tina.

^{Tina really needed to start locking her door so this doesn’t happen again. Though, as she watched Blaine stumble around her room, she couldn’t help giggling as she tightened her grip on the blanket. She was about to open her mouth to warn him about the door but he hit it before she could so she could only wince in sympathy. “Go wait downstairs, it will probably be safer for you. I’ll be down as soon as I can.” Once he was gone, she walked over to her door and closed it as she let out a sigh. Yes, she was definitely going to have to remember to use her door lock. Turning her attention to her closet, she grabbed a dress and tossed it on her bed before grabbing a pair of shoes to go along with it. Tina unwrapped the blanket and folded it before putting on the end of her bed where her dress wasn’t laying. It didn’t take her long to get dressed and to do her hair and make up. Letting out another sigh, she prepare herself to go downstairs and deal with Blaine.}

Blindly shambling out the door–Blaine waved over his shoulder to acknowledge her instructions while howling out another, “Sorry, Tina!  Downstairs!  Got it!”  Once out in the hall–Blaine deflated with a heavy sigh at the mental image of half naked Tina spinning around to stare at him in horror.  Good luck getting that image out of his memory.  No insult meant.  Tina was a beautiful woman in every way but–there are some things he doesn’t need to see of one of his best friends.  Blaine was getting a habit of seeing every single one when it came to her.  A rub to his eyes later–he nervously went downstairs. That might not’ve been the best option. Tina’s mother was doing her best to shove food at him and he couldn’t look her in the eye to save a puppy’s life.  As soon as he heard footsteps–he disengaged with Momma Cohen-Chang. Pumpkin cookie in one hand and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich–she had to have that done before he came downstairs–in the other, he thanked his hostess repeatedly and rushed off to meet Tina. “I’m so sorry.  I know!  I said it a million times but–.”  Eyebrows jerked up.  “Um–ever hear of locking the door,” he asked with a cheeky grin trying to make light of it or they were both going to get stuttery and weird, “Starting to think you don’t know how?”