It was impossible to hold back the building laughter that eventually spilled over, when Blaine returned with their drinks. It was his birthday, so Lip should have been the one buying drinks, but the opportunity was too good to miss out on. “Either that, or I take you to a restaurant and you can get a pie in the face and a really off key rendition of Happy Birthday in front of the entire restaurant.” Either or, Lip really wouldn’t have been happy. “Look, he’s checking you out.” Lip nodded, taking Blaine’s drink for good measure, and bringing it to his lips. “Looks like you might be getting dicked after all.” Or doing the dicking, Lip didn’t really know, but who didn’t deserve sex on their birthday, or at least a sloppy bathroom blowjob?
“But hey, before you ditch me for Romeo over there, I got you something. It’s not much but.” Lip reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, inside two tickets to Nothing But Thieves at Lincoln Hall in a week’s time. “Look, I know it’s no Adam Lambert, or Levine, or whoever it is you get hard for, but I think you’re gonna like them.” If Blaine didn’t know who they were, that was. And when music was as much of his life as it was, concerts seemed like a much better choice then something that would end up discarded in his closet in a few weeks. Shamelessly, he took another drink from Blaine’s, careful to observe the man behind the bar, though his focus undoubtedly shifted back to Blaine. “I had got you a box of donuts from Alliance but… I went for a shower and Frank decided to help himself. Tried to blame it on Liam before I pointed off the kid is yachting in the Tropics.” Which sounded a lot like an I owe you one. Jumping back to the envelope with a small nod, he finally spoke again, his tone rivaling the thumping music. “They have a song that kinda reminds me of you.”
“Yeah? I think I’ll take getting drunk with you any day before I get a pie thrown at me. Please warn me if that’s something you ever go through with? I want to make sure I’m not wearing a shirt I like.” A pie in the face? Depending on how out of key the singing was? Maybe the first option would have been the best part of their restaurant adventure if the bar wasn’t where they ended up. Blaine laughed at the mental image. Plus, it was a great way to shrug off having to humiliate himself with Lip’s drink of choice, how girly it made him sound, and the reaction the bartender gave him when he asked for two. “He is,” Blaine’s voice lifted as he turned his head and glanced at the bar. Sure enough, he got a very slimy wink and a lift of a chin that he thought might’ve been the bartender’s attempt at a ‘what’s up’ but came off as a cocky ‘hey baby’ in his head. Complete with the phantom smell of Axe body spray to top it off. The guy sounded like a walking rendition of it in his imagination. If he had any idea what Blaine was making him out to be with that look? His flirting might turn into swinging a punch.
“Yeah. No. I’m good. Don’t need any…,” his fingers formed air quotes around the word like he had to make sure the universe understood BLATANTLY clear wasn’t coming from him, “dick-ing from that guy.” His smile lingered, turning mystified when Lip mentioned he got him something. “I.. You didn’t have to–Levine–thank-you-very-much,” the clarification was added in so seamlessly Blaine didn’t miss a beat, “do that.” Looking into Lip’s eyes, he smiled and opened the envelope, thumbing up the tickets until he could read the band name. “That means you’re coming with me. Also. You have to show me their music beforehand. Thank you,” an arm fit itself around Lip’s shoulder right after he’d checked out the bartender again without Blaine noticing the second look back because he was too busy leaning in and.. Just like that! A smooch (platonic!) landed on Lip’s cheek before he released him. “I mean it! Thanks.” Oop. Then took his hand off Lip’s shoulder to lift his drink up. “To a birthday spent with a great friend and fruity drinks that, hopefully, don’t end up with a Lucky Charms repeat?”
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