Kurt Fabray and Quinn Hummel 8

GLEE

"I can't believe we're having a party," said Kurt as they looked around the decorated living room. Music played softly from the stereo and glasses and food were laid out on the coffee table. "Burt and Carole are out and we're having a party. Oh my god."

"Kurt, we're teenagers," said Quinn dryly. "Three teenagers. Like they didn't expect us to have a party when they go away for the weekend." Finn came in from the front door, carrying five pizzas. "Plus, it's New Years. Duh, we're having a party."

"New Years day," said Kurt absently. "Well, New Years day night…" He sighed. "We're cleaning up everything before they get back," said Kurt nervously.

"Well duh," said Quinn. "Now relax, Kurt. People will be here soon. Blaine is coming, right?"

Kurt flushed and looked even more nervous, if that was possible. "Yes. Well, he said he was."

"Perfect! I'm sure he'll be all over you by the end of the night."

"Quinn!"

"Just remember the Hawaiian boy, Kurt," said Quinn, patting his cheek. "Remember how powerful that felt."

"I hate you."

The doorbell rang and Quinn went to answer the door. "No you don't!"

Within thirty minutes, all of New Directions had arrived at the party. Including Puck, bringing with him enough liquor and beer to stock a bar for a night. Kurt almost wanted to kick him out, and even Quinn was a little nervous (because Puck and his stupid wine coolers were exactly what got her into trouble last year) but everyone insisted that it would make the party more fun.

Kurt settled himself to two drinks. He was already feeling tipsy and too hot. Plus, he didn't want to get too drunk and embarrass himself in front of Blaine, who had come.

Blaine, on the other hand, seemed all too willing to do competitive shots with Sam and Puck.

Finn was the only one besides him that had less than two drinks. He had one beer, but assured people that he would be ok to drive since he was so tall and eating almost an entire pizza for himself. He was, after all, the designated driver.

A few hours into the party, which was to celebrate the new year, Quinn noticed that Rachel and Finn were having a heated discussion (as heated a discussion one drunk person and sober person can have, that is) and then Rachel stood, announcing that they should play spin the bottle. The drunk group of teenagers agreed.

Mike decided that he would go first and ended up getting Tina, his girlfriend and so they practically had to pull them apart. Sam spun Brittany and Mercedes watched the two kiss with a woop and lots of giggles with Tina. Brittany then got Santana, which was very much appreciated from the males in the room. Kurt rolled his eyes at them.

"My turn!" said Quinn with a giggle, reaching over to spin the beer bottle. She was tipsy. Probably a little too drunk, but it felt nice. The bottle spun more than she thought it would and finally settle on -

Oh. Blaine.

Kurt laughed and clapped his hands once as Blaine held up his hands and laughed. "Outstanding!" Kurt laughed. "Oh my god."

Quinn giggled and leaned closer to Blaine. She was glad that she had to kiss a gay guy - kissing any of the other boys in Glee club was mostly unappealing. "This should be interesting," she laughed, pulling Blaine in by his shirt to her lips.

They both laughed into the kiss and at the reality of it - Kurt's best friend, who happened to be gay, kissing Kurt's straight sister, for all intents and purposes.

Then, it felt really nice.

Like, wow.

Quinn's heart beat faster when Blaine sucked on her bottom lip and brought his hand up to her face, pulling her in closer. Wow. Okay, so if this was how gay men kissed, she would be taking Kurt out to many, many gay bars in the future. As a sort of wingman or something. Because this was much better than kissing Finn, and right up there with kissing Puck.

"Ok - I think that's enough of that!" Kurt's voice jarred her from her thoughts, making her slowly break the contact of her and Blaine's lips. Blaine's eyes were hazy, looking at her in a confused manner.

"Gay men kiss awesomely," said Quinn with a laugh. She couldn't really believe she had said that out loud. God, Quinn promised herself she wouldn't drink again after tonight until she was 21. It lead to weird things.

Quinn laughed, sitting back down and putting her head on Kurt's shoulder. She could feel him tense under her, which was weird. The game continued on for a few more rounds, but then they got bored and started singing loudly to the stereo, dancing around. Quinn ended up dancing with Blaine, but then he fell over with a laugh.

Another hour or so later, Finn started to drive people home. Blaine was so drunk that Kurt and Quinn decided that he couldn't drive back home, and Finn didn't want to drive out to Westerville. Instead they set Blaine up on the couch, with some difficultly until he finally passed out.

After Finn came back from dropping Tina and Mike off, they all stumbled to their rooms and passed out.

