barry.

The goal had been to just be tipsy, but not flat out drunk. Clearly the time that’s gone by since the last time he actually got drunk had some effect in a way. For now, Barry was a light weight. Should have seen that one coming. Well, it would certainly be a learning experience for the both of them. Barry’s leaning on the shorter, not too much, even in his muddled state he was aware they’d probably topple over if he did– given his height. He looked so proud at the comment, and that Blaine agreed with him; “I am super creative,  well,” he said the rest in a hush tone, which really wasn’t all that quiet. “That’s not all of me that’s is super–” he handed the drink over to Blaine for him to try, while leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek. “Yup, lots of fun!” an idea popped into his head, so to speak. He nudged the other, with that big grin still on his face, “I should get more shots!” He was giddy, happy, energetic, and someone needed to stop this boy before he ends up tripping over his own feet, and breaking something. Probably himself. Or poor unsuspecting furniture. 

Oh my god.  This was so adorable that Blaine could feel himself getting a cavity from the sweetness of watching his boyfriend get increasingly excited, happy and goofily drunk.  His eyes flared wide at Barry’s afterthought and he had to palm a laugh to keep from outright bursting into a fit of it.  Blaine made sure to take an extra long taste of the drink.  Draining nearly half of it to slow Barry down.  But he had to be careful.  The taller of the pair wasn’t the only lightweight out of the bunch.  Yeah–he’d grown up some.  It took more than one beer to get him drunk like it did when he was a teenager.  He still had his limits a lot sooner than most.  Blinking as Barry about darted off after the peck to his cheek–Blaine caught him by the elbow gently and nudged him towards the dancefloor instead.  “How about you and I have a dance or two first?  You can even step on my toes and I won’t hold it against you this time.  Then we’ll stop by the bar again.”  For water but–hey–he’d get to that later.  After he got a few dances out of his super everything boyfriend.  “Come on.  You can show me your moves and I might even toss a kiss or ten your way for your troubles,” he bribed with a grin and wiggle of his brows.