Kurt crawled on his hands and knees toward Blaine with something other than a simple kiss in mind. After all, Blaine had shed his sweater earlier in the game and Kurt thought it was time to take advantage of that.

Pushing the grinning boy onto his back, Kurt buried his face in his neck. He attached his sensual lips where Blaine's neck met his shoulder and hungrily opened his mouth, hotly tonguing and breathing in the scent of Blaine's warm salty skin.

Blaine gasped and gripped Kurt's upper arms, unsure if he wanted to pull Kurt closer or push him away. Did it tickle? Did it burn? Blaine fought the animal urge to buck his hips as Kurt pressed him none too gently into the floor.

When Kurt finally broke the connection he lifted his head to peer into Blaine's golden brown eyes. He had one knee on either side of the dark haired boy's hips.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he drew the open palms of his hands from the top of Blaine's well built shoulders over the expanse of chest covered with silken soft dark hair, taking greedy pleasure from the feel of the taut muscles under the soft skin.

Kurt bent down to suck and lick his way back up the center of Blaine's chest, ending with his hands resting on the carpet on either side of Blaine's curly hair.

Kurt opened his eyes to find an absolutely silent and still Blaine, pupils dilated, rapt in the moment. Kurt's rosy lips parted with purpose as he moved to Blaine's mouth. Now he would take that kiss.

Blaine wanted Kurt's mouth on his more than anything else in the world at that point in time. He lifted his head, leaning on his elbows, offering his slightly open lips. Kurt's warm breath was on his face as he closed his eyes in anticipation.

Kurt gently brushed Blaine's lips with his, then used his tongue to trace the softness found just inside of Blaine's mouth. Both of them wanted more but this teasing was so…so… delicious.

"Your turn," whispered Kurt. He quickly rolled away from Blaine, returning to his side of the checkerboard where he reached for the empty bottle without so much as a glance in Blaine's direction.

Blaine reluctantly sat up, scratching his head and sighing. He could taste the salt from his own body where Kurt's tongue had touched the inside of his mouth.

"Damn tease."

Kurt politely handed him the bottle.

Once again, Blaine set the bottle on a merry spin. He tried to clear the fog in his head before the bottle wobbled to a stop.

"Uh….Uh…I want to kiss, oh shit, let me think," Blaine stared off into space. It was about time he took the upper hand on this little , what were those names from mythology class?

"Oh, I've got it. I want to kiss... Calais."

"Calais? Is that a man or a woman?"

"A guy…from Greek mythology." Blaine was pretty certain he wasn't giving anything away.

The younger boy groaned. "No fair! You know I have not taken that class yet!"

Blaine struck a sassy pose and crooned to Kurt. "I want to kiss Calais! I want to kiss Calais! I am a famous singer in Greek mythology and I want to kiss Calais!"

Kurt just might be screwed.

"You're…you're…you're…" he threw his hands into the air, "Apollo?"

Blaine's face broke into a cheeky grin. "No sir, I could charm Apollo with my magical voice. Nice guess, but I'm the a-mazing Orpheus!"

"I'll try to remember that." Kurt said sarcastically to the lead singer of the Warblers.

Blaine was altogether too happy about this turn of events.

"And Kurt Hummel, I am requesting that you remove your jeans-"

"What?"

"You heard me. But I might take pity on you…."

"Pity how?"

Blaine leaned across the checker board intently. "If you let me come over there and kiss you senseless I will ask that you remove only your shirt."

"Kiss me senseless? I thought you would sing me senseless. Oh, wait. You did that the first time you met me. I am still trying to get my head on straight after that little performance."

Blaine just shrugged and crossed his arms across his bare chest. He knew what affect he had on men - and women. He still wore that adorable grin on his face.

Kurt looked back at him appraisingly for a few moments.

"You do drive a hard bargain, Mr. Anderson. And while I appreciate your willingness to negotiate, I believe I will play the game as it was originally explained to me."

And with that Kurt stood up, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans. He hopped on one leg, then the other as he pulled off his jeans and added them to the chair that held Blaine's sweater. He stood briefly in his boxers, shapely pale legs exposed to the tops of his navy blue socks. Then he sat down on the floor again.

"I do believe it is my turn." Kurt remakred, retaining an impressive amount of his dignity. He gave the bottle a twirl and off it went.

He knew exactly what he was going to say before the shiny glass bottle wound to a stop.

"I want to-"

A loud knock sounded at the door, catching both boys by surprise. Blaine was farthest from the door but lunged for it, heart thumping in his throat. Had he locked it? From his crouched position he glared at the lock mechanism on doorknob – yes. He put his index finger to his lips and Kurt nodded. Both boys were holding their breath.

