Santana watched him as he scanned the room. He looked to be contemplating, or something. So she wanted to know the extent he’d go to. How much would he question her before listening && pushing his concerns to the back of his mind? That was a question she asked herself all too often. His compliance made her grin, && once he was sat her body shifted his way. “Nice stuff.” She cooed, picking up the bottle of vodka while nodding at the soda water on the table. “Vodka soda, it’s very nice. So are you. Very nice. In a gross way.” she added, though her body nestled beside him to get a sense of absent minded comfort.
Santana settling in beside him made Blaine smile. She was always so warm and soft when she got like this. Of course he gently wrapped one arm around her and settled in for the long haul. It wasn’t the first time they’ve done this and it wouldn’t be the last. Not with Santana’s panache for Friday night vodka and his always seeming to be there to keep her entertained. Or to offer up a snuggle if she needed one. Hey–this version of getting drunk Santana (to put it lightly and kindly as possible) was much better than the one he met years ago in Rachel’s basement. Why not enjoy her company and have a drink to two? “Vodka. Should’ve guessed. Is this the same stuff as last time because I didn’t get a hangover off that. A good sign we’re moving up in the world, huh?” He joked wiggling forward just far enough to grab the glass. Hovering it just under his nose, he took a sniff like he’d be able to tell the difference if he did.
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