Blaine sat between Kurt and Finn, watching Sam reach forward clumsily for the empty wine cooler bottle in the middle of the circle and send it spinning, turning and turning until it slowed and pointed towards Mercedes. Catcalls went up as Mercedes blushed, but complied and leaned forward to kiss Sam. Santana yelled something in half-Spanish, but Blaine didn’t pay her much attention.

Blaine was having a pretty good time, he had to admit. When he and Rachel had found out that their dads were going to be out of town for the night, they figured they could just sing karaoke to pop songs extra loud. When Puck found out, however, was a different story. He’d somehow convinced Rachel to throw a party. Blaine didn’t mind too much- he was having fun, and he could sing karaoke any time.

Most of the New Directions were pretty wasted by now, except for a couple DDs, and Blaine(who couldn’t yet legally drive other people, but knew he’d probably end up having to take drunk kids home anyway). Blaine’s motivation for staying sober, however, wasn’t in order to cart his fellow glee club members home at the end of the night. He’d decided that drinking in front of Kurt just wouldn’t be a good idea. Blaine still couldn’t tell if his developing feelings for the gorgeous boy were reciprocated, and he didn’t want to end up drunkenly confessing his love and messing up his chances entirely.

After Sam it was Rachel’s turn in Spin the Bottle. Giggling, she spun it, around and around and around…

It landed on Kurt.

Everyone laughed and called out. Kurt rolled his eyes, but crawled across the circle towards Blaine’s sister. They smiled and laughed at eachother at first, but then Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips to Rachel’s.

And kept them there.

And then he lifted his hand up and cupped her cheek.

Blaine watched in an emotion that was slowly becoming horror as the rest of the room whistled and cat-called at the far-too-long kiss. Sam and Mercedes hadn’t even kissed for this long, and everyone knew that there was something between them.

Finally, finally, the two pulled apart. They kept still for a moment, though, just staring at eachother. Then Rachel proclaimed, “Kurt, your face tastes awesome.”

More laughter filled the room, and Kurt returned to his spot next to Blaine. Blaine glanced up at him, noticing that the boy looked happy and thoughtful. Blaine felt helpless, desperately wishing that he could take back the last minute or so.

“You know what I think?” Rachel yelled drunkenly. “I think it’s time for a duet!”

Blaine glanced up, expecting his sister to call him out as a partner. They were the Anderson-Berrys, after all, and arguably the best two singers in the room. They were always duet partners.

“Kurt, come on!” Rachel insisted, taking Kurt’s arm and dragging him up toward the stage. Blaine’s mouth fell open in surprise and annoyance. What the hell was going on? He crossed his arms, watching angrily as Rachel and Kurt began to sing Don’t You Want Me. This night was not going at all how he planned.

Blaine stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. Glancing at his alarm clock, he saw that it was nearing three AM. Good thing he didn’t have school the next day.

He heard a soft sigh, and turned his head to look at Kurt, who was lying next to him in the bed. At the end of the night he’d been decidedly too drunk to drive home. Rachel had told him that he could spend the night at their house. She’d started to suggest that he sleep in her room when Blaine interjected, insisting that Kurt crash with him since he had a larger bed. Rachel had glared at him, but Blaine had resolutely ignored her and led Kurt upstairs to his room. He didn’t know what his sister was up to with Kurt, but he didn’t like it.

Kurt was sprawled out next to Blaine. He’d changed into some of Blaine’s sweatpants and a white undershirt to sleep in, and now Blaine was endlessly thankful that he’d offered Kurt those clothes. The undershirt rode up, exposing Kurt’s abdomen, pale and visible even in the dark room. Kurt’s strong shoulders strained against the fabric, and his graceful collarbone was on prominent display. Blaine sighed, propping himself up to better study the boy. His hair was messy from sweat and dancing and sleeping. His face was relaxed and smooth, his features positively angelic. As Blaine watched, Kurt shifted, moving his arm up towards his face. A breathy sound escaped from Kurt’s mouth, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. Blaine’s eyebrows raised, surprised at the noise, marginally embarrassed for listening in on it, and slightly turned on by the sensuality of it.

