carson.
Carson still couldn’t believe someone had actually invited him to a party. One of the students he tutored at the library found out he had no plans for New Year’s Eve, and had insisted he attend. It was actually the first party he’d ever been invited to… Then again, this was the first place he’d lived where everyone didn’t know he was a sad little orphan boy raised by the church, so he supposed it made a bit more sense.
However… when he saw him there… the boy with the amazing voice he’d seen perform on the streets in front of the library…
He knew he was doomed. He’d already had several drinks pushed on him, and having never been one to drink more than half a glass of wine over dinner, he was easily susceptible to his stupid crush. He didn’t even know the boy’s name, or anything about him, really.
All he knew was that he was beautiful, and his singing? Took Carson’s breath away. Despite having been with a group of other talented people, Carson hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him the whole time. Carson was never one to “make a move”, so he’d just stood there by the doorway of the library, admiring from afar.
Now though… Now he had alcohol in his system, numbing his nerves and pushing him to go right up, and-
“Hi, I’m Carson,” he greeted with a little smile, drink still in hand. “I um, I’ve heard you sing before. Y-you’re… you’re beautiful,” he said, cheeks tinted slightly before his eyes widened. “You’re singing, I mean! I, uh…” Smooth, Carson. Smooth.
Blaine was having the time of his life. After breaking out into another impromptu performance in front of the library to kick off the night. He rode the high of performing all the way to the GREATEST PARTY EVER. Drink in hand and ear to ear grin, Blaine danced from friend to friend stopping beside one Santana Lopez to bump booties before boogying down the line. Rachel next. A buzz this strong? No one was exempt of booty bumps. NO ONE.
Coming to a stumbling stop when he realized he was alone, Blaine rubbed the back of his neck as he spun in a half circle trying to locate a familiar face.
How’d they disappear so fast? A frowning pout with a bottom lip full on quiver tugged into a —well..now i’m lost but who cares..i was abandoned– shrug. Swaying backwards taking another sip, Blaine over corrected himself and rocked too far forward. The wall he braced himself on was thankfully within reach so he didn’t look a total fool. Totally meant to do that was the innocent, doe-eyed look on his face as he looked left, right.
Good. Good. No one seemed to notice, he cluelessly thought. Seeing as how someone was watching him.
Blaine’s gaze rose to greet his admirer over the brim of his cup. Dark eyebrows shot up and heat spread over his cheeks but, somehow, seemed to make his eyes light up along with it. Beautiful? He called me..beautiful? Smiling shyly, he didn’t make any attempt to not allow Carson to ‘correct’ himself. It’d save them both embarrassment. Blaine in his being totally surprised by such a bold statement from a total stranger and Carson for giving it. “Blaine..” Could his eyes pinch together any tighter in the smiling chuckle that followed? “Uhm..thanks. Thank you. That was really sweet…” Awkward but salvageable!
Change of topic helps! “Hey! My glass is empty. Want to join me for a refill?” He leaned in, cupping his hand against his mouth and warily staring at the nearby like he was sharing the BIGGEST secret on Earth. “I hear the bartender in the back has been drinking his own supply and his drinks are better. Don’t tell anyone. We don’t need him cut off.” A joke. Just to prove he wasn’t going to let Carson or himself stand there being awkward thanks to a slip of the lips.
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