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.
OH MY GOD!!
Seriously, giggle-snorting Dirt Coke through your nose is a distinct hazard of reading this story!! Lol
"Killed in a bar when he was only three"