” Someone at the bar keeps lookin’ at us dancing. ” It was an innocent comment whispered to his sister as they danced around together. Mason was maybe a drink or two in– confident enough to get his flirt on with the cutie pie who kept staring at him. Madison nodded to him and Mason just grinned and moved over to the stranger to clear his throat.
“ I see you staring at me. I see where you want to be, ” Mason said, moving to grab the other’s hand– or at least offer it to the guy at the bar. Oh god, I’m touching hands with someone seriously beautiful.
Mason’s liquid courage must’ve been in the water about two scotch and ices ago. Blaine watching him from his spot at the bar would never have lasted as long as it did if he wasn’t feeling the warmth of alcohol in his belly and flowing through his veins to make him less self-conscious that he might be caught staring. He was gorgeous but Blaine couldn’t tell if he was taken. Or out with a friend? Sister maybe? They sort of resembled one another. There was hope in the fact he wasn’t being some kind of creeper slash hopeful homewrecker when the guy started towards him.
Blaine felt his face heat up. This could go two ways. With him being told to ‘stop staring’ or–. A hand slid into his and what he heard was the most quizzical thing ever. Curiosity twinkled to life in hazel eyes–his smile was tugged more towards one corner as he slowly stood up from his chair. “I–Yeah. I was. So much for lying that away and trying to seem less stalkerish. But–where do you think I want to be? I’m curious..”
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