Blaine looked at Kurt and visibly gulped, the voice sounded devoid of emotion giving the impression they were completely screwed. Kurt took a deep breath and started the long walk of shame to the diary room.

Blaine followed dutifully and found himself looking around the diary room in search of a new chair. The big red chair, though wide and open didn't seat two people comfortably so Blaine sat in front, too near the camera and feeling under scrutiny. The voice kept them waiting.

"Blaine and Kurt you have broken one of our rules this afternoon. You both need to have your microphones on at all times. As a punishment everyone in the house will be up for eviction this week, everyone will be facing the public vote."

Kurt gasped.

"What?" Blaine said a little too loudly, "You can't do that! It's not fair!"

The voice ignored Blaine's outcry.

"You will tell the other housemates once they are assembled in the seated area. You may leave the diary room unless there is anything you would like to say?"

Blaine opened his mouth to complain again but thought better of it and closed his mouth. It seemed hopeless.

"What will be shown on television? What will everyone see?" Kurt asked quietly, his shame showing on his face.

The voice paused a little too long, driving Kurt and Blaine a little lower.

"Without microphones and cameras nothing is known about what happened behind the door of the cubicle," the voice said simply. "You may now leave the diary room."

Kurt breathed a little easier as he left but Blaine's head was down and his eyes apparently searching for answers and ways of rectifying the situation. The housemates were going to hate them.

As soon as the diary room door closed behind them they looked at each other, unspoken questions asked between them and Blaine nodded imperceptively, a silent way of establishing they were in this together. Kurt walked into the kitchen to continue to drink his coffee, a few minutes of peace before the outcry started and explanations were necessary. He had seemed to forget he was encased in his strait jacket and Blaine came alongside him to help him drink it.

Heidi came out into the living area first, her baby pink pyjama bottoms slightly too tight for her bigger frame but she looked so cute with her pigtails, her arms encased in the jacket that Kurt and Blaine could only smile. "Morning," she mumbled and Blaine dutifully poured her a mug of coffee. She sat on the sofas, her knees drawn up as close as the jacket allowed her chest and Blaine gave her sips of her drink every so ofte. She took a few sips before she noticed Blaine and Kurt were so quiet.

"What's wrong?" she said, looking between the both of them.

Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, deciding whether to share what they were worried about.

"We're in trouble," Kurt started, "We did something stupid and got punished." He looked so sad and lost that Blaine could only remind him he was equally to blame by rubbing his jacketed arm slowly.

"Ooh what did you do?" Heidi said eagerly, her eyes wide and her posture drawn forward.

"Something silly in the bathroom," Blaine said, "But the punishment isn't just for us," he said quietly as if he could pretend that part didn't exist.

"What do you mean?"

"We're all up for eviction," Kurt said, he looked down, he couldn't bear the thought of anger crossing her face.

There was a long pause and in the end Kurt looked up to see Heidi nodding in understanding.

"But what did you do?" she asked again.

"You don't care about the eviction?" Blaine asked, incredulously.

"Well it was bound to come eventually, I mean everyone in here will face eviction at some point. At least this way it's interesting," she shrugged.

Blaine couldn't believe anyone could be that understanding and accepting.

"Please tell me what you did though," she begged and Kurt laughed.

"We can't," he said, "I think you'll have to guess but we did take our microphones off."

Heidi thought it over and it was comical to watch her face change as she realised what they meant. She ended the thought with her mouth wide open and her eyes incredulous. Nicola wandered in at this moment.

"What has Heidi looking like a guppy fish?" she asked the boys as she plonked herself on the sofa.

"Just something naughty we did," Blaine said, "We need to get everyone assembled in the living area."

Nicola stood, looking from Blaine to Kurt realising they weren't going to tell her anymore, so she shouted at everyone in the bedroom until they almost sleep-walked out of their beds and sat down on the sofas.

After a while a few just looked angry that they had been woken up so unceremoniously without anyone telling them why.

"Well my little hobbit," Nicola said, voicing her annoyance, "What did you and Kurt do that was so naughty?" She looked like she thought they were a little pathetic, her idea of naughty so different to theirs.

