"Truth or Dare time!" Rachel clapped her hands and took another swig of her drink as the other tipsy/drunk members of the Glee club gathered around (only Finn and Kurt were sober, as they were designated drivers—that still didn't mean that they couldn't have fun) in her basement.

"Okay, just a few ground rules," Santana said as they got situated in the corner, "aside from kissing, sexual dares can be turned down, since I don't want Trouty Mouth over there feeling me up, nothing that will get us seriously fucked, although I highly doubt any of you goody-two-shoes have ever seen a line of crack in your lives, and no sob-story truths. Save it for when you cry yourself to sleep at night; I don't want to hear it."

"Ooookay, fine, then," Rachel replied. "Fine, then, let's start with you, Santana. Truth or dare?"

"Please. Dare."

"Fine...Finn, help me out," she leaned over to her boyfriend sitting next to her, and he whispered in her ear. "Ew, no! We're not going to ask them to do that...all right, we dare you to do an Eskimo kiss with Brittany. Stop, Finn, it's a compromise, and what you wanted is just gross and immature." She slapped his knee lightly as he groaned in defeat.

Santana shot him a sultry smile. "Okay, Britt, let's give him a little show." She languidly leaned towards her girlfriend and brushed their noses together; Santana somehow managed to make the cute gesture very sexual. Brittany, however, broke the mood with her giggles. "Why are you laughing?" Santana asked as they broke away.

"You looked like you had one eye," Brittany answered. Santana grumbled in frustration, but the curl of her lips indicated that she was feeling otherwise. "Your turn, Santana!"

"Ah, yes, who's going to be my little guinea pig..." she scanned the room in search of her victim: her mouth twisted into a vicious smile as her eyes landed directly in front of her. "Kurt."

Kurt was torn: he wanted to do a truth, because then he wouldn't have to do one of Santana's wild dares. Then again, she'd probably make him reveal something about his sex life with Blaine that they did not want to divulge to the rest of the club. A few possible questions bounced around in his mind, and he panicked.

"Dare," he finally answered, much to everyone's surprise. Blaine stared at him from across the room next to Santana.

"Yes, perfect! Dios, I've got the perfect dare in store for you. Berry, do you have any bananas?"

"I think so, let me go upstairs and see." Kurt had a general idea of where this was heading, and he didn't like it at all. Everyone else seemed to be confused, except for Blaine. His jaw was slightly unhinged; he crossed his legs. Kurt smiled: Blaine had teased him earlier that day with a few dirty texts, so this would be his revenge.

Rachel returned a few minutes later with a bunch of large, ripe bananas in her hands. "Give one to Kurt," Santana instructed, and Rachel did so, "okay, Lady Hummel, I dare you to deep throat that banana...or at least try to."

Puck coughed uncomfortably, expressing the general reaction of the rest of the group rather accurately. Blaine was staring at Kurt, his eyes full of terror and—arousal? Kurt raised an eyebrow at him and began to peel the fruit.

"Dare accepted," he said slowly; Santana wolf-whistled.

Once he removed all of the skin, Kurt daintily held the banana with his right hand, as it could break easily; he wished it was hard like Blaine's cock, since that was easier to hold. Damn, he wished it was Blaine's cock. He was never too fond of the taste of bananas.

He closed his mouth around the top of the fruit, just like what he did with Blaine when he blew him. He stayed there for a second, allowing his mouth to grow accustomed to the small size (small in comparison to his boyfriend) and pulled off. Then he opened his mouth and pushed the fruit in so far that it brushed against the back of his throat. He was grateful that the banana was so skinny, for deep throating something as thick as Blaine's dick was not that easy and painless.

"Holy shit," he heard Puck utter; Finn clapped his hand over his eyes. Everyone else seemed to be transfixed on the sight of Kurt's head bobbing on the fruit. His eyes stayed trained on Blaine the entire time, whose mouth was slightly agape while his gaze was fixed on the fruit between Kurt's lips. Kurt allowed it to fill his mouth one last time, and then expelled it.

The room was silent for a second, until Santana muttered a low "wanky!" Blaine leaped from his seat and wordlessly headed for the bathroom, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"I didn't know you would actually be able to do that, Kurt; I thought you'd choke," Santana laughed, "I'm sure that you and Gay Warbler take advantage of that, right?"

Kurt's cheeks burned. "I asked for 'dare', not 'truth'," he said quickly, "Mercedes, truth or dare."

She asked for "truth" so he asked her about the time she liked him in their sophomore year. Sam was not aware of this and practically interrogated the two of them. Blaine didn't return until after Kurt and Mercedes's prolonged questioning: his cheeks were still a light shade of scarlet.

"Finally! Anderson, truth or dare?" Mercedes queried, and Blaine started. After a second of contemplation, he replied with "truth." Looking slightly crestfallen, Mercedes took her time in thinking of a question, when her face finally lit up.

"We've seen what your boy can do, what's the craziest thing you two have done together?"

Blaine gulped nervously and looked at Kurt, who shrugged his shoulders. He knew that the other (perverted) members of the club would not give up until he revealed the deep secrets of their well-guarded sex life. The biggest problem was, they actually had a bit to choose from.

"Um...can I talk to Kurt and ask him? This is kind of like telling his secrets, too."

"Nah, when we saw him mouth-fuck that banana, we know that you get head a lot. And the fact that you're putting so much thought into this worries me." Santana started checking her nails, and Blaine gave up.

"Okay, okay...one time Kurt and I...erm...we tried...rimming," he blurted out, and Puck spat out his drink.

"God, you two aren't as vanilla as I thought!" he said after he recovered. Finn had turned to Rachel and was whispering in her ear; he was probably asking her if that had to do with tires. Santana shot them a knowing smile, and the others looked indifferent.

"You know what? I don't want to know." Mercedes shook her head. "Go, Blaine. Just...go."

"Wait!" Santana yelled. "Did you like it?"

Blaine recalled the image of Kurt on his hands and knees, head thrown back in desperation as he cried for more, more, more! All of that time he took to cool down in the bathroom was certainly going to waste. "Not telling," he answered vaguely, winking at Kurt, who returned with a coy smile. Luckily his parents weren't going to be home that night...

"All right, Rachel, truth or dare?

"I'm done with this game, you all are pervs!" Rachel threw up her arms in defeat and walked away.

"Well, can't deny that," Santana said. "Who wants to play 'Never Have I Ever'?"