You Spin Me Right Round
Kurt was pouting. He loathed spin the bottle for obvious reasons. After the last fiasco with Rachel it made him uneasy to think about what might happen this time around. They were a couple now, and if he was dumped because he and Puckerman shared a moment during this stupid tirade
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, smiling gently.
"Nothing," he said shortly. He frowned, looking at him.
"Hey," he lifted his chin. "Is this about Rachel's party last year?" Kurt looked up at him through his lashes. Blaine kissed his cheek, resting his forehead on top of his. "I love you, Kurt. This is just a game, okay? There isn't a drop of alcohol in sight and I'm sure Santana will lay down the ground rules," he said softly. He kissed his cheek.
"SHUT UP!" Santana barked, gaining the tent's attention. "Okay, honeys, just a few rules. Number one, Kurt and Finn is a no-no. Incest is a little too far. Quinn and Finn is also bad. And last but not least, Rachel, keep your harpy claws off of Blaine. If you're in a serious relationship of any kind man the hell up and don't whine because this is just a game and I don't wants ta mess up my nails messing up your faces."
Everyone laughed, save Sam and Mercedes, who glanced awkwardly at each other.
"Excuse me," Rachel said, raising her hand. "Is there anyway I can abstain from playing?"
"JUST PLAY!" The others bellowed. Finn kissed her forehead, squeezing her shoulders.
"Don't worry, baby. It'll be fun," he nodded.
"Glad your excited, Finn, 'cause it's your turn," Santana grinned, shoving it to him. He sighed, twisting the bottle and watching it go on the leftover pizza box.
Everyone watched, some smiling in anticipation. Mike's face fell when it landed on Tina, who blushed. "Well, this is gonna be a little weird," she sighed. She scooted in front of Mike before leaning forward, eyes closed and lips puckered.
The tent roared with laughter and jeers when they kissed as Mike frowned and shook his head, yanking Tina away and holding her to him.
"That's enough of my kung pow chicken," he said defensively. Tina rolled her eyes as Sam took the bottle. Everyone watched, anticipating, smiling. His jaw dropped when it landed on Rachel.
Santana laughed, rolling on her back, cackling. Lauren and Puck nodded their approval while Finn pursed his lips. Mercedes absently checked her nails, shaking her head.
Rachel sighed, straightening up with dignity. "Alright, if I must. I'm sorry, Finn." Sam just continued to smile and kissed her, lips engulfing hers, trying to stop himself from giggling. She pulled away first, scowling a little. "What is so funny?" She asked.
"I've never kissed a Jewish girl before," he said shyly. She rolled her eyes, smiling herself as everyone "aww'd."
Mike blanched when his turn landed on Brittany, looking at Artie. "It cool with you, dude?" He asked as Brittany hopped up and down on her haunches, excited to kiss what she called "Asian Michael Jackson." Artie smirked.
"Yeah, dawg, we cool," he said, before turning serious. "Just don't overstay your welcome." Mike nodded. Brittany hopped forward, planting one on him happily.
"I've wanted to do that for a really long time," she said, grinning. Everyone frowned, glancing at each other.
"Didn't, um, didn't you guys date last year or did I miss the Time Turner?" Sam asked, confused.
"Well, yeah, I meant since I found out you were Asian," she said matter-of-factly. Artie smiled; Santana patted her shoulder as she sat back down, clapping for Tina to go. Blaine's eyes lit up in surprise; Kurt groaned aloud.
"Here we go again," he breathed, resting his chin in his hand.
Tina looked between Santana and Blaine. "Is there an orientation rule?" She asked. The Lima Heights native cocked a penciled eyebrow.
"If Kurt can plant those lady lips with Britt out of his own free will then I think Blaine can kiss you in a game," she said, shrugging.
Blaine's jaw had dropped, brow raised, looking at Kurt in shock.
He glanced at him, smiling meekly. "Story for later?" He offered.
"Yeah," Brittany said. "It was awesome." She fist-pumped the air.
