carson.

Blaine’s hand settled over his and Carson’s heart skipped a beat as it was moved, before their arms linked together. He laughed, smiling as he was pulled along. Twice Blaine was almost called to dance, but Blaine kept beside him.

Carson was giddy, his face flushed, and a warm, hazy feeling washed over him. He hadn’t felt so light, so free… in longer than he could rightly recall.

Blaine asked him if he was enjoying his New Year’s Eve as they reached the bar, and Carson smiled brightly, nodding. “I am,” he agreed. “Best night…” he waved a hand vaguely, before continuing. “Well, ever!” he chuckled, shaking his head a bit, ginger locks falling in his face before he reached up to push them back.

Carson followed Blaine’s lead and leaned against the counter… perhaps a bit closer than needed, but hey! His inhibitions and usual shyness were a bit dulled at the moment. He watched as Blaine tapped his foot with amusement. He never seemed to stop moving, did he?

Carson thought it was really cute.

Once he was addressed, he glanced up, tilting his head curiously. Creepy? Blaine looked up at him, and Carson’s heart skipped a beat, those long dark lashes and full lips drawing his complete attention. He swallowed, willing away the bright flush to his cheeks he was sure could at least be partially explained away be his pale complexion and alcohol.

Hearing Blaine say he needed to dance wasn’t surprising, but Carson was- for a moment- a bit saddened that his time beside the man was drawing to a close. But then…

Carson’s eyebrows flew up in surprise as he was invited to come along… to dance. “Me?” he nearly squeaked, before laughing, a shy blush crossing his face. “Umm… sure?” He wiggled a bit in his spot, sheepish. “I, um… have never danced, though…” he admitted, before realizing that sounded almost like an excuse to dip out. “But I would still like to! If- if that’s okay, I mean.”

A cheeky grin greeted the blush that–sorry, Carson–couldn’t just be due to too much alcohol and pale skin.  In a beat or two of the song and realizing that Carson was blushing because of him–they both had matching dustings of red over their face.  Having company in the going red department seemed to give Blaine the confidence in reassurance that he needed to take hold of Carson’s wrist and thumb towards the dancefloor.

Was it that surprising that Blaine invited him to dance?  Apparently so.  Both of his eyebrows crept up and Blaine’s head tilted to top off the confused puppy stare.

“Yes.  You,” he blinked a couple of times to get the stupefied look off.   “Grab your drink and let’s get your feet moving.  It’s NEW YEAR’S.  Everyone dances at least once.  That includes you.” Laughter bubbled out of him as he scooped up his glass with the unoccupied hand.  That was that!

Off they went with Blaine taking the lead through the partiers blocking their way.

Blaine searched for a clear spot.  The effort putting them within a few feet from Rachel and a few more of his friends.  She gave the pair an expectant look that turned confused when Blaine stopped without quite reaching her.  He didn’t seem to even notice she was waiting for them to begin with.  Her smirk at being snubbed went unnoticed too.

They’d catch up to them later. After they danced to–what was playing? Black Eyed Peas announced that they had a feeling tonight was going to be a good, good night.

Who was he to argue against Fergie and Will.i.am?

Carson’s wrist slid from his hand and Blaine gripped his drink with his fingertips trying to keep it from splashing over the sides of the glass with a rather big gulp that made his whole face crumple, eyelashes flutter and lips pucker but put the liquor in the Safe Zone.  Good deal! Dancing time!  His feet were already moving and now the rest of his body began to catch up after a bounce bounce, hand wave of encouragement between his and Carson’s chests to his new dance partner.