't want me to run the company if you passed because I'm gay-"

"I have never said such a thing," my father says in infuriation. "How dare your brother put such things in my mouth after what I've done for him, you'd think he'd be grateful that fucking prick."

My father rarely gets angry. He was a strict father when we were growing up but he has always been warm, though he knows we still have to respect his role so when he starts cussing, you know he is severely pissed off.

"What else did he say?" my father asks me.

"Well, that- basically. He said that you hired him because if you passed, you wanted him to take over the company because you didn't want me, your gay son, to run it."

"Look," my father sighs. "I do want him to run the company, but not for the reasons he apparently thinks. He is a stupid prick and now I'm reconsidering handing it to him. I only ever wanted to hand the company over to him because, unlike you, he needs it."

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"Blaine, you've made me the proudest father one can ever hope to be. All your achievements are outstanding and I am constantly getting praises from friends and work leagues about how successful you are. Unlike Cooper, you don't need this company. You don't need the family name to remain your high rank post. Cooper does. His behavior alone will not only tarnish the family name, it can also send him into prison.

I will always be on the fence about your sexuality, but you have proven to me that despite it you can still be the best son a father can ever wish for. Why, you've done remarkably well for this company's benefit. Your sexuality does not bother me as much, Blaine. It certainly is not and will never be the reason why I don't want to hand this company to you."

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. My father rarely sents so much compliments at my way. My knuckles are twitching to knock Cooper out for lying to me. How dare he. I should have known he was only trying to find a reason for me to not talk to my father- quit, even. He was trying to save his ass. I see that now.

"I'm assuming Cooper also told you why he got fired from his job?"

"Because he slept with a fifteen year old girl and the firm didn't want anything to do with him. Yeah. Why did you help him, dad? What he did was sick."

"I did not help him," my father says calmly. Thank god. To he honest I was actually a little frightened when he was a monster seconds ago. "I helped Denise, and Camilla."

"What?" I say, confused. My brain isn't functioning well right now with all these new information.

"Denise is a stay at home mum, Blaine. Camilla is two years old. If Cooper had been sued, he would have gone to prison and then Denise would have a hard time taking care of Camilla. As much as I want your brother to pay for his disgusting mistake, I don't want Denise to pay the price for his behavior. I helped them, not your brother."

That make sense to me now. How come I never thought of it that way. Jeez, you would think an early MIT graduate would pick up on things faster.

"So you paid that man so he wouldn't sue Cooper?"

"Yes," my father says. "You see Blaine, unlike your brother, you are far more capable of taking care of yourself. Cooper on the other hand. So please do not ever think I would hand over the company to Cooper solely because you are gay. That has never been an issue. If it was, I wouldn't have let you worked here in the first place."

I am so angry at Cooper. How dare he twisted my father's words to get me riled up, making me think my father despises me. He makes me sick. He cheated on his wife, betrayed his child, lied to me for his own selfish ways, made my father look like the bad guy. I want to do something. Something to retaliate. Childish as it may sound, I decide to tell on him.

"You should know that I walked in on Cooper fucking his assistant a few days ago."

Just like that, the rage in my father's eyes are back. Like a campire in a dark cave. I shrink into my seat because even though he's not actually mad at me, his simple infuriated face is enough to make a whole elementary school cry.

"He did what," my father hisses through gritted teeth.

"He slept with his assistant," I tell nervously.

"I can't believe that idiot," he says. "I gave him a chance to start afresh from his mistake! This is what he does?"

I remain shrunken in my seat, unsure of whether I should take off or protect myself with shields.

"Follow me," he says and he stomps from behind his desk and walk to his office door. "We're going to pay your brother a visit."

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Jennifer notices my father and I walking towards Cooper's office and she quickly jumps from behind her desk to greet us.

"Mister Anderson," she greets us both.

My father looks at her as if she's trash on the side on the road. "Is this her?" he ask me, and I nod quickly.

"Get your things and get out. You're fired," my dad tells Jennifer, who is stunned. I lose the battle to smile at her sarcastically before I follow my father into Cooper's office.

"Dad, Blaine..what are you-"

"Did you sleep with your assistant?"
my father ask as he stalks forward and takes a seat across Cooper who is still stunned by the presence of both of us.

"What?" he says, and quickly glances over to me. Who is squirming now, Coop.

"Answer the question," my father says sternly, in that way he does that you know he can't be challenged.

