“You totally are my best friend too, Blainey. Like the bestest of best friends EVER. My bestest BFF” Sam’s words might be slurred due to the amount of alcohol but he meant every word of what he said. He grinned slightly as he leaned into Blaine’s personal space to nudge him with a shoulder. “Like I’d let everybody do bodyshots with me.. only you and that’s saying something.”
Blaine should have cut himself off half a drink ago. Or more. But when everyone around you is downing whatever this was that looked like blueberries but smelled like turpentine and you’re too caught up in the moment to hit the breaks. Confessing his adoration for Sam’s friendship had him hanging on whatever the blond would say back. Maybe a little too hopeful and hell bent on liquid courage..here is where he finds himself. Arm slung over Sam’s shoulders and blinking at his best friend’s reaction. Body shots? Lips puckered, cheeks dusted pink, his heart raced to catch up to a few skipped beats. “Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, “Body shots. Me too.. Definitely.” You know? Platonic body shots. Those are a thing. Right? Totally a thing.
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