Blaine sighed dreamily as he snuck another peek at the boy who was presently trying to explain something to Blaine's rather inebriated sister. To be honest, he thought this party Rachel was throwing was pretty boring. She had strictly instructed him not to drink, as she didn't want her baby brother (he was only a few months younger!) to get wasted. Blaine pulled a face at the memory. Then again, it looked like Rachel was drinking enough for both of them anyway.

Back to the boy she was talking to and clinging to very desperately. He was completely dreamy – taller than Blaine (most guys were, but still), kind eyes, awesome hair, and an amazing smile. Plus, he was an older (and therefore more experienced) guy, and he was always nice to Blaine whenever he came over and Blaine happened to be home.

Yes, Blaine had to find a way to free Finn Hudson from Rachel's evil clutches.

Oh, he was well aware of the fact that Finn and Rachel had a history, but he was willing to look past that. Once Finn realised that Blaine was a million times better than Rachel, he'd come running straight into Blaine's arms.

Though… straight?

He'd never look at another guy or girl ever again, Blaine was sure of that. Nothing and nobody else would matter anymore, least of all Rachel. Blaine huffed. His sister always got everything she wanted, and he got stuck with all her hand-me-downs. And yes, Finn would technically be one of those as well, but Blaine was willing to look past that, too.

He would get the boy, and everything would be perfect. He smiled happily as he thought about the whole future he'd secretly mapped out for Finn and himself. He'd have to undertake some action, though, to make that happen, and what was a better time for that than now? After all, everyone but Finn and Blaine was drunk, so Finn would appreciate spending some time with another sober person, right?

With that thought in mind, Blaine rose from his seat and started to make his way over to the taller boy. Rachel had long since left him alone to get another drink. Before he was even halfway, though, a voice behind him made him stop in his tracks.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Blaine turned around, coming face to face with Rachel's best frenemy, Kurt Hummel, who seemed to be just as sober as Blaine himself.

Petulantly, Blaine crossed his arms. "Why not?" he demanded. Rachel had told him everything she and Kurt had gone through the previous year, if only in very vague terms, and therefore, Blaine didn't really trust the other boy.

"He's straight," Kurt replied. "Trust me, I've tried."

"Oh?" Blaine asked, because that was new. He was well aware of the fact that Kurt was gay, just like him, and he was almost sure that Kurt knew that he was gay as well.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I know Finn's nice, overall, and he has some very sweet moments, but believe me, Blaine, he's very straight. I tried to make him fall in love with me last year, but all I managed to do was push him away and the only people falling in love were my dad and his mom."

Blaine pursed his lips. He really didn't know if he could trust Kurt, but he sounded sincere enough. "And now?" he eventually asked.

"Now our parents are married and he's my stepbrother," Kurt replied. After a few seconds, he added, "He's also still very straight. And he leaves his dirty laundry around everywhere. He can't cook, he can barely keep up with any form of intelligent conversation, and he's always making noise, be it on his drums or on one of his game consoles."

Blaine tried his best to bite back a smile now. Though he still didn't know how reliable Kurt was, and he was certain that the other boy had only named a couple of Finn's less favourable characteristics, he supposed Kurt had a point.

"Plus," the other boy continued, "I don't think Rachel would ever forgive you if you so much as try to flirt with him. He'll either not notice or get very uncomfortable if you do that, by the way. And she's your sister, and Finn's still going to be straight. Would it really be worth it?"

"I guess not." Maybe Blaine would have to try and find someone else to crush on, if he could.

Huh. How had he never noticed that Mike Chang had some very nice abs?