Blaine collapsed onto his back, facing the ceiling again and trying not to think about how Kurt was next to him in his bed, because if his thoughts went there(which he’d been fighting against since Kurt had drifted into sleep) he was going to have a big problem.

He closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep.

The next morning Blaine woke up and found that he was alone in the bed. He sat up and glanced around, seeing that Kurt’s bag was still on the ground by the door, but his clothes had disappeared. Blaine’s eyebrows drew together, confused. He got out of bed, stretched, and then went to find Kurt.

He poked his head into Rachel’s room. He could see her head, swathed in dark hair that she hadn’t remembered to braid before going to sleep in her inebriated state last night. He heard water running in the bathroom attached to Rachel’s room, and as he approached it he could smell the hot steamy scent that only a shower could make. He returned to his room to get dressed before Kurt came back, trying very hard not to let his thoughts dwell on the fact that Kurt was in the shower only two rooms away.

When Kurt did get back, wearing yesterday’s clothes and sporting wet, casually-styled hair, he insisted that he needed a mocha to get over his moderate hangover and suggested they go to the Lima Bean. Blaine was only too willing to comply.

The drive over was mostly quiet, and since Blaine was in analyze-every-interaction-with-the-boy-he-likes mode, he chalked this up to Kurt’s probable head and stomach ache. Once they got to the coffee shop Blaine opened the door for Kurt and paid for both their drinks. Kurt gave him a tentative smile, which Blaine wholeheartedly returned.

When they sat down with their drinks, Kurt took a sip of his and sighed with dramatic relief. “This is just what I need,” he commented.

Blaine laughed. “You were pretty bad last night, you know.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “I didn’t drink that much.”

“Kurt, you spent half the night sucking face with my sister! That’s what I like to call rock-bottom.”

Kurt stuck his tongue out before taking another sip. Once he set his cup down, he said defensively, “It wasn’t half the night. It was just a game of Spin the Bottle.”

“Yeah, thank God,” Blaine replied, laughing.

Before Kurt could say anything else, they both heard the muted sound of Defying Gravity playing. Kurt reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He raised his eyebrow at the screen, and then answered it. “Hey, Rachel.”

Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed. What was his sister doing?

Kurt spoke into the phone. “I’m having coffee, with Blaine…oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…Rachel, are you drunk?”

Blaine’s jaw dropped a little bit. What the hell? Their dads were due home within hours. Why was she getting drunk and calling Kurt?

Kurt laughed softly. “Right, of course…Oh, really?” Kurt giggled. “Okay, yeah. Sure.” He hung up the phone, laughing incredulously. “Rachel just asked me out!”

Blaine stared blankly for a moment, and then burst out laughing. “Really?” He asked Kurt between peals.

“Really,” Kurt answered, chuckling.

Finally, Blaine calmed down, and then he realized something. Kurt had never once said the word no while on the phone.

“Wait,” Blaine said, confused. “Why didn’t you turn her down?”

Kurt shrugged, stirring his mocha. “When she and I kissed…it felt good.”

Blaine stared at Kurt for a second in disbelief. “Yeah,” he said with a nervous laugh. “It felt good because you were drunk.”

Kurt simply took a sip of his drink, not deigning Blaine with a reply. Blaine couldn’t believe this was happening. “Kurt,” he said emphatically. “You’re gay.”

Kurt set down his cup. “I don’t know, Blaine. I mean, I’ve never even had a boyfriend…maybe I’m bi.” His tone was thoughtful, as though he’d come upon a realization. Blaine would not stand for this.

“Kurt,” he said, grasping at straws. “’Bi’ is just a term that gay boys use so they can hold hands with girls and pretend they fit in.”

Kurt’s eyebrows drew together as he regarded Blaine across the table. “Blaine, don’t be so insensitive. Bisexuality is a perfectly valid sexuality. I’d never considered it before, but maybe…”

Blaine gaped. “But…what about that time you made out with Brittany? You weren’t attracted to her!” Blaine was sure he’d found a loophole, a piece of solid evidence that would bring Kurt back into the realm of the sane.

