“I didn’t mean the ride, Kurt. I meant the movie,” Blaine grinned happily as his shoulder bounced off Kurt’s for the–. How many times? He lost count. A swayed step had him slinging his arm around his fiance’s shoulder for better footing. “Just call me Captain Jack Sparrow.” With a matter of fact nod backed up by an overly drunken imitation of the pirate’s eye narrowing game, Blaine broke into another peel of laughter and held up his hand. “Me? Bah! Only a little bit!” His thumb and forefinger pinched together about an inch apart to show the under-exaggeration of how much alcohol was flowing through his system. “See?”
( mssg » quinn | sent ) Ijust thinkg you should knwo that you are one of the firneds I am the most proud of. Quinn you are the real deall. ( mssg » quinn | sent ) Beautiful,, smart and determiend to get what you want. YToure so strong. I wish i Was as strong as you are. I want to let you knwo that Iw’ll always be rooting for you no matter waht.
[text: B. ♥] You should regret it, yes. [text: B. ♥] Come home, I’ll make you something to eat.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) that’s NWot very nice to say, rAch 😦 ( mssg » rachel | sent ) Ooo! Food!! Foodw oueld be a great idewa” ( mssg » rachel | sent ) so woudl stopping tpying.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I hope you’re so ready for the couch too. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I will get you banned at the Hallmark store, mark my words. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) No see, you did do shots. I’m pretty sure Santana didn’t dump the shots in your mouth, so it’s not Santana’s fault 100% ( mssg » blaine | sent ) 1000% dead serious. If I were a magic 8 ball you would be getting an answer like ‘Try again when you’re not in the dog house’ 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) WAit! I haev to sleep on the couchr!?! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) She dirnt but I the couch?@ Really? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) im in the dog house. GREat.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) can I shake the magic 8 ball one more time for a possiblyt different anwer? the first one was horrible.
ANONYMOUSLY PUT A NAME IN MY INBOX AND MY MUSE WILL DRUNKENLY TALK ABOUT THEM! @mcthingtwo (no i have no idea..none! xoxo!)
“You know who confuses me,” Blaine asked as his straw dipped up and down inside of his drink. The effort to move some ice cubes around looked to take a lot more concentration than it should. “Mason. That’s who. I mean the guy is a little weird,” he squinted and seemed to catch himself with a jut of his finger in the air, “Not a bad weird! A good weird. What exactly is his deal? He’s a Cheerio but he ‘hangs in there’ with his sister when the rest of them treat the pair like second class members they’d rather make fun of than have around. I get sticking to your guns and doing what you love–I preach it just as much as I believe in it but..I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that I think he’s so much better than having to tolerate that..it does get to a person even if they try to pretend it doesn’t. Trust me, I know–have you seen his sister? I think she’d choke anyone who looked at him twice. Sort of makes you wonder how tight of a hold she’s got on him. One of the rumors going around was that they were dating? What? Nah. Anyway. He’s very sweet and I hope he finds his own way and he’s happy. He deserves that.” Surveying their immediate area, he leans way in and drops his voice to a whisper. “Plus.. Don’t tell anyone I said this, please? But have you noticed how beautiful he is? Wow. And it’s time for me to shut up now.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I really need to get you home… ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Those actually exist? Technically I can stop you, it’s called stealing the punch card. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) How about next time you take no shots and have no regrets. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) After tonight, you better.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) yerah! I’am so ready to be hoem with you ( mssg » kurt | sent ) That woudlkn’t dtop me honey I would just have to get more cards to get a free one!! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) no shots and no regrets but this is SAntanas fautl! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) hey kurt were you serious about nO making out? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Not even a littel bit?
Santana just watched in amusement as Blaine tried to down the liquor straight. It was fairly obvious that being a Warbler didn’t come with too many drinking lessons. Where as with Puck for a friend, && the Cheerios as a team, Santana had plenty of practice. Hopefully the poor boy wouldn’t try to keep up with her. Then again nothing would be more amusing than a wasted Blaine Anderson trying to pretend he’s fully functioning. While he tried to speak, the female fought back laughter. The way he winced && choked between words from a simple two chugs, was nothing short of hilarious. “Of course. If you ever think I’m cheap, it’s because you’re looking at Rachel’s extensions in the bathroom. Not mine.” Her lips curled upwards in a confident grin as she took the bottle back. Warmth emanated from her chest as she took the two gulps down easily. The burn only lasted a moment, so she tried not to make as big of a deal out of it as Blaine did. Without hesitation, she handed the bottle back, watching him expectantly to try going on. “I’m a little worried. What if I want to light a candle? Do you think the insane amount of hair gel in your hair mixed with the alcohol in your system will make you EXTRA flammable? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you rubbed one out tonight && became the next fashion nightmare of elm street.”
