Blaine couldnt help but grin like a loon when Rachel let them in and he and Kurt strolled to the basement hand-in-hand. It was so nice to not have to hide for a while. For a whole couple of weeks, really. That simple fact had him so giddy he couldnt even let the inevitable hang over of tomorrow loom over his head.

They got down to the party area and Kurt spotted Puck at the bar, already mixing a vodka-sprite while a bottle of what Blaine thought was Budweiser sat open and full beside the quickly filling solo cup. "Looks like were being forced into drinking again. Ill go grab our drinks and try to convince Noah not to repeat that truth about how far Ive gone this time."

Kurt winked at him and pecked him on the lips before striding over to the bar and giving Puck a pointed glare. Maybe it would be better if neither of them took a truth from Puckerman that night. Not that a dare from him would be much better, really. Maybe they wouldnt have to answer to him at all? Somehow that seemed very unlikely, and Blaine gulped a bit as his boyfriend tromped back over to him, thrusting the beer into his hands before downing a good half of his own drink in a couple gulps.

"Better get tipsy fast. That only made him more interested in the dirty details of our relationship, as he put it. And he promised that as soon as everybody gets here hes starting the games. Apparently the idea of starting in the afternoon just means we get to play even more stupid party games, who would have guessed?" Kurts sarcasm was thick and his bitch-face was in place, which only made Blaine snort in laughter. Which, in turn, made Kurt throw his patented glare at his boyfriend before punching him lightly in the arm.

Finn came down the stairs a few minutes later with an incredulous look on his face, staring at Kurt like he had three heads or something. "Dude! What the hell? I thought we were riding together! You even said we were and told Blaine to park behind me." His face of confused frustration turned on Blaine then, which made the much shorter boy squeak softly. "You blocked me in, man. I had to call Mike and get him to pick me up on his way. I had to run in here to get away from him and Tina sucking face over the center console!"

Okay, that time the laugh wasnt just a snort. Blaine practically fell over as he held his gut, especially when Kurts lips curled into an amused little smirk. "Sorry, Finn. Guess I just forgot about your inability to get yourself to your own girlfriends house. Really, I kind of thought youd have come over earlier, but it is what it is, right? You can sit in back and watch me and Blaine make out instead tomorrow, okay?" Blue eyes flashed in a way that made Blaines pants uncomfortably tight, and he squeaked again. So articulate.

"DUDE!" Finn freaked out a little, while Kurt rolled his eyes at his step-brother and dragged Blaine over to the couch where they could join Mercedes. The muttering didnt stop until Finn was in a chugging contest with Puck, who seemed determined to get his best friend wasted so the rest of them could have more fun. When exactly did Finn become the designated wet blanket anyway?

A red faced Tina and very happy looking Mike strolled down to the gathering next, followed shortly by Quinn and Rachel who were both laden down with munchies and more substantial snacks. They were starting this a bit early, after all, so it only made sense to have food with their copious amounts of alcohol.

"Lets get this shindig going, shall we?" Artie called before pushing a button on the stereo and filling the room with some dance music that was catchy but not overly distinguishable. Brittany took the opportunity to drag Santana to the middle of the room and start dancing, which led to Tina and Mike doing the same and showing them up rather decently. Before Blaine knew it, he was being tugged to the middle of the room by a belt loop.

One of his favorite things about Kurt were his hips. They were just… mmm. They were so talented and sexy and, god, the way he could move that lithe body had Blaine biting his bottom lip, grinding against his boyfriend with reckless abandon. Their bodies snaked together, gliding and moving in sinful ways that made Santana wolf-whistle while Mercedes clapped and Rachel gaped. Quinn and Puck both looked amused, and Finn seemed to be hiding behind another hastily chugged beer. It was a good day so far.

Pucks voice sounded and the music got a bit quieter. "Alright, alright! Lets stop the foreplay on the dance floor and get to the good part. Its game time!" He grabbed the empty bottle Finn had just finished and brought it and the quarterback to the middle of the room where everyone else had dropped to sit in a circle. Blaine was leaning against Kurt, both of them flushed and panting from their dancing. Brittany sat in Santanas lap until she was informed that she had to sit beside her so the bottle could land on either of them.

