During this time he just kept pushing his feeling for Blaine further and further down, trying not to think about him as anything more than his best friend. It was tough, but he had to do this. He cared too much for Blaine, he’d rather just be friends than not have him at all.

He had to admit, Kurt wasn’t particularly fond of Jeremiah. He seemed to constantly glare at Kurt whenever Kurt was talking to Blaine. It was like he didn’t approve of their friendship. Kurt tried his best to be friendly, but Jeremiah was having none of it.

One evening he was with Blaine and Jeremiah having coffee with them. They were holding hands and laughing about how Blaine had managed to get foam on his nose. Kurt just sat there, sipping his mocha, wishing he could be anywhere but here. It was like Jeremiah was deliberately making him feel left out.

“What would out couple name be?” Blaine wondered aloud.
“What do you mean, sweetie?” Jeremiah said affectionately. Kurt thought he sounded over affectionate, almost as if he were faking it.
“You know, like Brangelina and stuff, what would ours be?”
“Bler?” Kurt offered.
“Oh wow, well that sounds awful.” Blaine laughed. “What would ours be, Kurt? Blurt?”
“No, that reminds me of my dad! Probably Klaine?”
“Aww, that sounds adorable. Much nicer than Bler.” Blaine said before taking a sip of coffee.
Kurt pretended not to notice the dirty look Jeremiah threw his way.

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It was Kurt’s birthday this Saturday and to celebrate some of his friends from Ohio were coming to New York more or less to get drunk. Of course Blaine would be going too, with Jeremiah much to Kurt’s disdain. He had decided to have a party in his small apartment as it was the cheapest option and all his available money could be spent on food and booze.

Kurt was delighted that a lot of his high school friends were coming to the party, using it as an excuse for a long overdue glee club reunion. And to be honest, Kurt really needed to have some fun. The whole thing with Blaine and Jeremiah was really getting him down. He just needed to get drunk and to forget everything.

Rachel came over early on the Saturday to help him set up for the party. She helped prepare some of the food, put up the few cheap decorations she bought and set up the music and karaoke area. The karaoke was very much Rachel’s idea, but Kurt just let her have it knowing it would keep her occupied for most of the night. When everything was nearly ready he went to get ready, deciding he still wanted to look mighty hot, even if there was no one there to impress.

From nine o clock his friends from high school, college and work started to arrive. He was pleased with the turn out, especially as a lot of his friends came from Ohio or other states. His step brother, Finn, greeted him with a huge bear hug.
“I missed you so much, bro!”
“Finn, I saw you two months ago.” Not counting his work friends and Rachel, he’d seen Finn most recently out of the people in the room.
“Yeah, but I still missed ya. It’s weird not having my little brother around.”
“Just because I’m shorter than you does not make me your little brother.” Kurt slapped Finn playfully, before going to catch up with other friends from high school. He wasn’t surprised to see that Santana was still the catty bitch he left behind in Ohio.

“Yo’, lady lips. Where’s the booze? The only way this party is going to be in anyway memorable is if I can’t remember it.”
“You know you love my lips, San.” He winked and pointed her towards the cooler with a smile, before heading over to hug Brittany.

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By the time Blaine and Jeremiah showed up, Kurt, it was fair to say, was very tipsy. In fact most people at the party were drunk at this stage, especially his friends from Glee club. They’d started to reminisce about their past glory of the show choir championships when Kurt spotted Blaine. He went over and hugged him.

“Blaine! H-how are you? You’re late! It’s already gone ten. And you’re sober. Mr. Anderson, this is just not acceptable!”
Blaine laughed at Kurt’s obvious intoxication. He hadn’t even noticed how Jeremiah was glaring at Kurt, who was quite frankly all over Blaine.
“Will you forgive me if I get a drink?”
“Only if you do shots with me!” Kurt looked hopeful at Blaine, still completely ignoring the fact that Blaine’s boyfriend was with him.
“Well, ok then! I can’t say no to the birthday boy!”
Kurt jumped up and down clapping. He then grabbed Blaine’s wrist and dragged him to the kitchen where the tequila was being kept. Jeremiah followed after them, unsure what else to do.

Kurt flopped down on the couch. His head was spinning, so he decided sitting down was probably the best thing to do right now. He looked over at Rachel and saw her all over an uncomfortable looking Finn. That could only end in disaster. He looked behind the pair and saw Blaine and Jeremiah making out while swaying to some God-awful Katy Perry song. It hurt him more than it should. Kurt decided he couldn’t watch them any longer. He picked up the bottle of vodka that was on the table in front of and drank the remainder of it. After the initial burn, he threw his hand in the air and yelled “SPIN THE BOTTLE!”

