Blaine: I want to kiss Princess Kate….

Kurt chuckled. It had been a while but this sounded very much like a version of Spin the Bottle that Blaine had invented when Kurt was still at Dalton. It was a rather difficult time in Kurt and Blaine's relationship, after Blaine had rather ineptly decided to explore his sexuality by taking a giant leap towards heterosexuality. Blaine beat a hasty retreat, but only after the damage was done to his mentoring relationship with Kurt. However, as Kurt reflected briefly on that time from his very happy perch this summer, he could now be quite philosophical about it all.

Kurt: Prince William, of course. Have you finally replaced that blazer…perhaps with something a bit more dashing in red?

Blaine: Right you are Prince William! Kurt, we've been through this. You know you love the blazer. Why don't you come over to see what I am wearing? And collect your kiss- XX

Kurt: I'm at the mall with Cedes. When? And Blaine…it was my turn, not yours.

Blaine: My house tonight at 6. I got tired of waiting for you to take your turn :( but you can make it up to me…

Kurt: Hmmm… make up or make out? OK see you at 6- XX

Obviously the mentoring relationship had been pushed aside in favor of something more intimate…and at times more playful.

At 6PM on the dot Kurt rang the bell at the Anderson residence. Blaine met him at the door and ushered him in. Kurt still felt very much the guest in the huge home, mansion really, that Blaine shared with his father. Most of the time the boys hung out at Kurt's house where Blaine had been welcomed by the family and seemed to enjoy being there for meals and to spend time with Kurt.

Kurt walked into the high ceilinged echo-filled foyer. Blaine never seemed to greet him with a hug or any affectionate gesture at the house, as if it would not be tolerated in the formal surroundings.

The silence felt uncomfortable to both of them. It was sort of the way things always started out between them now, especially since Kurt left Dalton and they did not see each other every day. They had only been able to get together once or twice a week, and then when it came time for end of semester projects and finals, they saw each other even less.

When school finally ended, Kurt began working in his dad's shop every morning. Blaine got a job singing at Six Flags on evenings and weekends, so they had to work at finding time to get together. The good news was that this was Friday, and neither Kurt nor Blaine had work the next day.

Blaine finally broke the stillness.

"I ordered pizza – veggie for you, okay? It should be here in the next few minutes, so why don't we just wait downstairs until it gets here?" suggested Blaine.

"Are we on our own then?" Kurt asked.

Yeah," Blaine nodded, "Dad is out of town until early next week." He was awkwardly pushing his loose curls back and pulling at his shirt.

"I was glad to hear—" Kurt was interrupted by the sound of door chimes.

Blaine grabbed the cash that was sitting on the table in the foyer and opened the door to the delivery person. Five minutes later the boys were carrying pizza and cans of soda up the main staircase to Blaine's rooms.

Kurt had not been to Blaine's home often enough to get accustomed to the size or opulence of it. Blaine had a suite on the second floor with a living room and kitchenette to the side, a small study, a bedroom, walk in closet and bathroom to the back. Blaine led Kurt to the living room, where they placed their dinner on the low glass table in front of the large sectional. Blaine immediately invited Kurt to have a seat and went into the kitchenette for plates and napkins. He was listening to Beatles music that he knew Kurt would enjoy.

"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked lifting the top of the veggie pizza box and offering Kurt a plate, so he could help himself.

"I really am hungry, thanks." Kurt ascertained that they were going to be ridiculously polite to one another for a while.

"Me, too." Blaine admitted. "I worked last night and did not get home until almost 2 AM. I was exhausted and the house was so quiet I just slept in until almost noon. My dad left me a bunch of running around to do so I grabbed a sandwich from a drive thru."

Kurt envisioned Blaine alone in this huge quiet house and he was instantly thankful for the often loud, mostly complicated family life he lived with his dad, Carole and Finn. They ate dinner as a family more often than not. No wonder Blaine liked to come over.

"We could have gotten together at my house tonight you know," Kurt said softly suddenly wanting to offer something to Blaine.

"Oh, thanks," Blaine managed to get out with his mouth full of pizza. He held up a finger as he chewed and swallowed, then added, "Do you think your family would enjoy playing Spin the Bottle?"

He asked so innocently that at first Kurt thought he was serious, but then he detected Blaine was trying not to smile.

"Well," Kurt replied, "Maybe you have a PG version? You know, with a checkerboard and an empty Pepsi bottle?" He held up his can of Diet Pepsi as a visual.

