tina.

^{Tina walked into the kitchen and did her best to not laugh at her mother trying to stuff Blaine with food. The woman always said he looked too skinny for all that singing and dancing. “Hey mom, you wanna let up on my best friend?” The older woman looked over at her. “Tina, sweetheart. Your friend needs to get more meat onto those bones of his or he won’t be getting much attention.” Tina rolled her eyes as she knew her mom meant well. “He gets more than enough attention as it is. Anymore and he may spontaneous combust.” Walking over to her best friend, she wrapped her arm around his and pulled him from the room. She let go off him only to smack him on the arm. “Ever hear of knocking? I’m starting to think you don’t know how.” Tina couldn’t help copying his words. “Alright, let’s get out of here before my mom decides to throw together a full meal for us to eat.” Walking towards the front door, she made sure that she had everything before leaving.}

Blaine only tucked his chin towards his collar to try and hide the chuckle that shook his shoulders as Tina’s mom decided to give advice about his eating habits jeopardizing any chance he get attention.   “Wait.  What did you just say, miss Cohen-Chang? Spontaneously combust?  I’m almost hurt!”  Feigning a horrified/pain gasp complete with fingers gripping his sweater above his heart–his gaze bounced from Tina to her mother but then he was being lead out of the kitchen by a standard Tina armlock tug.  “Pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Cohen-Chang!  Thanks for the sandwich!”  That he dropped on the floor with the arm smack. Pouting at the floor–Blaine reached back to scratch the nape of his neck and bowed down to pick it up. “Making that out to be my fault is completely unfair and now you ruined my to-go snack.  You’re lucky we have a schedule or I might just go right back in there,” his thumb jerked over his shoulder at the kitchen, “and ask her to make us lunch and while we’re eating? I’d love to see some baby pictures sometime?!”  Oh, you bet he said that last bit higher right before he snickered into his palm.  The loud ‘Oh?!’ from the kitchen went unanswered as he stood straight again and decided to do what was best for his welfare.  That’d be?  Running after then past Tina so he’d be able get her into the car first and their getaway could be made before they were stopped.