Some sort of Badboy!Blaine for Beth for her birthday. Which was, y'know, last week. Yup, I suck, but it's done now. i hope you like it, love.
Blaine was bored. Like, seriously bored. He didn't really know why he was sat in Rachel Berry's basement on a Friday, but there he was anyway. Puck had invited him, promising him booze and a good time; so far, only one of those promises had been kept, and the beer in his hand was an indicator as to which one.
Realistically, Blaine knew that he was only there because of Kurt, currently sitting with Tina Cohen-Chang and looking sexy as hell in a pair of sinfully tight jeans. It had also occurred to him that Kurt was really the reason he'd been invited to a Glee club party in the first place. Puck knew Blaine had been trying to get with Kurt for the best part of six months with little success.
Blaine glanced across at Kurt, winking when Kurt met his eyes. The taller flushed and looked away quickly, but a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Blaine was trying to decide whether or not to go and talk to Kurt when Puck announced that they were going to play Truth or Dare, and it was compulsory. Blaine grinned as he joined the circle, though he was slightly surprised that Puck knew what compulsory actually meant.
Once everyone was seated, Puck started the game and picked Santana first. He looked at her intently, seemingly trying to communicate her telepathically. Blaine wished him luck with that.
After a minute, Santana seemed to understand and nodded. She said, "Dare."
"Okay…I dare you to…switch clothes with Berry."
Rachel protested loudly and shrilly, but no one paid any attention to her. Santana grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room. They returned a few minutes later with Rachel wearing a red, skin-tight dress, whilst Santana sported a lacy, lemon-yellow concoction. Someone wolf-whistled. Santana glared at them and the whistle died on their lips.
"Shut up. All right…Anderson, truth or dare?" Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Blaine.
"…Dare," Blaine said slowly, trying to work out what she was trying to tell him.
"I dare you to go into the cupboard and make out with Hummel for seven minutes."
Oh. That's what she was trying to tell him. He grinned and said, "My pleasure."
Kurt protested weakly, but Blaine heard a tremor of excitement in his voice.
"Babe, shh," he said softly, grabbing Kurt's hand. "C'mon." Kurt allowed himself to be pulled along gently behind Blaine and the cupboard door clicked softly shut behind the, enveloping them in darkness.
Kurt launched himself at Blaine, kissing him passionately, dragging his mouth along Blaine's neck and jaw as Blaine held him tight.
"Do you…do you think we should tell them?" Kurt gasped.
"Tell them what?"
"That their efforts to get us together are pointless because we've already been going out for a month."