lip.

          “Yeah.” Lip laughed, nudging against Blaine’s shoulder as if he was the one acting like an idiot. “Don’t blame you, that guy. He looks like a Chad, probably has a Chinese symbol for ‘joy’ 

tramp stamped on his back, and a bird wrist tatt, and’uh,  had a Prince Albert for a few years until an ex got it stuck in their teeth.”   Lip of course, had absolutely no idea if he was right about any of it, but his profiling could be pretty on point sometimes. And if anything, Blaine would at least get a chuckle out of it. He was far from the full package, especially for the other’s natural pedigree, but he could hold his own and 98% of the time his ladies weren’t disappointed in his performance.And yeah, he’d never so much as thought of being with a dude before, even when he found Ian’s stash of porn, even when Ian tried to convince him he couldn’t know unless he’d been with one. But how hard could it be? He knew what felt good, and Blaine already looked at him as if he walked on water half the fucking time. It’d probably be a total wet dream, even if Blaine wasn’t into him. Fuck, the joint was hitting him harder than he thought, but that was probably his bad for how much shatter he’d slipped in. Still the thought of him and Blaine had actually entered his mind and it took him a few seconds to even register what that mean… If anything. He was being an idiot.  Jesus. Slightly dazed, Lip shook his head clearing the image away.”Pie in your face though? I was joking. It’s the last thing you need smeared all over your face,” Because that few seconds had kind of tipped the scale into the mental image, and… Good god, was he that fucking desperate right now? Sierra and him had just… 

          “Yeah’no, it’s fine.” Lip laughed, brushing off how ridiculously animated Blaine seemed to get, acting like he’d just gotten him something far more sentimental or important. The mystified eyes caused his brows to curl, trying to decode what he was actually thinking. “Hey’uh whoever you want. Figured getting you one was a dick move.” He teased, bringing the glass back up to his lips, careful to not poke his eye on the tiki umbrella. The glass was pulled back just in time for Blaine’s arm to press around his shoulder and … His lips? To meet with his cheek. That he didn’t imagine and it hadn’t happened before and now… Well, he hadn’t imagined it. It took a second and a half for his expression to shift back down, the small bit of stun wearing off as he turned, eyes finding Blaine’s. “Yeah, no prob.” He shrugged, following the toast’s direction back to the bartender. Blaine was playing dirty. Raising his glass, he nodded, gaze weighted with something that hadn’t been there moments before and sardonically toasting over to the appointed Chad. The shiteating grin didn’t falter as his eyes moved back to Blaine, “yeah no, we’re keeping you away from Lucky. You’re woke to his pot’a gold of lies now, alright? Hey, drink up, Carrie.” (Wait, it was on the beach, not the city. Whatever, he doubted Blaine needed the magnifying glass to see his reach. ”This place is lame. I’m not gonna let you ring in your birthday surrounded by a bunch’a pricks. Might as well give you a real South Side birthday. None’a this Facebook shit.”

Wow!  Lip really managed to paint poor ‘Chad’ in one heck of a light.  Blaine, of course, stole the opportunity to give him one of his cheekiest grins yet.  A sure sign something was brewing in his head to toss at the other.  Right before it was blurted out in a taunt that had Blaine lightly tapping the side of his foot with the edge of his shoe to get his attention then toss it towards good ol’ Chad behind the bar with a tick of his chin in Chad’s direction.  “Seems like you know him.  Is he an ex of someone you know?  Or…  Yours?  Is there something you’re not telling me, Lip?”  See? Blaine could dish out the picking on just as bad and maybe unfairly as Lip could.  Especially with a drink in him already before they left the house and and now three or four sips into another.  Lightweight always.  But at least he was a cheap date!  Lips still open from his goading smile, hazel eyes sparkled mischievously.  “What should I have smeared all over my face…?  In your expert opinion?”  God bless him when he could be Mister Oblivious.  Not connecting where Lips mind wandered off to, to himself because..Lip never would think that..Blaine simply took another sip of his drink, chased the taste off his lips with a sweep of his tongue and then burst out laughing when Chad turned around and a hint of some kind of tramp stamp was at the small of his back. 

“You’re coming with me.  And no present is a dick move.  Regardless of one or two tickets.  Though it would’ve been a little awkward to go alone.  Might’ve had to drag you with me anyway.”  Lip was off the hook from his derpish question within a couple beats of a very gay club remix of a Sam Smith song that shouldn’t even exist.  “S’not like I’m going to burn the place down if Chad magically ends up cutting us off if you keep staring back at him like that.  Not that psycho.”  Different Carrie and holy crap what a great time to point out a teeny, maybe Blaine wasn’t so oblivious sort of thought made loose lipped thanks to strong alcohol putting a hole in the filter between his thoughts and his mouth.  “Hey!  Okay!  Where are we going next,” perking up–Blaine sucked the last three sips down in one non-ending string of pulls from his straw until the ice clinked against the sides of the glass.  All gone!  Round two here?  Or round two elsewhere?  “This place sort of smells weird anyway,” his nose scrunched and a hand batted some air back and forth under the tip of his nose.  “Maybe it’s all the cologne, sweat and liquor but..is it just me or..does it really just start to burn your nose hairs after a while?”  WHAT?  Welcome to Blaine’s Scattered Brain.  Probably a blessing considering this strange circle that the two of them were slowly starting to dance around a certain…well…nothing major.  “Are we going to that Alibi place again?  The one where the guy the size of a refrigerator works at?  They’re hilarious..”  They’d have a better night there than spending it with Chad and strangers, anyway.