“Calm your sellf soft cheese cream. It’s FINE.” Her eyebrows lifted along with her confidence. “No need to thank the Berry queen. Just ignore her for the spicier, FUN version.” Santana smirked at the male as she dragged him upwards, handing over a full bottle of tequila. “Have fun, Anderson. Or else.” The last words were hardly audible as she twisted around, grinding her hips against Blaine’s once, slowly, so slowly, before sitting down. “Netflix is up. Pick something, bowtwerp.”
“Soft cheese cream,” he mumbled under his breath, “What is that even?” Santana’s smirk got one back from him and oopsie daisy! up he went. Bottle of tequila firmly in hand the challenge was initiated. Blaine could already feel his insides hating him for what he was about to do– Dead halt to his en route to the kitchen for another shot glass brought on by Santana’s hips meeting his. If it weren’t for his vice grip on the bottle it would have dropped to the floor. No that wasn’t a subtle discoloring on the tips of his fingers going shades lighter. Yes it was. “Oh. Ooh. Netflix,” he palmed the, did you just, gape of his mouth away and went three different directions in first steps until he grabbed the remote and carried it to the kitchen. What the hell was he doing? Starting a movie or getting a glass? He forgot. Glass! Glass first!
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