He heard cheers of improvement, most of which came from Puck. He looked around and noticed that all of his work colleagues seemed to have left. The party now consisted of the members of New Directions, Blaine and Jeremiah. Well this could be fun, Kurt thought.

After a few minutes of scrambling they managed to sit themselves in a highly unorganized circle. It looked like Mike had passed out on the couch with his top off. It was all Kurt could do to admire the view. He really did have awesome abs. Brittany jumped to spin the bottle first. It landed on Sam. The two shared a fairly heated kiss, while Santana looked on with a little jealousy. She didn’t like sharing her Brit. Sam then spun the bottle and it landed on Mercedes. The two shared a rather awkward kiss. After their brief relationship in the summer or Junior year, the two were never really friends again.

Kurt grew agitated from the lack of action he was getting.
“I’m the birthday boy, it’s my turn!” He yelled. He was hoping it would land on someone cute, like Sam or Puck. He wanted to have an awesome birthday kiss with someone he found attractive. He spun the bottle, stumbling afterwards needing both hands to regain his balance. He watched as the bottle slowed down to right beside him.

He looked up to Blaine with a confused look on his face. Should he kiss him? His boyfriend was right beside them. He didn’t have a choice, really. He heard Puck yell “Get some, Hummel!” before Blaine pointed at him and said “Kurt Hummel, I’m gonna rock your world!”

Kurt giggled as he leaned in for the kiss. It was platonic at first, but then Kurt felt something. He knew Blaine felt it too. The two broke apart slightly before leaning in for more. Blaine laced his fingers in Kurt’s hair, while Kurt tugged at Blaine’s shirt, pulling him in closer. Blaine licked the birthday boy’s bottom lip, asking for access which was immediately granted. The kiss soon turned into a rather passionate open mouthed kiss, with tongues introduced too. It wasn’t until he heard Rachel wooping when Kurt realized what was going on. He pulled away flushed, looking slightly embarrassed, but more turned on. Blaine looked at him with a dazed look on his face. He couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.
He was startled when he heard the door slam. He looked around to see who had left, when he saw a vacant space beside Blaine. It seemed Blaine had figured out who had left too.
“Jeremiah…” he said softly under his breath. He looked back to Kurt, with an apology already forming in his eyes.
“Sorry, I ha-“
“It’s ok, go after him.” The kiss seemed to have sobered the two of them up greatly. Blaine walked out of the door, yelling Jeremiah’s name.

Kurt was so confused. Had Blaine felt what he had felt when they kissed? That was more than just alcohol talking. That was the best kiss Kurt ever had, not that he’d had many. He sat down on the couch and let the others continue to play. He was too lost in thought to focus on anything but that kiss.
Blaine managed to catch up with Jeremiah further down the street.
“Jer! Jer! Jeremiah! Please, just- just stop! Look I’m sorry!”
Jeremiah turned around swiftly. He had a furious look in his eyes, as if things could turn nasty at any moment.
“Sorry? All you can say is you’re fucking sorry? You practically screwed him in front of everyone, Blaine. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

Blaine looked apologetically at Jeremiah. He grabbed his hand, surprised when Jeremiah didn’t flinch away.
“I know, I messed up. I’m drunk. Forgive me, please. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Jeremiah pulled his hand away harshly, and looked at Blaine straight in the face with a look filled with rage.
“You’re damn right it won’t happen again.”

Jeremiah hailed a cab. He grabbed Blaine by the arm and more or less threw him in. To say he was furious would be an understatement. He knew Blaine had a thing for Kurt, even if Blaine didn’t know it yet. He has seen the way they sang together, many times. The looks they shared were not looks of friendship. He knew his anger wouldn’t help the problem, but he really liked Blaine. But to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he was worth the trouble. They’d been going out for two weeks now and they hadn’t got much further than kissing. Jeremiah really wanted to get laid, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen any time soon.

Blaine’s mind was still slightly hazy from the alcohol. He wasn’t thinking about his boyfriend like he probably should be. To be honest, Blaine couldn’t take his mind of that kiss. He had really felt something when he was kissing Kurt. Not only was there something behind the kiss, it also turned on Blaine incredibly. He had never felt like that when he kissed Jeremiah. He was starting to think maybe what he’d been looking for had been in front of him all along. It had certainly given him a lot to think about.

Blaine woke up in the morning with a dry throat and a pounding headache. How much had he to drink last night? Then he remembered the bottle of tequila. Then he thought of spin the bottle and kissing Kurt. The thought of the kiss gave butterflies. Then he thought of Jeremiah. His boyfriend.

He felt so guilty for what he must have put Jeremiah through. He knew what was right. He loved Jeremiah. Blaine convinced himself that his feelings for Kurt were simply the cause of too much alcohol. He got out of bed and reached for his phone. He searched Jeremiah’s number and pressed call. He knew he had to apologize for the fool he had been.