"We can't say," Kurt said, "But it involved taking our microphones off."

Nicola started sniggering under her breath, giving Kurt and Blaine the idea that she knew exactly what they had done. Faye just looked confused.

"We were sent to the diary room, thought we might get a punishment but they said something far worse," Blaine continued, "Everyone is to be punished for what we did."

"What is it?" Anisa asked.

"We're all up for eviction this week," Blaine said.

Kurt followed the statement with his profuse apologies, which Blaine echoed.

"We never dreamt they would do that," Kurt said, "We feel really bad."

There was silence. Looking at the faces staring at them on the sofas, Kurt realised that not everyone was going to be as understanding as Heidi. Nicola still looked like she was trying to hold in her laughter and Faye still looked confused. Bradley, El and Anisa looked annoyed and weren't saying anything.

"Well that sort of equals out what I did to you then," Anisa said, getting up, her face thunder.

"I'm sorry," Kurt said pathetically as she walked away.

"Forget it Kurt," she said, "We'll see who the public favour by the end of the week and I'm hoping it'll be a double eviction this week." She made a point of giving Blaine and Kurt a heated stare as she went to the bedroom, back to bed.

There was a pained silence, Blaine and Kurt feeling they deserved her anger and no one really wanting to let them off the hook.

"Just forget it my little gay cuties," Nicola said, hating the tension, "She's only worried because she'll probably go this week. There's no way, if the public saw what I think they saw, that they'll evict either of you."

It was strange really how this was the first Blaine had realised his family might have seen or understood what had gone on behind the cubicle door. His face flushed red.

"We're all tools in the grand scheme of things," she said, "All destined to be played by the producers hands."

The rest of the housemates went off either returning to bed or making breakfast, no one really letting Blaine and Kurt off the hook just yet.

---

In the shock and anger of a very public whole house nomination everyone had forgotten that they had finished a task and had yet to hear the result. They were allowed to finally remove their jackets and eventually asked to sit in the living area.

"Housemates," the voice said, "Everyone that had a strait jacket wore it for 24 hours and the remaining members of the house ensured they were well looked after." Nicola sniggered again at that comment, her laughter directed at a blushing Blaine and Kurt. "As you succeeded in the task, you will be allowed to budget and plan for a party tonight. Anisa would you please enter the diary room to accept the list of food and drink you may purchase for your party."

Anisa did as instructed and eagerly brought the list out where the others started planning for their party. There seemed a general consensus that if this was to be someone's final week they would enjoy it immensely and go out with a bang. Blaine and Kurt hung back a little, determined to let the others plan until there was a discussion about what entertainment to purchase. Bradley and El wanted a DJ set whereas Heidi and Faye wanted to rent limitless movies. Faye turned to Kurt and Blaine.

"What do you think?" she asked them.

Kurt looked a little shocked at being asked, at being forgiven so easily.

"Oh I don't mind," he said, "I mean whatever the majority vote is fine for us."

"No really guys," Faye continued, smiling to show she meant it. "We can't decide, let us know what you'd prefer."

Blaine looked at Kurt as if he was considering giving his opinion. Kurt shook his head.

"Oh really?" Nicola said, clearly exasperated. "Just tell us, I mean you're forgiven already. Stop being pathetic."

Kurt looked at Anisa, who shrugged when Faye smiled warmly along with Heidi.

"Ok, well I'd prefer a DJ system," Kurt said, "Blaine?"
"Yeah I think the same," Blaine said.

"Good, now let's plan the music," Nicola said.

---

As Anisa, Heidi and Nicola were engrossed in planning and decorating for the party, El escaped to the alcove for a quick cigarette and although Kurt wasn't sure if he would be welcome, he hovered by the wooden bench.

"Sit down," El said, "I can't resist those blue piercing eyes, you look too much like Pinocchio." Kurt laughed and took a seat.

"Sorry," he said.

"Yeah we know," she said smiling sadly, "I mean we know that you didn't intend for everyone to be punished, it's just the show being mean."