Blaine laughed. "And instead of kissing we hug?"

"And instead of losing clothes… we lose a turn?" Kurt added frowning.

"Yeah, I'm thinking NOT," offered Blaine shaking his head.

"I have to agree. I think I really prefer our version." Kurt purposely emphasized the word 'our' and Blaine smiled.

"We haven't played in a while, have we?" asked Blaine. And he meant that in more ways than one. He looked down at the piece of pizza that remained in his box and decided against it. He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.

"No, we haven't," admitted Kurt. He had eaten his fill of pizza, too.

Blaine got up to clear off the table and Kurt helped him carry pizza boxes, plates and empty pop cans into the kitchenette. They helped themselves to fresh drinks from the refrigerator."Do you want me to pop in a movie?" Blaine asked.

"No, I prefer music—can I pick out some CDs?"

"Sure. I'll be back in a minute" And Blaine headed in the general direction of the bathroom.

Kurt walked back into the living room and stood near shelves that were next to the home theatre/entertainment center. He was always a bit amazed at Blaine's collection of music. Within a few minutes he heard Blaine come back out of the bathroom. "So you actually packed and brought home the Spin the Bottle game at the end of the school year?" He had picked out some Linda Eder, Patti Lupone and several soundtracks to current musicals, and was loading them into the CD player.

"Yes." Blaine spoke right behind him, and Kurt turned around to see Blaine holding the checkerboard and the wine cooler bottle. "Maybe we should sit on the floor to play like we did the first time?" Blaine suggested.

"Sure," said Kurt, setting his drink on the glass table and settling on the carpeted floor. Then he remembered that they had actually started playing the game already. In fact there were some pretty flirty texts that went back and forth earlier in the day. Where did flirty Blaine go? Kurt set out to find him.

Blaine sat down on the floor cross-legged, placing the checkerboard and the bottle between them.

"So Blaine, or should I say Prince William, where so ever is my true love's kiss?" Kurt asked and did that cute thing where he rocks in his seat with his hands pressed together and rolls his eyes toward the ceiling.

Blaine looked up and waited for Kurt's blue green eyes to find his. "You had me at 'true love'," he said and leaned over the game board towards Kurt. "Come here, my beautiful bride."

Kurt quickly leaned into the kiss, but just as suddenly broke away. His nose detected the freshness of Blaine's breath before their lips even touched. "No fair! You brushed your teeth!" Kurt could still taste the remnants of pepper, onions, and pizza sauce in his mouth. He hadn't thought to pop a breath mint; he just assumed they would both smell-and taste-like pizza.

"I always brush my teeth after I eat," shrugged Blaine innocently enough.

"Now I am embarrassed," complained Kurt.

"I really don't mind, but OK, just come with me," said Blaine with a slightly exasperated sigh. He got up and reaching for Kurt's arm, pulled him to his feet. "We are going to find you a toothbrush."

Five minutes later they were on the floor again ready to play.

"Blaine, I seem to recall that we there was one unanswered question from when we last played, and I think we need to get it settled."

Blaine just looked across from Kurt, obviously puzzled. He remembered playing; it has been fun and well, sexy, and he purposely brought the game home hoping he could work up his nerve to ask Kurt to play again. And, if he was honest, because he couldn't bear to part with it. But he couldn't recall what was left over from the first time. He shook his head, "What?"

"Blaine, I asked you when we play this game again, do we start over or do we start where we left off?"

Oh that, thought Blaine.

"But since you still have your shirt on, perhaps I should assume that we are starting over and my jeans can remain on," Kurt raised an eyebrow, "at least for the time being?"

Blaine looked truly bewildered. He had just wanted to play spin the bottle, their version, and this was turning into some kind of a negotiating nightmare.

Kurt laughed uproariously, louder than he had laughed all day.

"Blaine, you should see your face. Such a dilemma! Well, I'll tell you what. I propose we start over, but only with the understanding that we play tonight until someone wins. And I assume, that means until one of us is, shall we say, 'in the buff?'"

"I think I could go along with that-," said Blaine.

"Okay and then I just have one more question…if I may?"

"No, Kurt, just no." Blaine's voice was suddenly harsh.

"What?" Kurt chirped. His eyes were big and round.

