"Let's do this, bitches!" Yelled Santana as she ran with her team of Blaine, Sam, Quinn, Rachel and Mike.
She let out a roar and went to locate Finn, the team captain of Kurt, Mercedes, Puck, Brittany and Tina.
Sam and Blaine stood back to back, shooting at everything they saw.
"Blam!" Yelled Sam, high-fiving Blaine as they shot down Tina.
"I thought you were my friends!" She screamed dramatically, falling to the ground. She lay there for a few seconds, before standing up, brushing herself off, and flipping the two boys off.
"You think she hates us?" Blaine asked over his shoulder.
"Nah, no one can hate us."
Blaine shrugged and continued shooting.
•••
45 minutes past, the game heating up with only Sam, Blaine, Brittany and Kurt remaining.
Blaine felt a hand grab is wrist and lead him to an empty corner.
"Wha-Oh, hi Kurt!" Blaine blushed as Kurt pressed him against the wall.
Kurt smiled. "Hi, hon." He crashed his lips against Blaine's, softly running his hand along Blaine's hip, pressing his body closer to the shorter boy.
Kurt deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Blaine's mouth, feeling him smile. Blaine loosely wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck, dropping his gun. Kurt slowly pulled away and pressed a kiss to Blaine's forehead, and he swore Blaine whined.
"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered, slowly stepping backwards.
"For wha-KURT! WHAT THE HELL?!" Blaine screamed in horror as Kurt shot him straight in the chest, giggling as he sashayed away.
"Love you!" He heard Kurt call out.
Blaine pouted and stomped off to where the rest of the eliminated players were.
•••
"I believe your team has to treat us to dinner now?" Finn smirked at Santana, who rolled her eyes and stomped on Finn's foot in response.
"Fine. Breadstix. And this game isn't over yet."
"Yeah it is. We only paid for a 1 hour long game." Brittany chimed in.
"Britt!" Santana whined. "You're supposed to be on my side!"
"Okay!" Brittany grinned and hopped over to Santana, leaning her head on her shoulder.
"Let's go to Breadstix!" Rachel cheered, earning an enthusiastic yell from the rest of the club.
Kurt went to hold Blaine's hand, earning a light slap on his knuckles.
"Hey!" Kurt pouted.
"I'm being passive aggressive. You shot the love of your life!" Blaine stated. He looked up at Kurt's pouty face and couldn't resist kissing his cheek. "Okay, now I'm being passive aggressive." Blaine ran off to join Sam.
Kurt caught up and stole Blaine away from Sam, who continued rambling on about Avatar, not noticing the shorter boy was gone.
"Hi." Kurt said flirtily, knowing Blaine wouldn't resist him.
"Hi." Blaine blushed, before frowning. "Wait! I'm supposed to be mad at you!" He tried to run off again.
"No, you're supposed to love me! I'm sorry for shooting you, but during laser tag, my loyalty lies with my team!" Kurt reasoned.
"But you love me way more than your laser tag team, right?" Blaine used his puppy dog eyes.
"Of course! I love you most!" Kurt giggled, peppering Blaine's face with kisses.
"Good." Blaine smiled, holding Kurt's hand as they ran to catch up with the group.
