barry.

Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.

Seeing Barry fully let loose made Blaine’s chest fill with warmth and his smile was unfadable as he watched the drunk character of his boyfriend for the first time.  And it was adorable.  Putting out the suggestion for a dance or three (he, actually, planned on making it more than a few just to space out the next set of drinks) was his means to keep Barry from getting falling over drunk. Hey!  Those were some long legs!  One of his favorite parts of Barry, sure, but the man truly had a set of legs that would put a giraffe’s to shame!  Even if Blaine was strong and he knew he could pick him up?  How awkward would not only they but adding in limp noodle arms to the mix be to keep under control?  When you’re standing at 5′8″ (on a good day with shoes on but no one had to know any different and Blaine would go to his grave claiming that was his true height if anyone asked) trying to tug along someone that clumsy and limbed?  It pretty much equated to a corgi trying attempting to use his teeth to tug a down-for-the-count great dane by the collar to wherever it’d be safe for him to pass out.  Mental image of that aside, shivers tingled up his spine at the kisses to the crook of his neck.  Weak spot, no fair!  And the negotiation was readily agreed to with several quick nods before a thick swallow and a smile brightened Blaine’s features.  Nose bumps?  Blaine melted.  Lead out onto the dancefloor–he said a prayer for his toes before pulling Barry close and starting to move to the music.  “I just want to let you know? You’re so cute right now, that it’s almost too cute.  It’s pretty unfair!”