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she’s got a flavor i can’t pin down.
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After a little bit of arguing, some well deserved partying, and plenty of alcohol– new years eve was kicking off to be a great night. As time went by the latina female found herself talking to many people she never cared much for in the past. Mainly her fellow GAYS. You’d be surprised how much sexual tension could linger between a gay warbler and a lesbian cheerleader. Her hips rocked to the beat of the music, not even stopping when people scuttled around preparing for the count down. The one thing that did catch her attention was one Blaine Anderson, dancing his way over to her. Even the wicked bitch of the west couldn’t help but smile. He was cute, she’d give him that. Their bodies moved to a drunken rhythm, one filled with giggles, eye rolls, and even a touch or two. That’s when time started to slow down. Number after number, they were approaching the new year. With nobody else eligible in sight, there was a silent agreement between the two’s stare. He was pretty high up on the standards bar. About high enough for hers actually. One thought rang out, why the hell not ? As the clock struck midnight both moved in, surprisingly Blaine taking the lead. The way their lips moved together, was proof this wasn’t a mistake. One thing she didn’t account for was the over dramatic dip, him holding her by the small of her back, and the back of her neck. No doubt in her mind, she was loving it. As their lips separated for breath, another laugh erupted between them. Whatever that meant, whatever would happen next — she was ready to be a part of it.

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The night was going amazing to his surprise.  He didn’t think he was going to be able to make it. Weather was awful.  Committing to showing up was, also, committing to staying for most of the night if it got worse.  By a stroke of luck–and a break in the snowstorm–here he was.  Hours went by and –wow– no drama either.  No pitiful stares, no questions asked. Just a lot of liquor, music and dancing.  Officially well past eleven and Blaine managed to dance with nearly every person in the room.  Except one Miss Santana Lopez who looked very content with swaying to the music and alcohol pumping through her veins.  Figuring ‘why not’, Blaine separated from Tina and started boogeying over .  One arm snaked around her waist, their bodies moved perfectly–alcohol and all!  Her laughter was contagious enough to spurn his on and make it last so long that he, also, didn’t stop as people began to scramble around to find their would-be kisses.  Neither of them had anyone coming.  They both knew but tonight his heart didn’t sink. He was wrapped up in watching her grin without a care and wishing he could be like her. Bulletproof. Untouchable.  THREE, TWO, ONE!  –Just once.–  His heart leapt to his throat but his mouth was on hers. Lured there by the scent of rum and candy and the want to taste what living like her would feel like.  A whim that he listened to without debating it into nothing.  Their lips fit together and the world disappeared between them.  Time stopped.  Until it rushed to catch up as his fingers threaded through her hair on a path to her neck. His grip on her waist steadied and he figured he’d tilt her world about half as much as she did his if he dipped her. They came up for air laughing.  Hazel eyes stared down, sparkling through lashes that nearly touched his cheekbones. Blaine’s laughter sputtered a breathless chuckle and a lick of his lips as he glanced at hers. Fingers stroked her side when they spread out to support her. Should.  A Catch 22 word. Should pertained to a lot. Should he kiss her again?  The tingling on his lips should have faded.  He should stand up.  He should let her get her footing. This should be an easy choice.  Of all the things he should do?  Rubbing his nose against the tip of hers wasn’t one that crossed his mind but he did it.  A huffed laugh wasn’t one either and, oh, he wished he knew where to go from here.  He should..but he didn’t.

kurt.

The poor lighting in the room was half of the culprit to Oliver’s suspicious appearance.  It made it hard to see his face, but the other half of the cause was Oliver himself.  Kurt was still getting the hang of some of the smaller changes, but Oliver has been this way for a long time.  He let his veins darken and his flesh looked like a sickly grey.  It was harder to be noticed creeping around at night if he was darker, though he had no need for it now and was turning back to a human color.  Kurt always thought it made him look like a reptile.

He paused when Blaine grabbed his wrist, straightening his back and pushing the hair out of his face with his free hand.  He wasn’t intimidated by a human, but he didn’t doubt that Blaine meant business.  It was an impressive fire he was radiating.  His eyes flickered between Blaine and Kurt before he cracked a grin.  “I see the appeal.”  He mused, voice hushed.  “Don’t worry, handsome, he’ll be back later-”

“He can speak for himself and is right here.”  Kurt mumbled.  He never saw Blaine like this before, which was understandable considering he never had a reason like this, but still he wasn’t exactly surprised by either of them and sat up with a sigh.  He set his hand on Blaine’s, looked him in the eye, and remained as calm as possible as his attempt at reassurance.

The longer he held onto Oliver’s wrist, the more disgusted he felt.  There stood the reason why Kurt left.  Inside his room. Threatening to take Kurt away–again. “Who said he was leaving now,” he whispered back wishing his razor sharp words had the ability to actually cut.  Blaine should have let go of the ‘man’ that was turning him sicker by the moment just being in contact with but instead that want to hurt him as badly as he hurt him–and Kurt–had Blaine gripping tighter for before he felt Kurt’s hand.  Something in his resolve broke with the touch. The fire in his stare flickered, not dying out, but dimmed instantly.

Whether it was the fact that he his palm was just a small buffer between Kurt touching that thing and him and the fact that Blaine couldn’t stand the idea of Kurt coming into contact with him? –Even if he’d already done it.  Blaine liked to ignore and drown the idea before it ever had the chance to become something more real.–  Or something else entirely?