"Dad-"

"Cooper, you answer that mother fucking question right now," my father says through gritted teeth. My soul practically jumps out of my skin at his tone. This takes me back to my childhood years.

Cooper's face falls. He studies his pen on his desk, unable to meet the glare of my father.

"I told you that nonsense like this cannot happen again. I told you to turn a new leaf, for Denise and Camilla."

"I know that-"

"You don't know," my father interrupts. His voice is a tense echo in this room. "My rules were simple- no more nonsense of this nature or I will fire you."

"Dad, please-"

"I think I've given you multiple chances to change for the better, and because you refuse to change and I am a man of my word, Cooper you're fired."

My eyes go so wide I feel my lids go tired. Did this really just happen? I feel a tad at fault but then again Cooper brought this on himself.

"Dad-"

"No. And from now on you're going to pay for the mistakes you've done, starting with telling Denise what you did."

"I can't do that-"

"Well then maybe you should have thought of that before you went ahead and slept with a fifteen year old girl, and again with your assistant."

"Dad, I will lose Camilla-"

"That is seriously not my problem. You should have known the repercussions of your own actions," my dad says as he stands up. "Effective immediately of my decision. I am not going to let that man sue you because even though you belong in jail, Camilla and Denise still need some form of income. So I suggest that once you tell her, go find a job so you can support her with alimony when she inevitably leaves you."

I stand far at the corner, unable to comprehend the sight before me.

"Oh, and one more thing," my father says. "Don't you ever tell your brother things I never even uttered. I am very particular when someone puts words into my mouth. I had no idea what I was thinking wanting to hand the company over to you- a shriveled excuse for a man."

He stomps out of the office and I am left with the tense air on Cooper's office. His face is ashen, stunned at what just happened. I want to leave so badly.

"Satisfied?" Cooper says and I am shocked.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you satisfied now that you've basically ruined my life?"

"I didn't do anything. You did this all on your own. And how dare you try and make this seem like my fault considering the lies you told me. Fuck you, Cooper. This is so typical Cooper, not wanting to take responsibility for your own actions. Well then too fucking bad. You know, I know Camilla and Denise will be okay because dad, mum and I are going to make sure of it but you- god you're a disgrace," I spit at him.

"You did all this because you were upset daddy didn't give you his company?"

"You know, I thought I cared about that at first- about who got the company, but I've come to realize I don't. Dad has cancer- that's what I care about right now," I say and Cooper's face grows madder. Good.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go back to work. You don't. Have a nice life, Cooper," I say as I make my exit.

"Blaine," Cooper calls and I turn at the door frame. "You'll regret this," he threatens.

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"Cooper got the boot?" Kurt shrieks. "Oh my god what the hell is wrong with him!"

"I know right-"

"I mean it's one thing to cheat on your wife, then he goes ahead and plays psycho bullshit with you to make you think your dad hates you? He's crazy."

"He is," I agree to Kurt as he rambles on over the phone the next day.

"So where is he now?" Kurt ask.

"I don't know? He cleared out his things and the news of his resignation is a shocker to everyone in the office. I haven't heard anything from Denise."

"Do you think he really told her?"

"I don't know," I sigh. "It's like I don't even know him anymore."

"I'm sorry Blaine. But he is insane."

"Yeah."

"And so your father might be able to cure the cancer?"

"Apparently so."

"I've never heard of a proper cure for cancer, let alone terminal cancer."

"My dad sounds promising. I don't know but I'm hoping he cures."

"Me too," Kurt says.

"Alright, I have had too heavy of a day yesterday and today dealing with all this. How about we go out for a couple of drinks tonight? Hit the town and shit. It's been awhile since we did that."

"That sounds so perfect, but-"

"But you can't. Because of Gabe."

"I'm sorry. He's taking me to the an exhibition down at the museum tonight. Raincheck?"

"You've been writing out a lot of rainchecks lately."

"I'm sorry," Kurt says.

"It's fine. I'll just see you soon then."

"Okay. I miss you though."

"I miss you too Kurt," I sigh.

"Call me whenever, okay?"

"Okay."

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I drown myself in work for the next five days. I haven't seen Kurt in such a long time, but I understand considering his boyfriend Gabe isn't a big fan of me so he probably doesn't like it when Kurt hangs with me.

Apparently Cooper has told Denise and she took Camilla with her to live with my mother and father at their townhouse. Cooper's been trying to go there but security always escorts him away. My father orders that he goes nowhere near them until Denise is ready to face Cooper.

Drama at the Anderson's.