Instead, Kurt just shrugged. “Well, maybe I just wasn’t attracted to her in particular. That doesn’t dictate my opinion of all girls…” he took a sip of his coffee. “I mean, I like Rachel. She’s my friend. We have a lot of shared interests.”

“But you don’t like her,” Blaine insisted.

Kurt smiled slightly. “No, not yet. But we’ll see, after our date.”

“Kurt, this is crazy.”

Kurt looked at Blaine, slight hurt in his expression. “Blaine, calling my confusion about my sexuality ‘crazy’ isn’t exactly tactful. Is this because she’s your sister? Because-“

“It’s not because she’s my sister!” Blaine interrupted loudly. “It’s because you’re gay! Okay? You’re not ‘confused about your sexuality,’ you were just drunk-“

“Look, Blaine,” Kurt said sharply. “I’m the one who gets to decide whether I’m confused about my sexuality, okay?” He stood up, picking up his coffee cup. “I’m going to go call Finn for a ride home. I’ll see you on Monday.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, and added, “I’d say bye but I don’t want to offend you.”

With that, Kurt turned on his heel and walked out of the coffee shop, leaving Blaine to stare after him helplessly.

When Blaine got home there was a note from Rachel saying that she was in the bath, and that she’d cleaned up half of the mess from the party, so Blaine needed to clean the other half. Blaine rolled his eyes as he headed down to the basement. It had been Rachel’s idea to have a party, why did he have to help clean up? As he reached the site of the previous night’s festivities, he groaned. Rachel had cleaned up maybe a fourth of it, if that. Annoyed and angry, Blaine began to pick up discarded plastic cups, aware that his dads would be home soon.

Blaine ignored Rachel all day.

It wasn’t hard to do. She stayed in her room for most of it, probably to hide her hangover from their dads. Blaine spent the day doing homework and watching movies. He felt like boxing, because he knew it would help him blow off steam, but he didn’t feel like driving to the gym.

In the evening, he could hear Rachel singing from her room. He wondered idly if he could use the angst he was experiencing over this whole situation to write a song. Mr. Schue kept saying that songwriting needed strong emotions, and they were doing original songs for Regionals.

He didn’t feel like writing a song, though. He felt like punching something.

Rachel left for her date at six. Blaine spent the next several hours in varying degrees of panic, anger, and apprehension. However, he realized at one point that he neededto know how the date went. Since he couldn’t talk to Kurt about it, not after their fight-Blaine wasn’t sure yet if he was ready to apologize, and knew they wouldn’t be able to discuss it until he did- that left Rachel as his only option. Swallowing his annoyance, he went into his sister’s room and awaited her arrival.

Rachel opened the door into her room at a quarter to ten, and found Blaine sitting cross-legged on her bed. Most siblings probably wouldn’t have tolerated this, but Blaine and Rachel had always been close. They were near eachother in age and had a lot of similarities. They liked the same things, for the most part. They’d grown up telling eachother secrets, falling asleep together in blanket forts, and constantly choreographing new performances together. Blaine had told her about the first boy he’d ever liked, in fifth grade, before he’d told their dads. Rachel had whispered to him about her first kiss the morning after an eighth-grade sleepover party. They’d supported eachother through bullying, and were good friends as well as siblings.

“Oh, hi,” Rachel said, closing the door behind her and setting down her purse.

“How was your date?” Blaine asked, cutting to the chase.

Rachel stared at him for a moment, like she was sizing him up. Then she let her breath out, smiling. “It was lovely,” she gushed, stepping forward and taking a seat next to Blaine on the bed. “We saw Love Story at the Revival Theater.”

Blaine bit his lip. It was a wonderful idea for a date. Very much Kurt’s style. “Did you kiss?” he asked Rachel.

