"Shit," muttered Blaine, "I pushed him too far." It wasn't like he planned it to happen that way. It's just that once he toppled Kurt and felt their hearts beating out of their chests, he just went with it.

Kurt really was just gone a minute to two. When he came back he sat down on the sectional rather than the floor. Blaine looked up at him, words flooding through his head, none of them what he wanted to say. Should he apologize? He should apologize.

"Kurt, I'm sorry—" he began but Kurt held up his hand and said, "No apologies, Blaine, please. No apologies."

"What then?"

"We just need to talk."

"Okay." Suddenly Blaine felt out of place on the floor. He moved up to the couch and sat next to but not touching Kurt. He waited.

"Blaine, I really like you." Blaine nodded. "I hope you know that." Blaine nodded. "And I know we are playing a game. I mean it is all very fun and exciting and everything. But I need to tell you something."

"Okay," said Blaine.

"I would not play this game with just anyone, Blaine. In fact, I would only play this game with you." Kurt heaved a big sigh. "And I'm sorry about coming off all serious and stuff. I just wanted you to know that while I understand that this is a fun and rather naughty game we are playing, for me, the kisses and the touches are very real. They are between you," Kurt touched Blaine's chest with one finger "and me," and Kurt touched his own chest.

Blaine had been very quiet. His heart was in his throat. He remembered clearly the experience of Kurt pulling away from him last semester. He could have lost Kurt then. This silly game of Spin the Bottle was invented to show Kurt that he was sorry, that it was Kurt he wanted to kiss, not Rachel. Yes it was just a game. But underneath it all lie Blaine's hopes and desires for a relationship with Kurt.

Blaine took both of Kurt's hands and he said, "Kurt I'm crazy about you. I invented this ridiculous game because I wanted to play it with you. Only you. And that is still true. I'm having fun, but if you want to stop, we'll stop. Just don't make me stop kissing you. Don't make me stop touching you."

Kurt's smiled and squeezed Blaine's hands with his. "I think it is your turn," he said.

The boys sprawled out on the floor again and this time Blaine grabbed the empty bottle and sent it spinning on the board.

"Make it a hard one," Kurt suggested. Then he blushed.

"Okay," said Blaine, not picking up on Kurt's discomfort. Earlier that day he watched a feature on the Biography channel. "I want to kiss Elton John," he told Kurt.

Kurt's eyes got big. Wow, his mind raced through everything he could recall about Elton John's personal life. Gay, obviously. Married, check. Recently had a baby, check. Spouse's name, uh…

"I really don't know, "admitted Kurt.

And I really wanted to kiss you…" pouted Blaine, "I'm David Furnace and I guess you'll just have to take your shirt off."

Kurt slowly unbuttoned his shirt without much apparent distress, and then he looked questioningly at Blaine. "I've been wondering…aside from having the satisfaction of having at least one article of clothing on at the end of the game, what does the winner actually win?"

Blaine smiled. "Oh, Kurt. You may be over thinking this a bit. "

"Ah," Kurt replied, nodding sagely. "Maybe we should wait to see how things develop." And then he removed his shirt.

Kurt sat cross legged across from Blaine in just his boxers and a pair of sandals.

"Mmmmm…" Blaine said to him with a sigh. "I really want to touch. You are so beautiful."

"Maybe later," offered Kurt, and then he saw how dark Blaine's eyes were He shivered slightly and said, "Definitely later." He felt the moisture on his palm against the coolness of the bottle in his hand. He lay it sideways on the game board and gave it a twist.

"I want to kiss Lorena Hickok," he confessed. Kurt loved history, especially gay history.

Blaine just shook his head.

"Historical figure, two women."

Blaine shrugged. "I'm clueless."

I'm Eleanor Roosevelt," stated Kurt. "And their relationship was never confirmed by them, but there are lots of letters they wrote back and forth that revealed deep feelings for one another."

Blaine nodded thoughtfully. "What am I taking off?" he asked.

"Well, I've been waiting to see that nice ass of yours…but I suppose I'll be a good sport and ask you to take off your shirt."

Blaine's eyes met Kurt's. He slowly pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the sectional. They continued to stare at each other. Kurt let his eyes roam over Blaine's shoulders, his arms and his chest. He finally met Blaine's stare again. "I want to touch you, Blaine. I want to do more than touch."

"Tell me" was all Blaine said.

Kurt's breath hitched. "I want to use my mouth. And my tongue. And my teeth. I want to rub against you."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably as he became more aroused. He looked around for the bottle. It was his turn but his brain had stopped working. Well, it had stopped thinking about most things.

Okay, it was a cheap trick. "I want to kiss Snow White…" Blaine almost whispered.

Kurt cocked his head to one side. "You are the Prince," he offered breathlessly and then giggled. "Oh, Blaine. Come here."

Kurt held out his arms and Blaine came into his embrace eagerly. "Kiss me?" Kurt murmured just before Blaine's mouth claimed his. Kurt leaned back, pulling Blaine on top of him. Kurt's hands were on Blaine's back, rubbing up and down, up and down as he allowed Blaine's tongue to explore his mouth. Blaine put his hands on either side of Kurt's face to better angle his kisses. Sweet and warm became hungry and searching. Kurt moaned and ran his hands over Blaine's ass. Two thin layers separated them and the promise of friction was delicious. Kurt's hands urged Blaine to move, just move. Blaine moved.

Blaine pulled out of their lip lock with a gasp. "This is what you want?" He was still rolling his hips into Kurt's.

Of course Kurt wanted it. He was the one gripping the cheeks of Blaine's ass. How could Blaine misread this?

Kurt opened his eyes to Blaine's question. He smiled sweetly and said, "Time out."

Blaine groaned and tried to roll away from Kurt, but Kurt held him fast. "What?" Blaine sounded annoyed.

"Time out," repeated Kurt. He moved his hands to either side of Blaine's face and turned Blaine's face towards his own. "What now?" repeated Blaine not wanting to make eye contact.

"I'm done with this game of spin the bottle, Blaine." Kurt said, and touched Blaine's reddened top lip with one of his long fingers. "I don't want to take another turn. I don't care who wins." All of a sudden Blaine's eyes are on him. " It was fun, but now we don't need a game to tell us when to kiss or when to take off our clothes." Kurt smiled. "I don't mind playing games in the living room, Blaine. But we really need to move this to the bedroom, don't you think?"

Blaine could not agree more.

The boys helped each other up and abandoned their game of spin the bottle on the living room floor.

THE END