The papers has also been filled with headlines about Cooper's axe from the company but my father refuses to comment on anything, much like me. How am to say anything without giving away the crime Cooper committed of sleeping with an underage girl?

Clara's been my only source of company, and Glanda when I come home. It's best to stay indoors these days considering the large groups of paps camp outside my building who will hound me at every chance they get.

It is suspicious though why Cooper was fired after mere weeks of working at the company. They smell blood, like wolves.

My dad and I haven't spoken much of his cancer either. I want to press on, find out what's the latest on the apparent treatment but he wants me to remain tight lip- or not ask him anything at all even. It kills me that I might lose my father.

My phone rings that Friday afternoon when I am busy replying emails to the overseas firm. I smile when I see that it's Kurt calling.

"What's up," I greet when I answer.

"You will never believe who is here- wait stop-"

The phone goes muffled, as if it's being fought over until a female's voice burst through the speakers."Hi Blaine!"

"Rachel? What the fuck are you doing in town?"

"Well it's nice to hear from you too,"
Rachel scoffs. "Finn, Puck, Mercedes, Santana and I thought we'd surprise you guys!"

"You guys are all here?"

"At least pretend to sound happy about it."

"I don't think I can fake that kind of happiness."

"Okay cranky," Rachel says. "Anyway we're all having dinner tonight at Kurt's place. Come over?"

I pretty much have a love/hate relationship with Rachel. I barely talk to Finn and I despise Puck because he's a homophobic asshole and he's done pretty horrible things to Kurt back in high school. Mercedes is fine and Santana's pretty straight forward which makes her awesome.

Even though I would rather find some nice piece of ass for the night, I can't deny that this week has been pretty stressful on me. A nice dinner to catch up on my high school mates might actually be a mind reliever- or more stressful, actually. Then again I don't have anything tonight, why the hell not.

"Yeah, okay," I tell Rachel disinterestedly.

"Great. Come over at seven. See you!" Rachel says as she hands the phone back over to Kurt.

"Dreading?"

"Definitely. Why is Puck here? He's not actually a big fan of yours, or mine."

"I think he's here for strip clubs or something. God knows."

"Okay. I'll see you later."

"Great. See you," Kurt says.

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I climb up to Kurt's apartment shortly after seven that evening. I realize I haven't been here in awhile. Ever since he has Gabe he barely invites me over, though i used to come uninvited. I don't know how I feel about that but I guess I'm happy that Kurt is.

"Blaine!" Rachel squeals when she opens the door. She throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly.

"Hey," I reciprocate her embrace.

"You look well for a promiscuous asshole."

"You look well for a broadway waste."

"Elated," she smiles."Come on in."

I see Mercedes chatting away with Kurt on the couch. Finn is standing at the window looking down at Manhattan. Santana and Puck are nowhere to be seen, but I see someone I recognize in the small kitchen. Gabe is by the stove, stirring a pot. Why the hell is he here.

"Blaine!" Kurt squeals and I feel myself relax into the room instantly. Yes, the simple voice of my best friend comforts me. He runs to me and hugs me. "God how long haven't I seen you."

"Awhile," I say.

"Missed you," he says.

"You too kiddo," I say.

I feel Rachel looking at us and smiling. God knows why. She has a slight tan with leather shorts and a purple knitted sweater with black heels on. The tan makes her look really California.

"So how have you been?" Rachel ask when Kurt parts from me.

"Fine. When did you join the Jersey Shore crew?"

"Ha ha," she snorts.

"Hey boy. How've you been?" Mercedes ask as she steps forward and hugs me too.

"Good, you? How's the record coming?"

"Urg, I rather not discuss that hot mess."

"Dinner will be ready in ten," Gabe yells from the kitchen.

"He's cooking? Should I be scared?" I whisper to Kurt.

"He's a great cook. Shut up," Kurt warns.

"Where is Santana and Puck?" I ask.

"I don't know. They went out to get booze like three hours ago," Mercedes tells.

"Booze? Oh right. I forgot we're no longer in high school."

I stroll into the kitchen to place the apple crumble pie I had bought for the dinner. Gabe turns to me and I see him feign a smile at my presence.

"Hi Blaine," he greets, extending a hand to me.

"Sup Gabster," I take his formal greeting. "How've you been?"

"Great, yourself?"

"Peachy as always."

"Kurt mentioned that you were facing some family issues a few weeks ago. I hope everything is resolved now."