All eyes looked expectantly at Puck, who laughed before setting the bottle in the center and clearing his throat. "So. Today we have a few games to play. Since were all much too sober right now, were not using the bottle just yet. So get your grubby mitts off it, Berry," he snapped, and Rachel pulled her hand back and pouted like a scolded child. "Right now, were gonna play Never Have I Ever. Well just go around the circle. Say something you havent done, then whoever has done it has to drink. If anybody needs to refresh their beverages, I suggest you do so now."

Quite a few of them got up to refill their drinks, Blaine mixing another for Kurt and grabbing another beer for himself even though he had a little left in his bottle still. Hed finish that with the first Never that hed done. He received a kiss on the cheek upon returning, and once everyone else was settled, Puck resumed with his statement.

"Never have I ever given a blow job."

A few things happened at once. First, all three Cheerios shot glares at Puck before drinking- most likely because he was the one theyd each blown. Next, Rachel pouted because she couldnt drink, Finn returned the pout because he was dating her, Mercedes shook her head, Artie rolled his eyes, Tina sipped and hoped nobody noticed, and Kurt and Blaine both turned red and drank. Of course, everyone noticed them setting their drinks back down and swallowing the mouths full of alcohol, which had Puck and Santana both repeating the damn Andersons from last time.

Rachel looked even sadder now, since she was apparently the only one with a boyfriend who hadnt done anything remotely sexual yet. Finn, on the other hand, looked completely shocked. He was practically catatonic, which had Kurt crawling across the circle to wave in front of his face.

"Finn? Earth to Finn, come in Finn." He growled. Growled. That was new and sexy and Blaine really should have worn looser pants today. "Oh my god, honestly Finn, youd think nobody else took a fucking drink. I have a boyfriend, genius. What did you expect we did?"

That seemed to wake the quarterback up, because he shook his head and opened and closed his mouth a few times before he could comment. "But… I have a girlfriend and we dont do that!" He sputtered, which made Rachel blush in her sadness and had Santana cackling.

"Oh, poor, poor Finnegan. Man-hands doesnt do anything for you, huh? Thats just sad. Okay, my turn!" Whoever sat her and Puck beside each other probably needed slapped. This could only lead to terrible things. "Never have I ever had anal sex!"

Blaine was pretty sure choking on beer was one of the more painful things that had happened to him by his own hand. It got up his nose and it burned and why was he even drinking in between statements? It wasnt like these stupid games wouldnt get him drunk soon enough. Either way, he was coughing and sputtering so much that Mike slapped him on the back a few times while Kurt laughed at him. Such a sweet, caring boyfriend he had.

"Whats that?" Brittany asked and Santana leaned over to explain it to her, after which the girl took a drink and smiled obliviously. The only other person to drink was Puck, who glared so intensely that nobody wanted to even go there. Kurt and Blaines drinks remained untouched. They were seriously thankful that they hadnt gotten that far yet.

Puck made a comment about having a better idea of how far his gays had gone before Brittany took her turn. "Never have I ever been in the mafia!" Everyone blinked at her and Santana glared at them all.

"Sweetie, its supposed to be something you think someone else in the room has done," she said kindly, to which Brittany replied that she was pretty sure Artie was involved in the business and that he was lying by not drinking. Everyone blinked again, until Finn took his turn.

"Never have I ever been high," he said, grinning at Puck who just shrugged and tilted back his beer. Surprisingly, Blaine and Artie both took drinks as well. Artie said something about Stoner Brett giving him some brownies to ease his pain even though hed told the guy he want in pain just because he was in a wheelchair. Blaine told them the game wasnt called twenty questions, and instructed Rachel to take her turn.

Rachels statement was dreadfully boring: "Never have I ever dropped a note." Which had Kurt rolling his eyes as every single other person, including him, drank. Of course, the countertenor muttered about the Defying Gravity incident being on purpose, which made Rachel huff, and Quinn decided to just take her turn so the two biggest divas would shut up already.

She cleared her throat dramatically before giving Kurt a pointed look. "Never have I ever had a crush on my brother." This only led to more angry muttering as the brunette took a sip of his drink. Blaine made a mental note to ask about that sometime in the near future, then the game moved on to Mercedes.

Apparently there was a silent agreement that it was time to torture Kurt, because she got a glint in her eyes before she spoke and Blaine noticed his boyfriend groaning even before he processed what had been said. "Never have I ever dressed in a unitard and performed Single Ladies."