Blaine looked at the alarm clock, saw it was nearly 6 p.m. and realized for the first time how hungry he was.

Someone pounded on the door again. "Blaine, are you in there? We're on our way to dinner!"

They heard some muffled voices, then shuffling feet on the parquet floor.

For the first time that afternoon they looked at what they were doing as someone else might see it. Two high school boys, one without pants, the other without a top. An empty wine cooler bottle. A checker board. Should they be embarrassed? Ashamed? This would be one of those telling moments.

Blaine and Kurt stood up facing one another. The atmosphere in the room had changed.

"Wow, that was close."

Kurt nodded. He wanted more than anything to know how Blaine felt.

"I'm sorry we got interrupted, but I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later."

Kurt nodded again.

Blaine approached Kurt and put his arms around him, holding him close for a moment then pushing away so he could focus on Kurt's beautiful face.

"You know what my favorite part of this game is so far?" he asked tenderly.

Kurt shook his head slowly. "What?"

Blaine smiled sweetly, "Our first kiss."

"Right answer."

Kurt closed the distance between their mouths. The kiss ended with both of them breathless and laughing into each other's mouths. Blaine's stomach growled and they laughed again, their foreheads touching.

"I could use some dinner. You?"

"Starving. Can I take a minute to tidy up?" It really was not a question in Kurt's mind.

"Well, yes, not to mention put a few articles of clothing back on?" Blaine rolled eyes and puffed out his bare chest.

Kurt giggled and glanced down at his boxers.

Thank goodness, it did not seem like this was going to be a terribly awkward moment between them.

"And Kurt-?"

"Yes?"

"Are you feeling better about us? Are we on good terms? I mean, I really had a good time this afternoon and I hope you did, too…" All of a sudden Blaine appeared self conscious. He checked the tag on his sweater and smoothly slipped it over his head.

Kurt looked up from zipping his jeans and caught Blaine's sincere expression. There it was, the answer to his question about how Blaine felt.

"Blaine, I'm fine. It takes considerable effort on my part to keep a level head where you are concerned, but I really need to do that."

Blaine was listening intently to Kurt's every word.

"We both know now that there is chemistry between us and that can make for a very good time." A blush rose in Kurt's cheeks. "And we care about each others as friends, too, right?"

Blaine nodded in agreement.

"I like you a lot Blaine, and I know I want you, but I'm not sure where I want to take this right now."

Kurt carefully fastened his belt.

"I can handle that," said Blaine. And he hoped he could.

"So, Blaine, is this version of spin the bottle like a game of chess?"

"How so?"

"If we want to play again, do we start where we left off, like in chess, or do we start over from the beginning?"

"If we want to play again? Blaine feigned shock."Try to tell me this was not the most awesome game you every played before in your entire life?"

"Well, the game was okay, but for me the "supermegafoxyawesomehot" part was my opponent…" Kurt raised his eyebrows with an impish grin and rolled his blue green eyes at the boy with the dark curls.

Blaine did not feign shock this time as Kurt powerfully swooped him off of his feet and they landed on Blaine's bed wrapped in one another's arms.

Kurt scrambled to stay on top as he began ravaging Blaine's mouth with his tongue. He was aroused by a position of dominance over Blaine, holding Blaine's head in both of his hands to angle his kisses just so, some softer, some more demanding. Within minutes Blaine was actively moaning in his need for more of Kurt's tongue, more of Kurt's everything.

Even in his lack of experience Kurt understood that for all intents and purposes he was making love to Blaine's responsive mouth with his very insistent tongue. Blaine's strong hands found their way under Kurt's sweater at the waist and he pulled Kurt's lower torso into his.

Whoa. Kurt's battle for control became a fight for self control as he forced himself to pull away from Blaine's mouth. Blaine resisted, whimpering, as Kurt stopped thrusting his tongue and instead planted much softer kisses on Blaine's face and neck.

"I don't want you to stop," whispered Blaine.

Kurt put his forehead against Blaine's. Finally, his eyes were beginning to focus again.

"Sh-h-h-h," Kurt whispered back gently.

Blaine's breathing started to slow down.

"You are the Harry to my Ginny," Kurt quietly confessed into Blaine' ear.

"And you are the Justin to my Brian," sighed Blaine.

Blaine held Kurt with affection. Kurt laid his head on Blaine's shoulder and softly hugged him back. Then he quietly moved away from Blaine, climbed off of the bed, and went into the bathroom.

On the rumpled bed Blaine was sprawled with a forearm across his forehead. He could still feel the warmth of Kurt's body. His stomach was growling more persistently now. In the middle of the floor he could see the abandoned checker board and empty wine cooler bottle. Blaine smiled to himself. That game was a keeper.