"Kurt told you that?" I ask, wondering why Kurt would tell him anything about me.

"Well, Kurt and I are together and we tell each other mostly everything," he says it like its a fact and my eyebrows raise at his response.

He smiles at me before he carries a pot of beef stew to the dinner table. I can already predict how swell this dinner is going to be.

"Oh Gabe that smells so good," Rachel says.

"I did take a culinary course with Gordon Ramsey once."

"You did? Wow," Rachel says, impressed. I roll my eyes so hard but I catch Kurt staring at me- more like glaring at me.

"Hey Blaine ," Finn greets me. "How've you been?"

"Fine. Just fine," I tell him, half bothering with his sudden conversation with me, half forcing vomit down my throat and the very snobby things Gabe is saying.

Everyone settles into their seats, Gabe beside Kurt, across from me. Rachel is next to me and on either side of the table is Mercedes and Finn.

"Well, I hope you guys enjoy it," Gabe tells.

"I hope so too, Gabster," I say and Kurt glares at me again.

"Shouldn't we wait for Puck and Santana?" Mercedes ask.

"Oh please. You know those two. They probably took those booze to an underground rave or something," Rachel says.

"Nobody goes to raves anymore," Kurt says.

Like on cue, the door burst open and a group of people enter. And I mean a group- a lot of people. Puck is at the very front, with his arms around two trashy looking woman with blond hair.

"Puck, what the hell is going on?"

"What's going on?" Puck repeats. "It's Friday night. We're partying New York style!"

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Apparently somebody put up a posting on Facebook or international Google because in the span of an hour, Kurt's tiny apartment is filled with strangers dancing to bad music. The crowd stretches on to the hallway. Nobody knows how this happened, but apparently Kurt is throwing a huge Friday Night party.

"Puck!" Kurt yells over the music as I follow him from behind to where Puck is grinding on some cheap whore. "Puck who the hell are all these people?"

"I don't know!" Puck yells. "Santana and I went to a bar and we met Louisia here," Puck gestures to the girl he is grinding on. "So we invited her to our party and apparently she had a couple of party heads for friends."

"What party! It was suppose to be a nice little catch up dinner!"

"Oh loosen up Hummel! This is New York baby!" Puck screams and he continues dancing.

"What are we going to do?" Kurt ask and I have to strain my ears to hear him coherently.

"The party's already here. How about just enjoy it?" I suggest.

"Montry's going to slaughter my head."

"Don't worry about him. You've paid four months of rent in advance, remember?" I wink at him and he rolls his eyes.

We practically have to wrestle our way to Kurt's kitchen counter where the alcohol is. There are so many people in this cramped apartment it's crazy.

"Isn't this great? I've always envisioned myself partying at a ditsy New York loft. Hobbit! I haven't see you. How you been? Still holding on hopes to being a big gay success?"

"Hi to you too Santana," I hug her.

"If you'll excuse me, I think I saw a European model somewhere," Santana says.

Santana's that character where she has no filter and she says what she wants. It's actually a gift and a curse because sometimes I laugh so hard at the things she says, something I want to punch her Latino teeth out.

"Where's Gabe?" I ask Kurt who is taking a sip of a bottle of beer.

"I don't know. This place is so crowded I can't find anyone. Where the heck are Rachel and Finn?"

"Stick together, lets go find them," I tell Kurt and we make our way through what was once Kurt's living room but is now a dance floor.

"Hey babe," a familiar voice calls at Kurt and Gabe appears from the crowd. "Dance with me?"

"Okay," Kurt nods gingerly and I roll my eyes. That was obviously a tactic to get Kurt away from me. Sneaky little bastard.

"Hey Rach."

Rachel is on the couch, talking to some guy who looks interested in her. She sees me and quickly jumps. "Thank god. That guy is creepy."

"Finn is creepy too."

"Where is he anyway?"

We both turn our attention when we hear loud chants of Kiss Kiss Kiss coming from somewhere near the window. Finn is there, seated in a huge circle of people with an empty bottle in the center.

"What are they playing?"

"Who knows, New Yorkers."

"Guys! Come on!" Finn calls and Rachel tugs me forward. "Come on play!"

"What game is this?" Rachel frowns.

"Spin the bottle, babe. Rules are you gotta French the person your bottle points to when you spin it. You in?" a man with dark hair and tan skin wearing a casual shirt and jeans says.

"Is that not so college?"

"Yeah, well life is too short to live old," he says to me.