The next morning, Kurt, Quinn and Blaine (but more so for the latter two) had killer hangovers. When Kurt walked down stairs, blinking into the light of the living room, Blaine's head was covered with a pillow and he groaned about the light.

Finn and Quinn were already up and in the kitchen, mugs of coffee in front of them. Kurt sat at the table, grunting, and Quinn put a cup in front of him. He grunted again.

"You're welcome," said Quinn, though she, too, looked beat. "And get some Advil in you - and Blaine, too."

The rest of the day was spent nursing their hangovers (except for Finn, who rubbed it in their faces), sending Blaine off once he was alright to drive and cleaning up the living room. They double bagged all the empty bottles so no one would see that it was alcohol.

"I think that was a successful party," said Quinn with a happy grin much later that afternoon, when the hangover was completely gone and the living room was clean.

"Hmm," huffed Kurt.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I can't believe you kissed Blaine," Kurt hissed, folding his arms in front of him. Finn was in his room and out of earshot, thankfully. Kurt would have probably mentioned this earlier, if Finn hadn't been around all day.

Quinn frowned at Kurt. "Oh. Oh I did. Weird." The memories of last night were hazy, but then Quinn remembered. It had actually be a nice kiss…

"You're the one that keeps telling me to go for it," said Kurt, looking hurt. "And then you kiss him!"

"Kurt, he's gay," said Quinn in confusion. "And it was for a game. It didn't actually mean anything. I'm sure Blaine felt nothing when he kissed me. In fact, I'm sure he was depressed it wasn't one of the guys - or you, really."

Kurt pouted and looked away from Quinn. Then he sighed in defeat. "I guess you're right…I'm glad I didn't have to kiss anyone," he said after a moment. "I want my next kiss to be something I choose. Something special. Not for some lame game."

"And it will be something special - with Blaine."

Kurt laughed and punched Quinn on the arm.

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"Kurt, can I tell you something?" Kurt looked up from his coffee and at Blaine. They were at the Lima Bean, like they usually were any chance they could, two days after the party. Blaine had just finished telling Kurt how he locked himself up in his dark room for the rest of the day and slept most of his hang over off.

"My mom was so confused," he said with a laugh. "Told her I didn't feel well."

"Of course," said Kurt, raising his eyebrow.

"I just…I don't want you to get angry. I'm just confused," Blaine began. "I hope you can…I don't know. Look at it from an outsider's point of view?" Blaine's voice was small. Kurt's face softened.

"Go ahead. I won't get mad."

"You know how at your party, I kissed Quinn?" said Blaine in a rush. "Well, I sort of liked it. The kiss that is. I liked kissing Quinn. Who is a girl." Blaine groaned and brought his hand to his forehead, then rubbing his eyes and sliding it to rest his chin on.

Kurt just…stared at him.

"You're gay Blaine," he said.

"I know, Kurt," he said dryly. "Or at least, I thought I was…but the kiss - it felt good."

"It felt good because you were drunk," snapped Kurt.

Blaine frowned at him, his expression slowly turning into a glare. "I thought you said you wouldn't get mad."

"That's before you told me you liked kissing my sister!" Kurt hissed out in a whisper. They were still in the coffee shop after all.

"She's not really your sister!"

"So! It doesn't matter - she is a girl!"

"Well, maybe I'm bi, I don't know. I've never had a boyfriend before. I told you I hadn't kissed anyone either." Blaine fiercely stirred more sugar into his coffee.

"Bi? How could you -" Kurt groaned. "Bi is just something people say. You have to pick one or the other at some point! You know, whoever you spend the rest of your life with."

Blaine's expression became sealed off. "Why are you being this way, Kurt? We had a…judgment free friendship. Suddenly, you're jumping all over me. I'm confused right now - I thought I could come to you for help."

Kurt looked down at the table, arms cross. He couldn't just say that he hated this because he wanted to be the one to kiss him and that Blaine questioning his sexuality now might just ruin his shot at that forever.

"Fine." Blaine's chair scrapped back and Kurt looked up as he put his bag over his shoulder. "I would say bye but I don't want you to get mad at me."

"Blaine -"

"Call me when you're ready to either help with my problem or…you know what, whatever." Blaine turned and walked out of the Lima Bean, leaving Kurt alone.

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Quinn was reading her magazine in her room, music playing softly, when the front door slammed shut, making her jump. She stood, peaking her head out her door. She could usually see the front foyer from her room. It was Kurt, angrily taking off his scarf and jacket.