"I hate you so much. Tina, Brittany, you two had better be drinking right now." There was that growl again, and now Blaine had even more he needed to ask his boyfriend about. The mental pictures were getting a little ridiculous, so he shifted where he sat and tried to focus on Artie, who was right next to him. Which meant it was almost his turn. Great.

The make Kurt angry trend was continuing as Artie leaned back in his chair, giving the brunette a once over. "Never have I ever worn flannel." Blaine nearly fell over at Kurts crimson cheeks and the noise that came from somewhere in his throat. He couldnt even imagine the story that went with that, and barely noticed when Finn, Puck, and Brittany all drank.

Bright blue eyes stared pleadingly at him when Blaine opened his mouth to take his turn, and he almost felt bad for intending to go along with the teasing. It was fun, though, and Kurt was getting so drunk because of it and he was such a touchy-feely drunk, too… "Sorry, babe," he muttered before saying a bit louder "never have I ever used a whole can of hairspray in one day."

Nobody else drank, again, and Kurt threw his best bitch-face at Blaine. He couldnt help but giggle at the taller boy, though. It was just too funny! And nobody needed that much hairspray. Now it was Kurts turn, though, which could only be bad for all of the rest of them. Or at least Blaine. He was sure he wouldnt get away with the teasing like the others might.

"Never have I ever given road-head." Puck cheered, Finn swore and covered his ears, Santana took a drink then made a comment about her innocent Lady Hands being all grown up. Blaine was too busy taking a larger and longer drink than necessary to notice all the reactions. He clearly needed to catch up with Kurt if he was going to compete in this embarrassing people contest. Seriously, this game sucked. Whoever invented it was a Sadist.

Mike took a turn next, saying hed never received road head, which had Kurt rolling his eyes as he and Puck both drank. So many of their group hadnt done much of anything… it was kind of sad, really.

"Never have I ever… um… gone commando?" She shrugged, not really knowing if that was good or not, which just made Mike laugh and hug her. Puck drank, Santana and Brittany both drank, Finn surprisingly drank, and Kurt drank. Blaine knew this was coming, but he didnt expect the amused squeals from Rachel and Mercedes.

Rachel was the one to explain as she pointed accusingly at Kurt. "We so called that! Me and Mercedes both said there was no way you could fit underwear in most of those tight freakin pants you wear!" She fell against Finn, laughing, and Kurt just rolled his eyes at her.

"Oh, yes, you two are just regular old geniuses. Can we play a new game now? Weve gone through the whole circle now so nobody can complain they didnt get a turn." The look he shot Puck said that if the jock didnt change games, Kurt would throw something at his head, so Puck agreed and they moved on to truth or dare.

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"No! Bottle, dont spin me you stupid thing! Oh my god, why do I have the worst luck in the whole world?" Kurts words were slightly slurred now, and his head fell into his hands, which rested on his folded knees. Puck had just spun after admitting the oldest woman hed had sex with was in her forties. Of course, that bottle had decided to land on Kurt. Because he really needed a truth or dare from Puckerman.

Earlier, Artie had been dared to chuck a solo cup full of a little bit of every liquor they had behind the bar (hed still not puked, which was pretty impressive), Blaine had divulged the story of his getting high (at a Warbler party where they all decided theyd never done anything very exciting and got a joint from Nicks older brother- it had just led to a lot of junk food and tummy aches in the morning), and Rachel had been dared to give Finn a proper blowjob since she still hadnt, which she refused to do, so she had to put her panties on his head like a hat instead.

Pucks grin was positively evil as he wiggled his brows at his victim. "Alright, Hummel. Truth or dare?" Blaine had no idea what was coming, but he was sure it wouldnt be anything good or halfway decent, so he grabbed his bottle and drank. The beer was a little warm and unappetizing, but he was drunk, so it didnt matter that much. At least he was making his brain a little more numb.

"Argh, either one is a death sentence with you, Noah," Kurt mumbled, still slurring a little before taking a gulp of liquid courage. "Fine, just give me a fucking dare. Finn, you probably want to close your eyes and cover your ears before your best friend ruins life for you."

Puck just rolled his eyes and waved Finns hands away from his ears. "Stop being so dramatic. This wont be that scarring." His lips curled into a grin as he sat back, relaxing on his elbows on the floor. "I dare you to do your Single Ladies routine for us. Just for the nostalgia, you know."