I frown at his stupid slogan. Sure, too short to live old but when you look thirty and you're trying to still pull of Chuck Taylor's, I think it's time to draw some form of line

"I'm in," Rachel says. "Blaine?"

"What's going on?" Kurt ask when he and Gabe appear next to us.

"Spin the bottle? You guys in?" the man says.

"Suddenly I'm in a nineties movie,"
Kurt says.

"Sounds lame," Gabe utters and I frown at him. How uptight is this guy.

"What's wrong Gabster? Afraid someone might kiss your man?" I don't know what possessed me to provoke him but I'm glad I did- despite Kurt's icy stare.

"I don't have a reason to be afraid-"

"Then shall we?" I press on and see his amused smile at me.

"Bring it on," he says. Rachel is frowning at me.

Kurt takes a seat next to me on the ground, while Gabe takes the seat next to him. Rachel is somewhere far from us.

"Everyone understand the rules? You gotta French the person-"

"Yeah yeah. We all went to college we know this shit," another guy with a pretentious fedora hat says.

The first person who spun the bottle was a beautiful woman with long flowing blond hair. She has a tube top on that barely covers her huge knockers. The bottle points to Finn and I see Rachel tense.

The music is still loud and pounding around us. It feels like those New York parties at clubs here. This is what you get when you let Puck and Santana, worst combo ever, to roam the streets of Manhattan.

"Come 'ere sexy," the girl with blond hair says and everyone is cat calling and cheering for them to put on the show. Finn leans in and the girl catches his lips. It's practically porn, watching t-Rex Finn macking on this woman. Rachel is less than pleased.

"Alright, next. You," the guy in the fedora points to Gabe after Finn and blondie parts.

There is loud chatting still around us. Shouts and cheers and keg stands going around. It's basically your average college frat party- except more New York.

"I hope I get you," Gabe says to Kurt.

"You already got me," Kurt says and I roll my eyes hard this time.

He spins the bottle and it points at Rachel and everyone cheers on for them to kiss. Gabe leans forward, so does Rachel and they kiss. It's an eyesore, really. And so awkward to see a gay man kissing a tiny Jewish girl.

"That was awkward," Gabe says when he takes his seat back.

"Awkward for me most," Kurt says.

"Is that how you French?" I ask Gabe and Kurt is practically stabbing me with those eyes of his.

"Okay Mister Confident, you next," Gabe says to me.

"Fine," I say nonchalantly.

I take the bottle in my hands and spin it hard. It twirls and spins in circles for about ten seconds until it stops and points to a person.

"You gotta French yourself!" the fedora says.

"No, you idiot, it's pointing at him- the guy next to him."

I follow the index finger of the man who is pointing at the person I am suppose to French kiss, and it's Kurt.

Kurt looks nervous and I can see him go rigid. I wonder why. He's my bestfriend, sure we haven't kissed before but how awkward could it possibly be? We practically know each other from the heart to skin.

"Okay," I shrug.

I notice Gabe staring at me, his eyes burning with- what jealousy?

I lean forward, Kurt remains at his post as I close the gap between us and catch his lips with mine.

His lips are soft- and I mean, really soft.

I don't know why but I lose my thoughts. Suddenly everything feels okay, everything feels like it's going to work out. I feel at ease, but I feel myself exploding inside like fireworks on the Fourth of July. My mind is in a state of paralysis, my body feels numb.

My tongue slips forward and Kurt allows entry, and he's kissing me back. His lips moving slowly, gently, graciously like he is himself.

The kiss feels familiar. It feels known. It feels like something I've done before, yet it feels new. It feels fresh. It feels like difference- good difference. I lose myself. I forget the crowd and suddenly it feels like it's only me and Kurt in this room, in this town, in this world and all I yearn for is his lips to stay on mine.

I don't hear the music, I don't hear the murmurs, I hear nothing except the feeling of these lips on me. My hand moves forward and snakes behind his neck, pulling him closer towards me. I feel him lowering his restraint and soon he falls towards me too, his lips caressing mine, tongue slowly circling mine, hands slowly grazing my jaw.

This kiss is like a dynamite sent down to my insides. I'm exploding into sparks.

But soon, I think, Kurt comes to his senses and he pulls away from me. I open my eyes and all I see is darkness, except bright blue eyes staring back at me. They look familiar, but also different in the sense of the way they're looking at me. Stunned? Incomprehensible?

I bore myself into those orbs until a loud voice shouts from somewhere in the dark room.

"Power is down, guys!"