“Okay but is she checking you out or me?”

wedding crasher addict (part one)

I don’t want to look.  That’s the whole point of me STARING at the band, Sam.

As a matter of fact?  Blaine had been going out of his way for the past ten minutes to not look or even turn his head in the general direction of the woman Sam was so curiously asking about.  Until, you know, his avoidance slipped and hazel eyes darted in her direction.  She was waiting for him like a shark.  Her smirk over the rim of his glass said one thing and one thing only.  You know.  When paired with the way she lifted her finger and pointed towards Sam, then him and slowly curled her finger in towards herself.  That brow lift to top it all off made Blaine’s insides shudder.  We’re talking from head to toe.  Not in the good way either.

“Sam?  Not sure how to explain this other than yes.  As in.  I think she’s checking us both out.  Did you not see that?  That’s the third time…”  Once in response to his polite smile when she caught his eye.  Another time when he’d glanced in her direction because she put herself in between his line of vision and the band and he caught sight of her again without purposefully seeking her out.  Third time?  As in now?  She probably thought he was interested.  “Please tell me you noticed that time.  Or am I making that up in my head?  Maybe she wants me to get your attention and send you over there?”  That could be it?!  Maybe?  Possibly?  If there is a God?  It was..  Someone needed her free liquor supply cut off sooner rather than later.