Oliver was released and Blaine laced his fingers with the pale ones that jarred him out of his blood starting to boil hotter than he’d felt it in years.  He wasn’t the type to hate people. Hate was a word that was rarely used in his vocabulary of what he was capable of but he hated him and would NEVER be ashamed to let Oliver see the loathing glaring up from below. He begged whispered, “Tell him he doesn’t belong here.  You do and you’re going to stay.  Please–Kurt?”  –Please don’t leave.  Not with him.–

carson.

The young man was clearly well on his way to drunk- something Carson could relate to- and utterly adorable in the way he moved and looked around, and… oh, his smile! Carson felt his heart skip a beat, the hopeless romantic in him completely charmed as he was given a name.

Blaine… A unique name for a captivating man. Carson had always felt like a name could tell a lot about a person… especially how they gave it. And with Blaine, it was simple; his first name, a cute chuckle, a stunning, toothy grin.

Carson couldn’t help but smile back, Blaine’s smile infectious. He was glad he wasn’t being immediately brushed off.. that was certainly a change. “Mmm, sounds good to me,” Carson agreed cheerily, his heart skipping a beat and a giddy feeling rising in him as Blaine leaned closer, Carson doing the same out of sheer reaction.

What Blaine said made Carson giggle, his hand flying up to cover his mouth shyly, green eyes shining with amusement, wavering a bit where he stood. He felt warm… and lightheaded, and he really wanted to just-

… oh look, he was doing it. Carson wasn’t sure when, but his hand was somehow already reaching out, touching Blaine’s arm. “We should…. we should get more to drink,” he insisted, oh so tempted to ask Blaine to dance…

But he’d seen Blaine dance, he was really good, and Carson had never danced with anyone before. Or in front of anyone.

Carson agreeing to another drink was all the go ahead he needed to cover the top of Carson’s hand until his fingers touched the inside of his palm.  Blaine gently held it there through the shift of their position as he laced their arms together hooking them at the inside creases of their elbows.  “Great!  Let’s go!”

Twice on the short walk to the bar, he had to stop himself from being lured back out onto the dancefloor nearly dragging Carson for the ride whether he wanted to or not.  Alcohol induced short attention span?  Blaine Anderson could have that in spades after a few shots.   

–Hey!  It was a good song!–

“So, Carson, are you enjoying your New Year’s Eve?”  Once Blaine brought them to a stop at the “good” bar, he slid his arm out from Carson’s  and waved to get the very buzzed bartender’s attention. 

They were given a big, toothy grin and a ‘one second’ finger held high.

Blaine nodded and relaxed back against the counter, catching his own case of the bartenders huge, goofy smile.  He was able to keep still for about ten seconds before his one foot tapped to the beat.  “I promise I’m not trying to be creepy or anything,” he frowned thoughtfully like he was measuring the level of creepiness of what he was going to say before he said it and looked back up at Carson once he was done, “but after we get our drinks?”

“I’m thinking my feet need to be on the dancefloor before the year ends.  Because–yep.”  That was it.  That was the reason.  ‘Because–Yep’.  Puffy cheeks let go a big breath, “Do you want to come along?”

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Tonight was the first night that Blaine agreed to go out/out.  His nerves were already thin from dealing with the visit and weren’t really up for running into anyone they knew just yet.  Small towns.  Word travels fast and his phone was already blowing up with messages to meet up from people he knew weren’t completely thrilled him and Sebastian together.  Rachel proved that on the first dinner date. In Lima, they were at square one. Awkward smiles and weird pleasantries until they figured out this relationship was the best thing for him in a long time. If they refused to trust Sebastian?  They needed to trust him.  If they were going to stay in town for long? Avoidance wasn’t going to work.  Stir craziness was kicking in. Sebastian’s rationale that they needed to get out?  Spot on.  Scandals it was..

Flash forward past the part where Blaine decided that he needed to stop worrying over something that he was blowing out of proportion and here they were here several drinks in–dancing!  Sebastian’s hand was on his hip and Blaine couldn’t resist the urge to spin around with a devilish grin as he brushed his hips up against him.  They both moved semi-drunkenly to a random song he didn’t know the lyrics of but it had a great beat. A navy blue dotted bowtie dangled from his neck having been pulled loose about thirty minutes –and two drinks– ago. Laughter at a whisper beside his ear lit up his eyes as he looked back to the bar wondering if the line died down enough that they could go for round – three?  four?  Hold on..  

Wasn’t he in New York?

Kurt.   Like gravity pulled his attention to where his ex stood. Blaine’s heart skipped, his smile slipped but then returned with a minor flinch. Sebastian’s hand gripping his hip tighter hinted that he noticed why. A deep breath got him through that oh-so-familiar shade of blue greeting him back.  Blaine lowered Sebastian’s hand from his hip after a squeeze and turned to give him a kiss on his cheek.  Not for show, but to reassure him he was fine.  Blaine’s heels touched down on the dancefloor–he needed to say hello at the very least.  His hand lifted in a curt wave as he approached, teeth and the tip of his tongue worrying the edge of his lip before he smiled a-little-too-brilliantly.  “H-Hey!  Kurt!”   What now?  Hug him?  Wave again?  Stand there like a daft moron and offer him a handshake?  Blaine went through all the motions.  From a hand stuck out, to a wanna-be reach of arms that ended up being this weird back pat combination-thing. That did not work out the way he imagined. “How are you?”