Blaine was a little too concentrated on not drooling from the fire in his mouth to really mask the lopsided grin that appeared when Santana went off on her comparison between cheap and Rachel’s hair extensions. Seriously? Where did she come up with this stuff? He watched her take the gulps like a pro and give no outward sign of the nasty taste. Impressive. But that meant she probably burned enough tastebuds off to achieve that level of pro and he’d gladly keep the ones he had that held him back. Taking back the bottle with a nod of thanks–Blaine stopped in his tracks when the Bag of Witty Insults was tossed in his direction. Aw. Ones like this? Were Santana’s way of saying I love you and you know what? The feeling was mutual. Not taking it to heart–Blaine shrugged and hovered the neck of the bottle by his lips so he could give her a lift of his brows. “Okay–Santana,” he hummed and gave her a cock-eyed smirk, “First? Did you really have to use the phrase rub one out?” He put quotation marks around that one with one hand. “Second? Then just don’t light a candle to be on the safe side. If I go down? I’m taking you with me. Human Torch style.” And down went two more gulps as those tastebuds he swore he was keeping earlier screamed in protest–just a little quieter this time.
Puck chuckled. “That’s true, although I’m certainly no saint. I’ve done some bad things. Sure they were badass, but they were still bad.” He wasn’t entirely sure why he was admitting this to Blaine. He was almost positive Kurt had told Blaine about all of the things he had done, good or bad. “Uh, yeah, of course, dude!” He rarely felt threatened by others. The only reason he would feel threatened by the other male was if he thought Blaine was lying about telling people about what had happened earlier that night. Luckily, he believed Blaine so for now, Puck had nothing to worry about.
“We all have. I’m not sure if I can say all of mine were,” he held up his fingers in a wobbly set of quotation marks and gave Puck a lopsided grin, “badass. But?” His hands dropped heavily back into his lap before he curled further into the crease between the back and the side of the couch snuggling his head in for the long haul. Helped to keep the room from threatening to spin too. “As long as we learn from the ones that weren’t so cool and were actually real mistakes? That’s what matters–yeah?” Hazel eyes lingered on Puck and the silence between them said Blaine was thinking. About what? Nothing that looked as though it’d see the light of day. Because segwaying into a topic this light didn’t require that much thought. “I had way too much fun tonight. Could I–um–bother you for water? Probably a good idea if you have some, too.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) …Nothing, nevermind, it was nothing. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Blaine. You don’t have to get me a card. Besides, i’m pretty sure that you would literally have to have one printed out to have it that customized, especially the part about our names. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) What’s 4..? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I love you too, I hope you know that. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You have no idea how much I do 😛 But I always will.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) sitll soi so lost. I will never midn! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You can’t dstop me! I have a frequent shiopper punch card at Hallmark. not Afraid to lose it! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) *use it ( mssg » kurt | sent ) 4 is how many shots it takes to where you onlyt taste regrett ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Aww. thank tyou Kurt I’ll alwaysp ut up with you too.
So far it seemed like the two of them were both stumbling over their words, and given their situation it wasn’t all that surprising. Granted, the speedster had also agreed to doing this– although it still didn’t stop him from feeling nervous about it nevertheless. When he had finally spotted Blaine, and settled next to him. His first thought was that this guy was rather cute, and the bowtie thing just added to it in a way. While alcohol might not have any affect on him, that didn’t mean Barry wouldn’t mind a taste. “Sure, a drink sounds good,” he replied with a grin. Although if the other ended up getting drunk, there’s no way Barry would go further than talking though. He’s not an ass. “I could start out asking if you come here often, but that sounds corny, and a pretty bad pick up line,” he lightly joked. Barry ordered a drink for himself, getting it a few moments later, and took a sip. His eyes looking Blaine over, he had tried to do is discreetly, although he got the feeling that the other might have taken notice of it. “I… have to admit I was kind of worried coming here,” he supplied as he chuckled lightly. “This is my first time doing something like this,and you can probably tell.” Barry uttered, rubbing the back of his head a little, and messing with his own hair. The speedster continued to smile, although a little more subtle. “But— kind of glad I came here actually.”
“Great. Great. A drink would be,” he repeated the word again but catching himself using great a third time midway through made the less than a second it took to finish it feel like a small eternity wrapped up in the ‘t’ sound of–, “great!” Oh boy. Blaine palmed over his mouth quickly jerked a kid-caught-with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar smile in place after Barry managed to save himself from his own blunder by easing into a joke. Why couldn’t he have done that?! –You’ve got to be kidding me. Am I that bad at this? Don’t answer. And stop talking to yourself!– “Bad pick up lines are the best. You have to admit the cheesier they are? The better. Especially those ‘fell from heaven’ ones? Golden,” he grinned curiously as the other seemed to watch him more closely. Barry might be thinking he noticed–and he did–but not in the way most people would connect two and two together. Give him a check out? He’s suddenly sitting there wondering if he was going to–or did–blow this even harder than he thought. Then–suddenly–he notices the nervous way Barry’s rubbing his neck and messing with his hair. Holy crap? Barry was as nervous as he was? Was it horrible that he felt relieved and even began to talk easier? “It’s my first time, too,” he admitted lowly. “I think I only had the nerve to do it because I was genuinely curious if you knew it was there. And–and I,” he changed the route of what he was about to say and jumped to–. “I’m glad you did, too.” His drink was mostly ice but tasted he drank it anyway. “What do you do, Barry? You know–other than aspiring bathroom graffiti artist?” Oh! A joke! See? Maybe be could do this!
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