"I like the dares," Kurt says, still holding Blaine close.

"Of course you do," Blaine replies, and he breaks away temporarily to find one of the last three cards on the coffee table.  Blaine smirks as he reads, "‘Pretend I'm a stranger at a bar.  Try to pick me up and convince me to come home with you.'"

"That's easy enough," Kurt says with a confident glint in his eye.  "Go over into the kitchen and wait for me."  He pushes lightly at Blaine's shoulder to get him to move.

Blaine grabs his glass of wine and throws Kurt an amused look before walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

Kurt takes a moment to just watch Blaine in the kitchen.  Kurt knows Blaine is pointedly ignoring his gaze and is just soaking up the attention as he casually sips at his drink.  It looks a little ridiculous because he's still only clad in his underwear and Kurt can't help but smile at that.  He picks up his own glass and takes a drink before sauntering into the kitchen.

Kurt leans against the counter a few feet away from Blaine and glances at him.  Blaine is inspecting his nails and putting on an air of boredom as he waits for Kurt to make a move.  Kurt just watches him and goes over his strategy in his head when it hits him--picking Blaine up wouldn't be the hard part, it's pretending he's a stranger.

Blaine has never felt like a stranger to Kurt, even on the day they met. 

Blaine quickly looks over to Kurt and gives him a questioning, tentative smile that Kurt returns.  He tries to push back the sentimentality that had suddenly overwhelmed him.  Blaine makes that a little easier as he begins to absently run his finger around the rim of the wine-glass, closing his eyes and swaying on the spot as if listening to music.

Kurt would chalk this up to Blaine pretending to be in a bar, but he does this a lot--as if his mind turns on a radio in idle moments.  Kurt takes a deep breath and grips his glass a little tighter before scooting down the counter a little more to invade Blaine's bubble of space.

Blaine seems to sense that Kurt has moved closer and he opens his eyes and gives Kurt another shy smile.  "Hi," Kurt says simply.

Blaine looks down at his drink and chuckles quietly, "Uh, hi."

"So..." Kurt drags out the vowel, trying to come up with something clever to say.  He's feeling a little silly.

"If you say, ‘Do you come here often?' I--"

"No," Kurt cuts him off, smiling, "I wasn't going to say that.  I was going to introduce myself.  Kurt," Kurt holds out his hand.

Blaine shakes it, holding on just a little too long.  "I'm Blaine."

"Well, Blaine, I was also going to comment on your interesting outfit choice."  Kurt very conspicuously eyes Blaine's boxer-briefs before letting his eyes slide back up to Blaine's.

"Oh, this?" Blaine stands up straight and places a hand on his hip, "Just something I had lying around the house.  It's comfortable.  I like to choose comfort over trendy any day, don't you?"

Blaine is clearly teasing Kurt and Kurt bites back a sarcastic remark for the sake of staying in character.  "Sometimes," he says.  "Doesn't leave much to the imagination, though, does it?" Kurt asks, indicating once again Blaine's lack of clothes.  He's grasping at straws here; he's never really had to work to get Blaine to follow him.

"Force of habit.  I like to be honest with everything that I do," Blaine says as he leans back against the counter and takes another sip of his drink.  "It's something my fiancé and I have in common."

Blaine looks over at Kurt and has the nerve to smirk at him.  Kurt is thrown for a loop for a second before reeling himself back in.  He scoots closer to Blaine.  "You're engaged?  And where is the lucky man?"

"Around,"  Blaine makes eye-contact with Kurt and holds his gaze.  "He's never too far away."

"And what would he say if he saw you talking to me?"

"He trusts me," Blaine turns toward Kurt, resting all his weight on his arm on the counter.

"And what about me?  Do you think he'd trust me around you?"

"Perhaps.  You know, you two look a lot alike," Blaine grins up at Kurt once more.

"He's a very attractive man, then," Kurt quips, moving a hand to rest lightly on top of Blaine's arm.

"That he is."

"Well," Kurt says, setting down his glass and moving so close to Blaine they are practically toe-to-toe, "If he's anything like me, I think he wouldn't mind if I did this," Kurt brings his other hand up to brush against Blaine's cheek.

"I think that'd be okay," Blaine says, watching Kurt with steady eyes.

"Or this," Kurt runs his hand through Blaine's hair and tugs lightly.

"Probably not," Blaine's voice wavers.

"Maybe this?" Kurt swipes the pad of his thumb over Blaine's bottom lip and watches Blaine's eyes darken.

"Mm-mm," Blaine shakes his head.

"Well, what about this?" Kurt leans in and kisses Blaine full on the lips.  Blaine's mouth instantly opens in response; Kurt can taste the wine on his tongue.

The kiss doesn't last very long but when they pull apart Blaine is breathing hard.  "He--um--he might..." Blaine swallows hard, "Do that again."

Whatever was left of their characters is now gone as they both move forward at the same time, clinging to each other in a long, messy kiss.

Blaine groans deep in the back of his throat and Kurt chuckles lightly, "Truth or dare, Blaine."