“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!
“ Oh BLAINE. I didn’t for once, drink EVERYTHING. I only had two shots. You aren’t too late. Plus I ordered weird wedding orderves. Like cheese on crackers and crab something. I don’t know. I used Rachels credit card. ” Her eyebrows raised as she gave her signature, I did nothing wrong, shrug. “ She offered it for my christmas gift for you. I was only KIND OF late.”
“Oh SANTANA. Uuh– You did what with her credit card,” he froze mid-cheese and cracker to give her a, I know that shrug and I’m not buying it, stare topped with forehead high eyebrows of, I’m suspicious as hell but this cheese plate is so good I’m willing to accept what you’re telling me until Rachel explodes all over us then I’m becoming Batman and melting into the shadows while you deal with her wrath if you’re lying, quirk of lips/shrug combo. “Happy Christmas to us then? Remind me to tell her thanks.” “I’ll grab some soda, put in the movie and we’re set. So? Comedy, musical or drama? None of that horror movie business you suggested last time. Hostel wasn’t my idea of how to spend a night without wanting to throw up. No thanks this go-round.”
“ Ken doll! You came– come over here. Sit and cuddle up. I’ll let you choose a movie to put on until we get too drunk to sit still and have a dance party. ”
“Ken doll.. Okay. I’ve heard worse out of you so I’ll take it. I’m all for drunken cuddle moving watching until one of us, usually me, breaks out into dance but first things first? Did you leave anything in the bottle for me this time? Or do I need to grab round one for me and two for you on my way in?”
No more perfect of a time for sitting up watching the sky than during one of the year’s best lightning storms. The thunder was so loud that it shook the window each time it rolled across the sky. Electricity was in the air. His view from a chair he dragged to the window was perfect. Nothing could top it off better than some hot chocolate and a blanket. Deciding to go in search for both, Blaine stood and wandered into the kitchen starting a teapot humming as he switched the stove on and took a step back. Mug. Packets of Swiss Miss. Marshmallows. Done!
He didn’t notice Santana until he was standing behind the couch where he left the throw blanket his mom sent him for Christmas. When he did? He blinked in amazement and concern. She was a wreck. A bottle of liquor hung from her hand and he was pretty sure her hair was in every angle mathematically possible. “Santana,” he whispered staring at the half-empty bottle. “Are you okay?” Stupid question. She was downing the liquor like water, looked like she wanted to crawl under the sofa and never come out and, –wow–, her breath smelled flammable. “First things first? Time to say goodbye to Uncle Daniels,” he sang down at her and gingerly took the bottle. A nudge of his knee told her to lift her calves so he could plop heavily down beside her after a short jump over the arm of the couch. Blaine settled in, wrapped his arms around her legs and let them back down to rest on his lap. He sniffed the bottle and stuck his tongue out at the smell, nose pinched up. “Call me Captain Obvious but I’m guessing you hate storms. Want some company?” Didn’t hurt to ask but he was already giving her calves a comforting rub trying to get her mind off the thunder and the bottle he sneakily sat on the coffee table.
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