Tina sighed and pecked Blaine's cheek before handing him the bottle, rolling her eyes. "He makes out with Rachel and Kurt stays pretty cool about it but when Kurt kissed Brittany two years ago he gets to freak out."
Kurt rolled his eyes, snapping Blaine out of his daze by waving in front of his face. "It's your turn." The dapper boy looked at him steadily as he spun.
"We're not done with this," he said firmly. Kurt pursed his lips, watching the bottle. His eyes grew when it stopped, as did the rest of the tent.
Puck stared at the bottle pointed at him before looking at Blaine. Lauren grinned.
"Go nuts, Puckerman," she giggled, clapping him on the back. Puck swallowed hard. "What, are ya scared?" She teased.
"No!" He exclaimed, shrugging as if to loosen himself up. "I don't have an issue kissin' a dude. I'm man enough to do it." Kurt cocked his brow, smirking.
"I'm not sure if you're man enough to handle it," he said simply. Blaine blushed a little.
"Just come here, Noah."
Finn winced and looked away while the rest of the tent roared. Kurt couldn't stop himself from giggling, covering his face and laughing with everyone else. Blaine himself was trying not to crack up as Puck, whose face was screwed up in discomfort.
Lauren finally showed mercy, yanking him back. "Alright, I think that's enough Blaine-bow for you," she sat, patting his Mohawk. He shivered a little.
"Cross that one off my bucket list," he mumbled.
"It's on yours too?" Sam asked, hopeful. Everyone paused, staring at him. Mercedes laughed a little, shaking her head.
"Uh, go, Kurt," Finn said. Kurt sighed, spinning with his fingers crossed.
"Yes!" Sam exclaimed, grinning. Kurt blushed, straightening his bowtie. Blaine pursed his lips, slightly jealous despite the understanding that this was simply a game.
Tina leaned forward on her hands, smiling happily. Mike cocked his brow at her. "What?" She shrugged. He continued to stare. "Oh, two girls can make out and every guy in the universe can enjoy it but when two hot guys make out women have to keep quiet? Forget that, I want front seats to this show."
"Lady Lips and Trouty Mouth," Santana giggled. "There should be an explosion when this happens."
"Can we carry on, please?" Kurt mumbled, still blushing.
Sam barreled forward, eager to complete his goal. Kurt winced a little when they kissed, feeling awkward with his boyfriend watching…and the rest of the glee club for that matter.
Everyone "whooed" and catcalled at them, causing Kurt to pull away quickly, embarrassed. Sam chuckled softly, proud of himself.
"Can I look now?" Finn said behind his hands. Rachel giggled and patted his arm.
"Yes, it's safe."
Blaine took Kurt's hand, subtly holding what was his close to keep the others away. Kurt could have sworn he heard him growl a little.
Mercedes went next, kissing Finn. Rachel stayed calm about the affair, delicately placing a hand over her eyes until it was over. Quinn spun next, the bottle landing on an Asian dancer named Mike, followed by Lauren who placed an unashamed, sloppy kiss on Santana, who gaped in shock for a few minutes. Puck laughed while kissing Brittany, who promptly said, "I forgot what it's like to kiss a dinosaur."
"Ain't missin' much, sweetie," Lauren scoffed. Puck pouted, only perking up when she patted his head.
Brittany was next and landed on Finn. "That's two dinosaurs in one day. That's gotta be some kind of record."
Mercedes had to go to Artie when it landed on her, both hesitating before going through with it.
"I still don't like this," Rachel sighed, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Well as long as you don't try stealing someone's man again I think you'll be fine," Puck said matter-of-factly. Kurt pursed his lips and nodded, melting into a smile when Blaine gently pecked his neck.
The bottle spun, leaving everyone to hold their breath and wait.
"This had better be good," Artie said. Everyone stopped and waited, eyes wide with anticipation.
The singers froze, gasping aloud.
All eyes were on the bottle and slowly worked up to who would be kissing Rachel Berry.