Blaine had had enough. "Kurt, I think I have been all kinds of reasonable. You need to brush your teeth. Okay. You need to ask a question. Okay. And now you have another question? Forget it. And get your ass over here now, Princess Kate."

Blaine grabbed Kurt by both arms and hauled him across the board into his embrace. Kurt felt himself transported and the next thing he knew he was on Blaine's lap and Blaine's insistent mouth was on his. After Kurt's initial surprise he decided a no-nonsense approach to kissing might suit him just fine.

Kurt did not object to Blaine's demands for the first kiss or any that followed in the next few minutes. When they finally broke apart, Kurt's lips were red and a bit swollen. He still sat on Blaine's lap but his arms had found their way around Blaine's shoulders and one of his hands was softly massaging the back of Blaine's neck. "Mm-mm-m." said Kurt against Blaine's mouth, "I've missed this."

Kurt scrambled back to his spot on the floor and gave the wine cooler bottle a quick twist. He already knew what he wanted to say.

"I want to kiss Rolfe…"

Blaine knew he should remember this one. Rolfe was sweet on the oldest daughter in the Sound of Music and what self-respecting gay man did not know everything about Julie Andrews body of work, especially a gay man who sings? But what was that girl's name?

Kurt moved his leg impatiently. "Do we need to begin using a timer?" he wondered out loud.

Finally, Blaine remembered. "You're Liesl!" he exclaimed.

"That's right," nodded Kurt and he barked, "now get your ass over here!" and he pointed on his lap.

Blaine grinned that killer grin as he crawled across the game board. "See how you are?"

Then he half-whispered half-sang against Kurt's partially opened mouth, "You are sixteen going on seventeen," and softly licked Kurt's top lip. "Baby its time to think" he continued with a sweet flick of his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip. "Better beware, be canny and careful" Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes with purpose, "Baby you are on the brink," and he latched his mouth to Kurt's.

Kurt was patient. He enjoyed the deep, wet kiss. Then he took Blaine's face with both hands and said, "It was my turn to kiss you," and he pulled Blaine's mouth to his, finally twisting Blaine around and pushing him onto his back, so Kurt could be dominant. "If I am on the brink I'm taking you with me." He fastened his lips to Blaine's, then when he pulled away, tongued a path to one of Blaine's ears. The most sensitive one if he remembered correctly. Blaine's ear was cool on his tongue as he tasted behind it and slowly circled the soft whorls. Blaine was whimpering so Kurt made him wait, as he carefully traced the shape of his ear and sucked a bit on the tender lobe. Just when it might seem he was not going there, Kurt softly breathed into Blaine's ear and pressed in firmly with the tip of his tongue. Blaine cried out and struggled half-heartedly to get out of the embrace, but Kurt had him right where he wanted him.

"Kurt! Kurt!" he gasped and Kurt felt the full body shiver he had caused. Mission accomplished, he thought, and finally moved back to Blaine's soft lips to offer one more kiss. "Liesl might be able to teach Rolfe a thing or two," Kurt suggested.

Blaine made his way back to his side of the checkerboard and landed on his butt with a thump. He needed a second to think. Finally he reached out to set the bottle on its side and sent it spiraling unevenly.

"OK, I'm Fiona and I want to kiss…"

Kurt glared at Blaine. Was this some kind of trick? "Do you mean Princess Fiona?"

"Yep," was all Blaine said.

Kurt shook his head slightly and said, "I'm Shrek, of course."

"Yea, so kiss me until I turn green, baby!" Blaine leaned across the board from his perch and Kurt leaned to meet his lips, still a bit confused.

Kurt thought this game was supposed to get more difficult. If it went at this pace, they would still be fully clothed and Romeo would be snogging Juliet at 4 AM. Kurt kissed him sweetly then leaned back and grabbed the bottle to take his turn. Time to kick it up a notch. He thought while it rotated and then brightened—oh, yeah. Shakespeare! Perfect.

"I want to kiss Viola De Lesseps…"

"Shit," said Blaine, startled out of whatever he had been thinking about. "Who?"

"It's a movie about a very, very famous playwright," Kurt said. At least Blaine could guess, right?

"I still have no clue, but…I'll say George Bernard Shaw."

"Sorry, Blaine it was William Shakespeare on a movie called Shakespeare's in Love." Viola was played by Gwyneth Paltrow. And Blaine, since you lost this round I think you should remove your shorts."