"Hi Kurt!" she said, walking down the hall. "Uh, something happen?"

"Yeah - you," said Kurt viciously, hanging his jacket on the rack.

"Uh, what?"

"You! Blaine liked kissing you!" Kurt spat, beginning to walk toward the stairs. Quinn followed him. "And now he's doubting his sexuality because of you and your stupid kiss at the party!" Kurt stomped up the stairs two at a time and Quinn struggled to keep up.

"Kurt - I didn't mean to - it was just a game! I'm sure he doesn't really mean it. I mean, he was drunk," said Quinn. "Things feel different when you're drunk."

"I told him that, but he won't listen!" said Kurt. "He's hung up on it and - ugh!" Kurt turned once he reached his room, leaving Quinn just outside the threshold. "Really, congratulations, Quinn."

"Congratulations on what?" asked Quinn, eyes wide.

"You have successfully stolen the one guy I like from me. And bonus! You got the gay out of him." Kurt's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"I didn't - I don't like him, Kurt!" said Quinn, almost hysterically. "I didn't try to steal him or anything!"

"Well you did," said Kurt. "And now he won't talk to me. So thanks."

The door slammed in her face. A moment later, music began to play from his room and Quinn knew that there was no getting to him.

Quinn walked slowly down the hall and stairs, back to her room. This was the first time that she and Kurt had seriously fought. There had been the times during her pregnancy when she was hormonal and lashed out at pretty much everyone, but Kurt was sensitive to that stuff. He knew that she didn't mean it. Then there were the sibling like fights they had, over little things.

This was real. This was over a guy.

Quinn groaned and fell back into the bed.

What a mess.

Yeah, Quinn was never drinking again. The first time she was drunk, she got pregnant and the second she made out with the guy her brother liked, thus causing him to question if he was really gay.

Quinn grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed.

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Kurt doesn't speak to Quinn that night at dinner. He barely speaks at all, and when he does, it's to either Burt, Carole or Finn. The two boys don't notice a thing. Of course they wouldn't. Carole seems to notice something is off, but thankfully doesn't mention anything.

After dinner, Kurt went straight to his room and didn't come out at all. Usually he and Quinn would spend time together, reading, talking or watching television. Obviously not tonight.

It took Quinn a while to get to sleep that night. She ended up waking up later than usually, but it was still winter break so it wasn't a big deal. At lunch, Kurt came to the kitchen, made a sandwich while pointedly ignoring Quinn, and went back to his room for the rest of the day until dinner once again.

It seemed like the tension between Quinn and Kurt had reached the other people at the table, because halfway through Finn was looking confused and Burt more so, but with a layer of annoyance.

Finally, Burt set down his knife and fork. "Ok. I want to know what is going on."

Kurt looked up in surprise at Burt. "What do you mean?"

"You two -" he said, gesturing between him and Quinn. "Haven't spoken at all tonight. And come to think, you didn't talk at all last night either. What is going on? You two are like peas in a pod. I can't get you to shut up so the rest of us can get a word in edgewise."

Kurt's expression grew steely and he stared down at his plate of half eaten food with a dark look. Quinn stayed silent as Burt turned his attention from Kurt to her.

"You're fighting over something," he said. "This family doesn't hide things from each other and continue to have hurt feelings. We're gonna work this out."

Silence followed.

"I swear, I will ground you two for the rest of winter break," said Burt. "You two are friends, more than just siblings. I get that fighting is part of that - but it ain't right, either."

"Kurt is mad at me for something I did," said Quinn quietly, looking up at Burt. Kurt flashed her an angry expression.

"Mad is an understatement," he snapped. "You made it so my best friend won't even return my phone calls!"

"What?" asked Quinn. "Why wouldn't he call you back?"

"Because he thinks he's in love with you and I told him he's crazy!" said Kurt. "We fought and now we're not speaking."

"That's not my fault!" said Quinn, growing angry.

"Yes it is! You kissed him!"

"We were drunk, Kurt! I wasn't exactly thinking about -"

"Drunk?" Burt's voice suddenly butted in and both of them froze, realizing that they were having this conversation in front of Burt and Carole. "What do you mean you were drunk? And kissed who?"

Kurt and Quinn said nothing.

"Finn," said Carole, looking at her son. Finn suddenly looked like he was a deer in the headlights. "Tell me if you know anything about this." He just stared for a long moment. "Or you'll be grounded as well."

