Santana STARED as he went by. Of course he wanted a glass, or escape. She watched tentatively. Yet nothing went forward. How irritating for him to keep her WAITING. Those dark hues watched until he came back around. He had his glass, and the bottle, what more did he want? “Grab your glass, Netflix & Chill, then come sit down and drink with me. BRING the bottle with.” Her last sentence rang out as she twirled her empty cup in front of his gaze.
Five seconds to find his bearings after they were thrown off a la Santana Lopez playing dirty. Blaine stared at the soda bottle sitting in the fridge mocking him because where it got to sit in there cool as a cucumber? He was anything but. How’d it get so hot in here? This He was ridiculous. Bottles hooked under his arm, shot glass in one hand and remote in the other, Blaine appeared back in the room. Totally put back together after realizing his ridiculousness hit rock bottom when he was jealous over a soda bottle’s luck. “I’m chill. You chill. Miss Devil Stare of Death. What’d I do?” Setting everything down and freeing his hands up he bounced down beside her and bent forward. Hers and his shot glasses were filled to the brim with a not so steady hand. “One for you, one for me.. Bottom’s up.” Here they go!
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