"Well we really are sorry."

"I know. Anisa will come round soon enough."

"You've been a little quiet recently," Kurt said after a while, the smoke from El's cigarette hovering just above their heads.

"I guess it's a little strange in here and I'm sometimes reminded of what life was like before I came into the house. I think I'm doing pretty well now actually." Kurt smiled warmly. "I think we all just need a little party. A way to ease the tension and remind us we're here to have fun."

Kurt nodded, looking through the French windows to see Blaine laughing with Nicola and realised that everyone in the house had grown up and discovered things about the outside world that maybe weren't so nice after all.

"Yeah, I think that's definitely what we need."

---

And party they did. Blaine had selected a very top 40 playlist on the DJ system and drinks flowed. Someone had created a strange punch and Kurt wasn't sure what it was made of, though it was red in colour. Dancing and laughter, as well as loud singing, filled the air and it seemed everyone had forgotten Blaine and Kurt's indiscretion. They were apparently forgiven.

"Blaine dance with me," a much more mellow Kurt shouted as Nicola was gyrating against Blaine's leg. Nicola scowled slightly.

"You'll get a chance later," Kurt said trying to placate her.

"I want to get my gay on too," she slurred, the wine easily going to her head. She started to grind against Kurt's leg as he yelped in surprise but Blaine went up behind her and moved his hips, avoiding touching her in anyway.

"Oh you boys are no fun," she moaned, walking away to find someone who might dance properly.

"Good, I have you all to myself," Blaine said smiling seductively and Kurt laughed, relaxing into the new hold Blaine had over him.

"Are you comfortable?" Blaine slurred. Kurt nodded and closed his eyes.

Blaine's fingers curled around Kurt's hips, his thumbs feeling along the soft skin at the top of his waistband. Kurt's head rolled back and he visibly relaxed; allowing Blaine to guide them together in time to the slow beat of a new song. They came closer and the warmth of the room seemed to increase as Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's ear and started to whisper the song as the words started.

Tell me what you want

I'll be whatever you want

I'll be your lover

You're the drug up in my head

You're the ghost up in my bed

There's no other

Tell me what you will

I'll do whatever you will

And tell no other

You're the song stuck in my head

You're the ghost here in my bed

There's no other

And fuck, this song does something to Kurt who moans loudly, the noise muffled by the music. He doesn't want to forget the way Blaine feels against him – solid and warm, with his smooth hands carrying out the promise on his lips.

Let me take you there

Cross the floor like Fred Astaire

No other, like your lover

Keep you up all night

Let me keep you up all night

No other, like your lover

And Blaine starts to spin Kurt in his arms and dips him backwards, taking the opportunity to kiss him in the style of all great Hollywood romances. Kurt feels his breath leave his lungs.

Underneath your skin

Is where our story must begin

Here under the covers

Aim to sychronise

Looking for the signal in your eyes

Now we are lovers

Tell me what you want

Tell me that's exactly what I want

To be your lover

You're the drug here in my vein

Make a brother go insane

There's no other

Let me take you there

Cross the floor like Fred Astaire

No other, like your lover

Keep you up all night

Let me keep you up all night

No other, like your lover

Blaine dips him again, this time nibbling slightly on the pale skin of Kurt's neck and making him gasp. He vaguely hears Nicola laughing and whooping, something about 'getting some' but nothing is understood until Blaine repeats the final words of the song by his ear.

When you need a hand

I'll understand

They come out of the song, a little dazed and confused and Kurt gulps, not really understanding what he just felt but suddenly aware of the other housemates. They carry on dancing but all eyes are on Kurt and Blaine and Nicola continues to laugh.

"I'd never thought I'd say this but that was really hot," she beamed at them. "You need more drink."

Kurt gulped again, her grin making him feel a little light-headed or that may be the alcohol and she seems to have a plan but he soon has a warm hand wrapped around his waist and he is tucked into Blaine's side and guided to the kitchen where some other concoction is given to him in a posh glass.

The night is young but he's not sure what else will be in store.