this was supposed to be just a little mini-fic or even just a summary of a fic but hazelandglasz prompted “Truth or Dare” and the whole thing plopped into my head, and I couldn’t stop typing. So…
"You really don’t think I’ll do it?" Blaine raises his eyebrow, already hitching himself up on his elbows.
"We’re on the lawn of your grandmother’s country club, Blaine," Kurt rolls to his back, trying to figure out how high he’ll have to lift his head to finish drinking this glass of wine without spilling it down his neck. "With *your* family. I’m pretty sure I can safely say you won’t do it. So, just pick "truth" and let’s get on with it."
Blaine narrows his eyes, pursing his lips as he thinks. He tosses down the flower stem he’s been shredding and pulls loose his tie. He starts unbuckling his belt.
"You don’t think I’ll fucking do it?" He kicks off his boatshoes, challenging Kurt.
"I don’t think you’ll fucking do it. Your aunt Edna is right over there, and Uncle Charles and Tante Caroline and The Hellion Twins. I think that’s the rest of your grandmother’s bridge club that just arrived."
"Is that a dare?" Blaine’s hands hover at his shirt hemline.
kurt and blaine meet for the first time when asked to film a video about kissing strangers
Kurt’s on his way home from school when he’s approached—nice looking young girl, frizzy brown hair swept up into a ponytail, all big smiles and excited gestures. She explains about a project for her sociology class, and he thinks, why not? He is woefully single, after all.
There are fewer people than he expected in the little studio he’d been invited to, but hey, this kind of thing isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. He signs himself in with the same frizzy-haired girl he’d met on the street, and moves a little awkwardly over to the wall, ready to wait for the project to begin.
After a short while, they’re invited to gather in a semi-circle to be debriefed. Kurt positions himself carefully between a couple of hipster-ish girls, and glances around the circle. There are a few cute guys, but none that really catch his eye.
The woman debriefing them opens her mouth to speak when there’s a loud knock on the door and someone bursts in, breathing heavily. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I almost forgot—“
Kurt turns round to survey the newcomer, and immediately feels his face flush, because—well, if he didn’t have a desired kissing partner beforehand, he certainly does now.
getting songs the day before the episode like no that doesnt give me enough time to learn them backwards and forwards
So if Artie goes to New York…
this means we’ll have an adorable filmmaking nerd
a snarky lesbian
a countertenor gay man
and a drama queen.
GLEE YOU ARE OPENING A REALLY GOOD CAN OF WORMS RIGHT NOW DON’T FUCK IT UP.
I NOMINATE BLAINE AS MIMI