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The entire room was decked out in so much pink and red, he felt like he was stuck inside one of those ads for those love sex motels out in the Poconos.  Yes, it was a Valentine’s Day but did they really have to make the entire place look like a kleenex box he decorated in fifth grade for his classmates to stuff cheap store bought cards into?  Wow, his mood was sour.  Blame it on his favorite holiday taking a swing back to GAP Attack status.  Thank God the bartender behind the bar didn’t seem to care the slightest about how fake an i.d. looked judging by the glasses of wine he saw Santana and Quinn flashing earlier.

They inspired him to give his own try a go.  Two glasses of merlot to nurse away smiling through his song on stage and he was just on the okay this is getting better side of a mood change thanks to the inspiration of the contents of his glass.  And his newfound company that saddled up to the bar beside him.  The crowd was starting to die out.  Two by two, Blaine watched his friends disappearing towards the lobby of the hotel towards points rather obvious.  Non-stop jokes and sardonic comments from Puck had him laughing at the latest and greatest.  A nonchalantly spoken, ‘I’d totally fuck you,’ to his comment about how he and Puck were doomed to be the only ones getting unlucky tonight and how unfair it truly was.  

The chuckle died out on his tongue when he noticed that Puck was watching him, his eyes still lit up with his own half-laugh until neither one of them were laughing anymore.  Their eyes met (because Blaine caught himself staring not at the twinkle he admired a beat ago but the way Puck’s mouth was curved–what was going on in Puck’s mind?)–he did not expect his stomach to feel like he’d just went over the rest of the world’s tallest rollercoaster.  Free-falling and light as air.  Just like the tone of his voice when he heard himself say..

“I..um..  I have a room..”  Loop one put his heart in his throat.  Yes, he just said that..