hunter.

Hunter wasn’t one to comfort people hands on. He didn’t usually try to help at any capacity. Still, with Blaine he wanted to put his best foot forward. Maybe at one point it was to get a good word in with the rest of the Warblers, but now it was so much more. “That sounds — DISGUSTING.” another short laugh followed his statement. Both arms pulled back after that, but he still remained close. He had to be close to Blaine because honestly, he was a bit tipsy && the idea of being near him brought a new kind of warmth to his chest. “Well, pride is my specialty. Of course. Just be careful next time.” without another thought, he returned to his drink, hoping the prior incident wouldn’t dampen the mood of their time together.

“You have no idea how gross it was.  I swear after the first layer of the weakest tastebuds were numbed away?  It should have gotten better,” Blaine cringed with cinched teeth and a scrunch of his nose, “but it didn’t.  Still?  After a while of drinking it?  I don’t think I noticed anymore.  Not until the next day anyway.” God, the hangover from Rachel’s smorgasbord of everything in the liquor cabinet Puck could steal was the reason why Blaine preferred to stick to wine or beer since. The whiskey might’ve given him a flashback to the morning where he begged for Kurt to shut off the sun and poor Kurt having to deal with him barely wanting to move if it hadn’t been over a year since that party and he had some time for his body to partially forget that agony. Sitting close to Hunter–Blaine let his head fall to rest against the back of the couch waiting a minute or two before he took the next sip.  Huffing at Hunter’s comment about being careful–the Warbler rolled his eyes and smiled from ear to ear.  “I’ll try.  Thank you for your concern.  You don’t have to wait for me.  I’ll try to catch up.”