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Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.

Blaine couldn’t help himself from squirming underneath the nuzzle against his neck.  Barry was drunk and he was two steps into buzzed and that feeling that ran goosebumps along the line of his throat closest to Barry’s mouth was too much to keep him perfectly still.  Laughing, he rolled his eyes towards the dark ceiling and tried his best to stop himself from an all out giggle fit. Because the only other reaction he could have to the light as air pecks that followed Barry’s moment of cute was going to be completely inappropriate for the state his boyfriend was in. “Twenty?  I think I can do twenty.  Do you require them paid back all at once?  Or can I pace myself,” he laced his his fingers with a set of long, expectant ones insisting they were taken. Then with a sway, he was being drug out onto the dancefloor and he watched in wonder that Barry was managing to take the lead through the crowd.  Oh, God.  Awkward giraffe barely covered how his limbs moved but Blaine had an ear to ear grin that said he loved seeing Barry so loose and carefree enough to stagger them right to where he wanted.  Coming in close, he lifted both their hands up and pressed a kiss to Barry’s knuckles and rested the other against a slender hip to draw him close enough that when he started moving Barry could match him. “Did that one count?”  Another kiss lingered on the tip of Barry’s middle and pointer fingers.  “How about that one?  Or am I still at square one?”