Santana enjoyed teasing Blaine probably more than anyone else. His rebuttals && offended expressions were pure gold. If reactions were currency, Blaine would be a millionaire. The small jabs at his fashion or perky personality never seemed to bring him down. That was something Santana valued in a person. Thick skin. If you can stand up && take the blows, while still understanding that they mean no harm — you’re officially worthy of the Lopez’s presence. Blaine was one of the few who could prove time && time again, that he was beyond worthy. It wasn’t just the same old game with him. It was pure, almost ecstatic, FUN. “Why? Does it make you uncomfortable? Are you really that unacquainted with your disco stick?” Her lips pulled into a confident grin as she threw the joke in his face. She really was having a good time. A nice comparison to some of the harder days she’d experienced these past few weeks. Santana’s cheerful laugh followed his expression when drinking the straight alcohol. Maybe she was a little tipsy already, but that was just making tonight all the more fun. “Knew you always had the hots for me, Anderson.” she teased with a smirk, slender fingers gripping the bottle to snatch it back. She did always had to have the last word after all.
Laughter, beyond buzzed and maybeDEFINITELY heading towards a little bit drunk, bubbled out of him and blended with Santana’s a heck of a lot better than the taste of liquor from the bottle was blending with his now non-existent tastebuds. Only the weak ones die, right? Hopefully. Of course the chuckles happened after dropping his jaw and steepling his fingers against his chest in a mock expression of utter offense and hurt.
“What if it did? Would you take it back? Probably not. For the record? NO. I’m not offended by it. I’m just more dignified than a man who would use such a term. A gentleman would do no such thing,” he even tried to prove it by huffing indignantly with an upwards lift of his nose. “Or at least we have better phrases for it when we do.” His hand chased after the bottle when she pulled it away. So much for gentlemanly composure when you’re grabby handing at a bottle of vodka. Or was that rum? He forgot. Gasping, Blaine gave her an owlish blink and then bent forward with a shove of his elbow against the back of the couch. “How’d you figure it out? And, let’s be honest and blame it on the alcohol. You’ve always had the hots for me too, Lopez.” A scoff twitched his shoulders up as he waited for the bottle to come his way again and stole the time without it to taunt her just as hard back. “Alas! If my memory serves me right? It can never be. What a cruel life we live..,” his shoulders sagged and he feigned a pout of utter disappointment as he sank back still vodka-less. Double bummer.
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