Blaine looked across at Kurt and did not move. Then he said in a very measured tone, "Kurt, I should warn you that I may or may not have decided to go commando for tonight's game. And he waited.

Kurt looked back at Blaine and surprised at least Blaine with his response. "That may or may not have been very strategic on your part. Let's see what you decided."

Blaine got up, turned his back to Kurt and removed his shorts. It was all a bluff.

Kurt said, "Nice ass, Anderson. I can't wait to see it in the flesh! I believe it is your turn. Gonna have a seat?"

Blaine felt strange sitting in his boxers on the living room floor. As the bottle glinted with each rotation Blaine considered his options. They had done movies and plays, what about TV. OK, he had one!

"I want to kiss Mitchell Pritchard…"

Kurt knitted his brow. He would swear he had never heard that name before. Maybe a sports figure? It would be just like Blaine to choose sports.

"Is this someone from sports?" he asked and Blaine knew that he had not a clue. Nice. He started thinking about which article he was going to ask Kurt to remove.

"No, a TV program," offered Blaine.

Kurt was stumped. "I have no clue. What should I take off?"

"Hm…mm. Off with the shorts, Hummel! Oh, and I'm Cameron Tucker."

"Cameron Tucker? What show is that?"

"Modern Family. They are one of couples."

Kurt sighed and got up to remove his khaki shorts, folding them and placing them on one arm of the sectional. This game was definitely more fun when there was more kissing involved. Maybe he would ease up a little. He found the bottle and set it on a merry spin while he thought about famous couples. On TV.

"I'm Portia and I want to kiss…."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Duh…I'm Ellen?"

Kurt laughed and leaned across the game board towards Blaine. "Hey, how do lesbians kiss?"

Blaine frowned. "How would I know?"

"You are my mentor, I look up to you. I count on you for information about this sort of thing."

"Oh, of course you do. How silly of me." Blaine decided to play along. "May I show you?"

"Yes," Kurt replied happily. Blaine touched his mouth softly to Kurt's. Then he took his face and softly kissed Kurt's cheeks then his forehead and his nose. Then he let go and sat up.

"Like that?" Kurt wanted to know.

"Like that," Blaine assured him.

"Oh, I thought they were supposed to be good with their tongues…?" Kurt insisted.

"Really? Show me," suggested Blaine.

Kurt crawled over and moved in on Blaine, roughly grabbing Blaine's shirt and pulling it down to expose as much as his neck as possible. He went for the side of Blaine's neck right at the shoulder and began sucking and licking. As he worked his way up he tasted the salt on Blaine's neck. He knew he was headed for Blaine's ear once again and so did Blaine.

"Oh! Kurt. Please." Blaine was breathless. Once again Kurt teased Blaine's ear with his tongue and his breath. Then he kissed and licked his way along Blaine's slightly whiskery jaw line pushing Blaine's head back and gripping his head with both hands. When he found Blaine's other ear Blaine just whimpered.

"Are you beginning to grasp the importance of the tongue?" Kurt teased with his mouth close to his target.

"Yes, yes!" Blaine's breath was ragged. "Stop torturing me!"

Kurt obliged him, licking into Blaine's ear, still holding tightly to Blaine's head.

Blaine groaned and gripped Kurt around the waist; He pulled Kurt to him and rolled over on top, bucking his hips into him wildly.

Kurt felt himself being toppled and held onto Blaine as he was pushed roughly to the carpeted floor. Blaine's mouth found his and claimed it for his own. Blaine's tongue was forceful in his mouth then made a wet trail down Kurt's neck. Blaine scooted down over Kurt and kissed his way over his T-shirt covered chest, moving his hands inside and up over Kurt's smooth skin. Then he moved back down and gripped Kurt's waist as he continued to make his way down.

Kurt had never seen Blaine get carried away like this. Kurt held onto Blaine's curly head as he made his way down. Kurt lost himself in the heat.

Blaine's head hovered over Kurt's boxers and he could feel Blaine' hot breath on him. Kurt looked down and found Blaine looking up at him, his eyes dark. "There is something I want to do with my tongue," he spoke gruffly. "I don't believe this is a lesbian thing." He lowered his head to Kurt's boxers and licked along the rather obvious erection that he had found there.

Kurt gasped. This was a game changer. "Time out!" Kurt called.

"Time OUT?" Blaine looked up. "What the hell is a 'time out'?"

But Kurt was already scrambling to sit up and scooting away.

TO BE CONTINUED