"Oh. Uh. Well…we had a party a few days ago, when you were gone," Finn said nervously. "Puck brought drinks and most of the people got sort of drunk…not me! I was designated driver."

"We'll talk about the party in a moment," said Burt, somehow in a threatening manner. "Now - kiss. What is this about?"

"Quinn kissed Blaine - Kurt's friend. We were playing spin the bottle," said Finn quickly. Both Quinn and Kurt turned to glare at him.

"I thought your friend was gay, like you," said Burt with a frown, looking at Kurt.

"Well he was," said Kurt sarcastically. "Until Miss Perfect over there kissed him and now he's doubting if he really is gay. He might be straight or bi, apparently."

"That doesn't mean it's my fault you guys fought!" said Quinn viciously. "You did that all by yourself!"

"We only fought because you kissed him!"

"It was a stupid game! Of course I had to kiss him! It was the stupid bottle's fault!" shouted Quinn. "You're just mad because you wish it had been you kissing him and -"

"Shut up, Quinn!" shouted Kurt, standing, his face red and fists clenched.

"Kurt -"

"Stop it!" said Carole sternly. Everyone stopped to look at her. "Now, you are all completely and utterly grounded for the party and for drinking. The rest of winter break. And I'm not going to force you two to make up, but you have to stay civil."

All was still for a long moment. Finn's eyes fell when she said they were all grounded, Quinn huffed and Kurt stayed still before suddenly leaving the table and walking out of the room.

The rest of dinner was silent.

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The next day, Quinn was in her room and basically going crazy.

She didn't like to fight with Kurt. They had been through so much together over the past year. They were outcasts at the same time, suddenly at the bottom of the school. Quinn was pregnant and Kurt was gay. The made each other strong and Quinn loved Kurt. So much.

Finally, she picked up her phone with a small scream and texted Blaine.

Blaine, can you meet up with me at the Lima Bean? We need to talk.

It was only a few minutes later when Blaine answered.

Sure. When?

Quinn told him that she would be there in just over an hour and he said that would be fine.

Now came the harder part: sneaking out of the house when she was grounded.

She dressed and got out of her room, keys in hand. She was just about to open the front door when a throat cleared behind her. She flinched and turned around. Carole was there.

"Where are you going?" she asked, raised eyebrow.

"Uh…" Quinn was at a loss. She just stared at her step mother. "I really, really need to make this right," she finally said. Best go with the truth at this point. "I'm meeting Blaine. I'm setting this right."

Carole stared at her for a long moment and then nodded. "After you're done with Blaine, you come straight back home. This is the only break in your grounding."

"Thank you so much, Carole," said Quinn, opening the door and hurrying to her car.

Blaine was already there when Quinn arrived. He had a coffee in front of him and her regular green tea latte on the other side of the table. She sighed and readied herself. This would be strange. Then she walked over to the table.

"Hi," she said awkwardly. The last time they had been together, they'd been drunk. And kissed.

"Hi," he said. He looked just as uncomfortable.

Quinn sighed and sat down. "Look, the reason why I'm here is because Kurt is upset about your fight and -"

"He told you about our fight?" asked Blaine, his eyes wide. "Why would he do that?"

"Well, yes," said Quinn, uncomfortable. "I was the main reason for it. He sort of threw it in my face, honestly. It was rude, but I guess I deserve it. Sort of." Quinn groaned quietly. "Look, that's not the point. The point is I don't like fighting with Kurt and I'm sure you don't either."

Blaine looked a bit embarrassed. "Well, yeah, I really miss talking to him and everything but - wait, you're fighting, too?" He looked confused.

"Well, yeah. I kissed you," said Quinn, then mentally smacked herself. It probably wouldn't be the best thing to tell Blaine that Kurt had a crush on him. That would just make things worse. So she back pedaled. "You're his best friend and I'm his sister pretty much. It's just…weird for him. Then you said that you basically liked kissing me and things went downhill from there."

Blaine frowned and looked thoughtful. "Look, Quinn, I can't control what I feel." Quinn's blood grew cold at his words. "I miss Kurt, but he made me feel horrible. I'm just really, really confused and he just was mad at me."

"What you feel," repeated Quinn cautiously.

Blaine turned red a little. "I think…I think I might like you," said Blaine with a blush. "All I know is that I really liked our kiss the other night. I don't know if that makes me bi or straight…"

"You were drunk, Blaine! It didn't mean anything. It was just chemicals!" said Quinn, trying to tell him gently.

