Consequences - Chapter 1

"Okay Blaine," Wes grinned, looking every bit of the drunken misfit he currently was. "Truth or dare?"
"Ermmm..." Blaine smirked. "Truth."
"You wimp!" David exclaimed, rocking backward, the beer in his hand sloshing about.
"I'm not!" Blaine frowned at his friend. "I - I'm simply not going to make out with either of you," - hiccup - "I'm just not." David stared at him with a mock-hurt expression and a hand on his heart.
"Are we not good enough for you anymore Blaine?" He asked with a chuckle. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"You know your not!"
The three boys burst into a fit of laughter in the middle of Blaine's dorm room. It was the last term until Dalton broke up for a week, the boys had decided to exit the party going on downstairs to have a little one of their own, equipt with music, beers and Wes' suggested game of 'Truth and Dare'. Since commencing the game they'd forced David to make out with the floor and had found out Wes could infact be bi. It was now Blaine's turn, but no one had had a chance to ask him anything yet, inbetween the fits of alcoholicly induced laughter. Wes pushed himself up from where he'd fallen on his back. He stuck out a finger and bit his lip.
"O-kay..." He poked Blaine in the ribs. "I has question nows!"
David sniggered at Blaine as he sqirmed when Wes poked him, so David did it himself, only to recieve a slap in the face and Blaine crying with laughter (again) at David's shocked face.
"Guys!" Wes cried, obviosly getting annoyed. Blaine and David quickly shut up and sat up, giving him their full atention. "Okay," he sighed, a smile forming on his lips. "Blaine, who would you most like to make out with?..."
"That's easy!" David moaned, pouting. "You know who he'll say."
"Let me finish!" Wes screamed. "Who would you most like to make out with?" He repeated. "And..." He paused, trying to build the tension, which was hard with the faces David was pulling. "... Why?" Wes sat back, leaning on his hands, with a smirk on his face. Definatly happy with himself.
"Oooo!" David squeeked, also happy with Wes' question. Blaine bit his lip. Wow, that was hard. How could he explain why he loved Kurt Hummel so. Damn. Much? He inhaled slowly, bracing himself.
"Kurt." He simply stated, the two other boys nodded knowingly. "Because..." He started and sighed, not knowing how to word it. David and Wes looked at him impatiently. "Well... He - He's just..." His friends groaned.
"Spit it out already!" They cried.
"He's perfect." Blaine gushed. "His eyes are so beautiful, I feel like I could melt every time he looks at me. His voice is simply gourgeus, he's gourgeus." blaine sighed contently, imagining said boy in his head. "He's... so sure of himself you know? He totally screams fashionista." He chuckled. "His skin is so pale and soft and... And when he blushes with that little smile, it makes my heart skip a beat, it's the cutest thing I've ever seen." And in the doorway, Kurt Hummel stood. Tears in his yes and a hand on his heart. Blaine Anderson, the most amazing boy ever, thought that about little, fragile him? Nothing could dampen that feeling. "I'd totally do him." Blaine added. Kurt turned bright scarlet, okay, maybe that could.