“No,” Rachel answered, a bit hesitantly. “We didn’t kiss. Our lips spent the evening mouthing Ali McGraw’s dialogue.” She sighed, and then went on. “Frankly, I expected a snog as the date drew to a close, but I guess the timing wasn’t right.”

Blaine cleared his throat, holding back a comment. Rachel’s head snapped up. She knew him too well. “What?” she asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

The Anderson-Berrys were nothing if not honest, sometimes to the point of tactlessness. “Well,” Blaine said, “maybe it wasn’t the timing that was off. Maybe it was something more like the blood-alcohol level that wasn’t right.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes at her brother. “What are you implying, Blaine?”

Blaine looked down at his hands, laying in his lap. “I’m just saying that, while you and Kurt certainly have a lot in common, that doesn’t mean you’re right for eachother.”

Rachel scoffed. “Look, I know that you had some sort of crush on Kurt, but-“

“Kurt and I have chemistry,” Blaine said, interrupting Rachel. “And that’s something you’ll never have with him, not without downing a bottle of Smirnoff first.”

The two siblings stared at eachother for a moment, daring the other to back down. Then Rachel smiled. “Fine,” she said. “Then I’m going to prove you wrong. I’m going to take off the beer goggles and kiss him sober. We’ll see who has chemistry then.” She smiled smugly.

“Fine,” Blaine replied. “Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Deal,” Rachel said, and they shook on it. Perhaps even more so than honesty, the Anderson-Berrys valued competition.

“He’ll be here any minute,” Blaine said, checking his phone.

“Good,” Rachel replied, pulling lip gloss out of her purse and applying it to her lips. Blaine rolled his eyes.

They were sitting at a table in the Lima Bean. Blaine had texted Kurt that morning, asking Kurt to meet him at the coffee shop that afternoon. Kurt had agreed. What Kurt didn’t know was that his lips were in for an ambush by the one-and-only Rachel Berry. Blaine sat at the table and tapped his fingers apprehensively.

“There he is,” Blaine whispered, spotting Kurt’s lean figure entering the coffee shop. Rachel nodded, smoothed the front of her dress, and stood up.

Kurt had spotted Blaine and was heading over to them. Upon seeing Rachel, his eyebrows went up in surprise. Rachel took several steps forward, closing the distance between them.

“Hey, Rachel, what-“ Kurt began, but was interrupted when Rachel reached up and pressed her lips to his.

Blaine held is breath, watching the two kiss.

They broke apart, and Kurt stared at Rachel with an unreadable expression. Then he smiled slightly, thoughtfully. “Huh,” he said. “Yeah…I’m gay. I am absolutely, one-hundred percent gay.” He laughed lightly, and Blaine let out his breath in a long, amused sigh.

Kurt smiled fully now. “Thanks for that, Rachel,” he said. He leaned forward then, giving Rachel a hug. He pulled back, still holding her shoulders. “I’m gonna go get my coffee, I’ll be right there.” He let go and turned around, heading in the direction of the cashier.

Blaine stood up, walking over to his sister and putting his hand on her arm. “I’m sorry, Rach,” he told her, trying to make his voice sound sincere. It was hard, though- his heart seemed to be doing backflips. One-hundred percent gay. “That was a little harsh.”

Rachel turned to face him, her face alight. “Are you kidding me?” she asked, her voice excited. “I just briefly dated a boy who turned out to be gay. That is songwriting gold!The emotional fallout for this is perfect for composing. I have to go get something ready for Glee tomorrow!” She squeezed Blaine in a tight hug. “Thank you, little brother,” she exclaimed. “I’ll see you at home!”

She left the coffee shop, a skip in her step. Blaine watched her walk away, slightly puzzled.

“What was that about?” Blaine heard Kurt ask from behind him. Turning around, he saw Kurt with his eyebrow cocked, now holding a cup of coffee.

“Uh, nothing,” Blaine said. “Just Rachel being crazy.”

“Hmm,” Kurt answered. “Well, she’s not the only one. I can’t believe I went on a date with a girl…”

Laughing, the two boys returned to their table, where they were meant to be.