"Quinn, I really think that I know what I felt. It was really nice. I don't think it was just the alcohol and -"

Quinn had enough at that point. There was only one way that Blaine would be convinced that the kiss was nothing, and no amount of words would tell him that. So, Quinn stood and leaned across the table, grabbed Blaine's shoulders and pulling him up toward her.

Their lips met in a soft kiss, nothing like the one the night of the party, but enough of a kiss where Quinn was sure he would either feel something or not. After a few seconds, Quinn pulled away, looking at Blaine with a questioning expression.

"Huh," said Blaine, running his tongue over his lips. Quinn slowly sat back in her chair. Blaine looked up at Quinn with a smile. "I'm gay." He laughed. "100% gay." He looked bashful for a moment. "Thanks for…helping me figure that out, Quinn."

Quinn laughed and grabbed her latte, taking sip from the stray. "It wasn't a problem. Gay guys can kiss really, really well." Blaine's face turned pink. "Just saying."

Blaine and Quinn sat in a relatively comfortable silence for a few minutes, sipping their coffees. Finally, Blaine sighed. "I guess I should apologize to Kurt," he said finally.

"It would be nice," said Quinn. "He hasn't talked to me for days."

"He tried calling me, but I was mad," said Blaine with a sad tone. "Well, let's go."

"Ok, but you'll probably have to leave right after you apologize. We're sort of grounded."

"What?"

"Parents found out about the party. No more socializing for the rest of winter break, sadly."

Blaine drove in his own car to Lima and walked to the door with Quinn. Carole was in the living room and Quinn explained that Blaine was just here to apologize. She ok-ed it and they walked up the stairs to Kurt's room. Quinn was the one to knock.

"Kurt, please open the door," Quinn said.

"No," was the only reply.

"I come bearing gifts?" said Quinn. Blaine frowned. He apparently didn't like being referred to as a "gift".

They only heard Kurt laugh.

Finally Blaine stepped up to the door. "Kurt, please open the door?" he asked.

There was the sound of something being dropped on the other side of the door, then a ruffling sound and the door was being opened. "Oh," breathed Kurt when he saw them. "Blaine."

Blaine smiled awkwardly. "Uh, hi, Kurt." He sighed. "Look, Kurt. I'm sorry for freaking you out like that. I just…I was confused and I took it out on you -"

"No, you were confused and I should have helped," said Kurt. "But I was just so hurt and -"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Both of the boys laughed as they said those two words in unison.

"The point is," said Blaine. "Quinn called me and we met at the Lima Bean and she convinced me my confusion was for nothing. I am, and always have been, gay."

Kurt looked at Quinn for the first time, his eyes softening. "How did you confince him of that?"

"She, uh, kissed me," said Blaine with more awkwardness. Kurt's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "Sober, girl kisses mean absolutely nothing, apparently. In fact, there was way too much lip gloss…"

"Hey!" said Quinn indignantly. Blaine and Kurt laughed.

"I guess I should say sorry to you as well," said Kurt.

Quinn shrugged. "Doesn't need saying."

Kurt grinned and stepped forward, pulling Quinn into a hug. Quinn squeezed back.

"Thank god," said Kurt with a dramatic sigh. "I missed you like crazy. Every time I thought of something I wanted to tell you or I thought was funny, I realized I couldn't tell you because we weren't speaking. It was awful."

"For which one of us?" asked Quinn.

"Both, which made it doubly depressing," sighed Kurt. "Fighting with your best friend and your sister, who is also your best friend, at the same time is just not recommended."

The three of them walked into Kurt's room and started talking, loosing track of time as they caught up with each other. They didn't remember that Carole had told them to leave after Blaine was done apologizing. Soon, however, Carole walked up and stood in the doorway.

"Hello, Blaine," she said with a smile.

"Oh! Mrs. Hummel - I forgot that I had to leave," he said, standing.

"It's fine, Blaine. Sit down." Blaine sat down slowly. "Would you like to stay for dinner? It's in just under an hour."

"Oh," said Blaine. Then, he nodded. "Of course. I'll just call my mom."

"Good. Glad to see everyone is getting along again," she said. "But, just so we're clear," she said, pausing as she turned to leave. "Blaine isn't allowed over for the rest of break. Grounded, remember?"

"Yes ma'am," sighed Kurt and Quinn.

Dinner that night was nothing like the two nights before. It was loud and full of laughs. Thankfully Burt didn't mention anything embarrassing to Blaine about what was said about him the night before. Though, he did glare at him unnecessarily for a few minutes. Probably because he kissed his daughter.

Probably.

TBC