Kurt blinked. "Wow, Noah. I didnt think you even knew what nostalgia meant. Id be impressed if you didnt just dare me to do the dumbest thing in the history of things." He was growling again. Blaines pants were very aware of this fact, since theyd just gotten even tighter. He groaned and shifted, only for Kurt to give him a look.

Somehow the brunette was convinced that he had to do the dance or hed get a worse dare he couldnt chicken out of, so he stood up and shrugged off his top layer and tossed his shirt and untied scarf at Pucks face. "Hold those. Im not going all costume and glitz on you, just so you are aware. You get to experience skinnies and a tank top instead of a unitard and sequined vest. I know youre just devastated Noah." Blaine was so not devastated.

When the music started and Kurt started singing along, dancing in a sinful, smooth way that was damn impressive given his state of intoxication, Blaine felt his pants get as tight as they could, and he was definitely not comfortable anymore. He couldnt take his eyes off his boyfriend though, especially when he rocked his hips like that. Oh, god. The way he could move that pelvis was just not right. Not when there was nothing Blaine could do about it. Why had they not gone further than blow jobs yet?

Kurt finished his performance with a particularly hard thrust of his hips and everyone cheered. Blaine was slack-jawed staring, so Puck leaned over and whispered in his ear "Youre welcome, Anderson," before leaning back on his elbows again and looking proud of himself. Oh damn. Now Blaine needed to do something for Puck to repay him for that wonderful gift. He also needed to do something about the hard-on that was quickly reaching the point of fucking painful in his pants.

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked, sitting back beside him with a bottle of water. Apparently alcohol was not good for actual thirst. He groaned and tried not to show Kurt just how flustered he was. That didnt work, however, since Kurt had apparently already noticed his bulge and was now teasingly pawing at his lap while the bottle spun its next victim. "Youre going to rip the seam in those pants, sweetie," he cooed in Blaines ear before offering Finn the choice of truth or dare.

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The rest of the game went by in a  drunken haze of laughter and cheering. Finn did something ridiculous with Puck, and Kurt got dared to make out with his brother, which he utterly refused to do and instead had to act out an orgasm which meant writhing and moaning on the floor while his face contorted in the same way it did when Blaine sucked him off. That had made Blaine have a little more than just a tightness issue. Now he was uncomfortable for an entirely different reason, which had him untucking his shirt in an attempt to hide the evidence on the front of his pants as he excused himself to the restroom.

Of course, Blaine had been spun soon after that and picked truth, which meant he had to explain why he had been blushing every since Kurts dare. Santana cackled and Artie almost fell out of his damn wheelchair when Blaine admitted to coming in his pants. Oh, yes, it was just hilarious. Ha fucking ha.

Blaine sulked most of the rest of the game until Kurt got dared to sit in his lap for the rest of the night in order to hide anymore problems his boyfriend might have, which ended up making both of them giggle. They were so wasted. But it was so much fun.

Having gotten bored of the games, finally, and getting rather hungry, the group decided to order some pizzas and put a movie on. Kurt tried to get up from Blaines lap, but was quickly reminded that his dare required him to stay there all night so the two of them remained ass-to-crotch as they managed to get up and claim a recliner.

Kurt was really giggling when Blaine put the recliner up and relaxed back into it with him in his lap. The two were quite comfortable and had managed to nod off until the food arrived.

"Noah, you have to bring us pizza!" Kurt demanded, sitting up straight while Blaine remained mostly on his back, which made it pretty much impossible for Blaine to hide his constant arousal of the night. His boyfriend didnt seem to mind, though, since he wiggled his hips in response while grinning at Puck. "Im not allowed to get up, remember?"

Blaine decided Kurt was quite possibly the most adorable boy hed ever seen as said boy batted his lashes at Puck, who brought over a plate loaded with pizza for the couple to share. "Youre lucky I like you, Hummel," Puck grumbled, settling in on the couch to resume the movie that was already a third of the way in.

Blaine and Kurt hadnt paid much attention to the movie, but they were just fine with that. Theyd decided, once they were done eating, that the rule of Kurt being in Blaines lap hadnt said he couldnt turn around in it, so he had taken to straddling his boyfriend and theyd made out and cuddled instead of paying attention to the rest of the group. Eventually the rest of the party goers started up a game of spin the bottle, but the couple remained in their chair, where they eventually fell asleep in each others arms.