“Warblubber, I need you.” Santana’s voice echoed down to her target as her eyes followed. They trailed up his body with a slow pace. Just so she could soak in what she had. “I’m two drinks in, thinking about people I SHOULDN’T be thinking about, but I refuse to pass out so soon. Accompany me?” Though the notion was sweet, it was clear her kindness was mainly from the liquid courage. Without it, she’d add a few more snide comments for her wall.
Warblubbler? That one was new. Santana must be oh about–yep. He was right Two drinks in. That’s when her creativity for insults usually amped up a notch from deadly if she wanted to–well–sort of adorably nonsensical yet charmingly sweet. Although confusing on how she managed to think them up on the first place. Blaine watched as she slowly trailed her gaze up his body and arched both brows when their eyes met. She had him at ‘accompany me’. Rolling his eyes and puffing out a laugh–Blaine plopped down beside her and nudged a navy blue and gray flannel covered leg against hers. “Such a proper invitation. How can I say no? So! What are we having?”
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