tina.

^{Tina blinked as the words were coming faster than she could process them. It took her a few moments before she could respond to Blaine. Of all of the things he could ask of her, this wasn’t what she was expecting nor was it as bad as what she was imagining. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she looked him directly in the eye. “First, remember to take a breath or two or ten. You’re just as bad as Rachel when it comes to giving a lot of information in one breath. Second…..,” Tina drew it out to build suspense, “second of all, I will go with you and spend the night at your place.” It actually sounded like fun and it had been awhile since they had done something that was just the two of them and for fun. All of the New Directions drama was wearing out its welcome, so she thought that it would be just what she needed. Tina smirked then messed up Blaine’s hair a bit. “That’s for not asking me first. Try to remember that in the future.” Moving away from him, she finished up gathering what she needed to take home with her.}

Blaine’s eyebrows crept impossibly higher and higher as he stood–leaning into Tina’s hand and waiting for her response.  Yes, he knew he could talk as bad as Rachel when he was excited or put on the spot.  Hey!  The narrow eyed Tina glare would do that to anyone with a sense of self-preservation and he was excited.  Perfect storm?  A bounce on his heels was the inevitable outcome of her agreeing to go.  “Hey-hey!  Not that!”  As was the buckling at the waist and waving off her hand from his ‘do after she messed it up.  Well.  Great thing about gel.  Toss some water in there?  Completely fixable.  But now his bangs were dangerously close to his eyes and he was forced into a fight to get them back that–without some H20?  Blaine Devon Anderson was going to lose that war.  Long fingers continued to tug and toy with the dark, misbehaving strands as he leaned around the locker door and looked right at her profile.  “It’s going to make things like surprise birthday parties and Christmas very difficult if I’m not allowed to throw spur of the moment things on you,” shoulders rose in a drawn out/dramatic shrug, “But if that’s what you demand?  So be it.  We’re still going to see the show so, technically, I still win.”