carson.

Blaine’s hand settled over his and Carson’s heart skipped a beat as it was moved, before their arms linked together. He laughed, smiling as he was pulled along. Twice Blaine was almost called to dance, but Blaine kept beside him.

Carson was giddy, his face flushed, and a warm, hazy feeling washed over him. He hadn’t felt so light, so free… in longer than he could rightly recall.

Blaine asked him if he was enjoying his New Year’s Eve as they reached the bar, and Carson smiled brightly, nodding. “I am,” he agreed. “Best night…” he waved a hand vaguely, before continuing. “Well, ever!” he chuckled, shaking his head a bit, ginger locks falling in his face before he reached up to push them back.

Carson followed Blaine’s lead and leaned against the counter… perhaps a bit closer than needed, but hey! His inhibitions and usual shyness were a bit dulled at the moment. He watched as Blaine tapped his foot with amusement. He never seemed to stop moving, did he?

Carson thought it was really cute.

Once he was addressed, he glanced up, tilting his head curiously. Creepy? Blaine looked up at him, and Carson’s heart skipped a beat, those long dark lashes and full lips drawing his complete attention. He swallowed, willing away the bright flush to his cheeks he was sure could at least be partially explained away be his pale complexion and alcohol.

Hearing Blaine say he needed to dance wasn’t surprising, but Carson was- for a moment- a bit saddened that his time beside the man was drawing to a close. But then…

Carson’s eyebrows flew up in surprise as he was invited to come along… to dance. “Me?” he nearly squeaked, before laughing, a shy blush crossing his face. “Umm… sure?” He wiggled a bit in his spot, sheepish. “I, um… have never danced, though…” he admitted, before realizing that sounded almost like an excuse to dip out. “But I would still like to! If- if that’s okay, I mean.”

A cheeky grin greeted the blush that–sorry, Carson–couldn’t just be due to too much alcohol and pale skin. In a beat or two of the song and realizing that Carson was blushing because of him–they both had matching dustings of red over their face. Having company in the going red department seemed to give Blaine the confidence in reassurance that he needed to take hold of Carson’s wrist and thumb towards the dancefloor.

Was it that surprising that Blaine invited him to dance? Apparently so. Both of his eyebrows crept up and Blaine’s head tilted to top off the confused puppy stare.

“Yes. You,” he blinked a couple of times to get the stupefied look off. “Grab your drink and let’s get your feet moving. It’s NEW YEAR’S. Everyone dances at least once. That includes you.” Laughter bubbled out of him as he scooped up his glass with the unoccupied hand. That was that!

Off they went with Blaine taking the lead through the partiers blocking their way.

Blaine searched for a clear spot. The effort putting them within a few feet from Rachel and a few more of his friends. She gave the pair an expectant look that turned confused when Blaine stopped without quite reaching her. He didn’t seem to even notice she was waiting for them to begin with. Her smirk at being snubbed went unnoticed too.

They’d catch up to them later. After they danced to–what was playing? Black Eyed Peas announced that they had a feeling tonight was going to be a good, good night.

Who was he to argue against Fergie and Will.i.am?

Carson’s wrist slid from his hand and Blaine gripped his drink with his fingertips trying to keep it from splashing over the sides of the glass with a rather big gulp that made his whole face crumple, eyelashes flutter and lips pucker but put the liquor in the Safe Zone. Good deal! Dancing time! His feet were already moving and now the rest of his body began to catch up after a bounce bounce, hand wave of encouragement between his and Carson’s chests to his new dance partner.

carson.

Carson had been keyed up about his plans with Blaine since they’d made them… he knew better than to think someone as wonderful as Blaine was turning out to be could ever look at him the way he looked at the dark haired beauty, but… even thinking about being near him made Carson’s heart flutter. Between fretting about what to wear and what to expect, combined with his work at Wayne Enterprise and the Gotham Public Library, he’d hardly slept.

So it wasn’t really surprising- even with how interesting the Star Wars series was- that he’d fallen asleep. Carson made a sleepy noise as Blaine moved, snuggling further into the couch, his glasses barely hanging on the edge of his nose, before sighing.

Slowly though… he began to stir, pale lashes fluttering against paler, freckled cheeks until they opened to reveal sleep-hazed pine colored eyes. His mind was foggy and he made a curious sound, blinking slowly as he raised his head, instinctively pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Once in place, he spotted the singer and smiled, a light blush crossing his cheeks.

“I… seem to have fallen asleep,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head and pushing his hand through ginger locks as he sat up. “I apologize.” He gave Blaine a sheepish little smile, biting his lip.

“You certainly did fall asleep,” he tried not to look startled but the roundness of his eyes certainly did the job. Caught red handed turning down the television so Caron could sleep as much as he wanted. Busted for playing off the notion that he was more than willing to let him sleep here if that’s what was bound to happen as nothing much at all.

Let a near stranger you were just starting to get to know crash in your apartment because it was too late to let him wander out into the streets half asleep? Why not? That’s how Blaine Anderson worked. He’d just end up staying up until Carson let him know he made it home safe. Why not let him drift off where it was warm and he was comfortable? Perfect sense.

“You know if you were that bored with the movie,” he laughed happily as he walked to a nearby chair and plopped down pulling his best overdone pout, “Worse than that–me–you could have changed the DVD and I wouldn’t have complained once.” A hand lifted from the arm of the chair so he could point at him.

“I lied,” his nose scrunched and he him-hawed what he was going to say–or pretended to– with a rock his head head back and forth and a hum muffled behind tightly pressed lips, “I would have–probably–whined a little bit cause Star Wars but the guest can veto the movies. Solid rule.” His hand swept through the air once and fell back down with an affirmative nod.

Blaine flashed him a mischievous grin and let poor Carson off the hook. “Seriously? If you need to get some sleep. You’re more than welcome to do it here. Don’t let me keep you up and I’m not going to kick you out into the freezing cold either.”

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What started out as a dinner and movie night wound up being dinner and ‘just one more film because–hey why not–’ until Carson and Blaine both passed out on the couch. Falling asleep sitting up wasn’t in the plan either but that’s how he wound up. Carson was the first one. His head was in Blaine’s lap and he was breathing steadily by the time Luke Skywalker’s twist of fate was revealed. Not everyone had the stamina to make it through a back to back Star Wars marathon.

Turns out, neither did Blaine. He missed the ‘Big Reveal’ too. Long gone before the shout of ‘Noooooo!’ ever touched his ears. Blaine stirred awake with a crook in his neck and a popping noise crackling up his entire spine. Untangling his fingers from Carson’s hair to cup his face, Blaine took in a deep breath through his nose and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Easing himself out from underneath Carson was easier thought than done. Blaine moved as slow as possible and held the back of his head as he scooted free. Seeing him nuzzle down into the cushion once he swiveled up, Blaine felt something hit his chest hard. A panic that shouldn’t be there. A doubt that–whatever this was that he promised himself he wouldn’t be doing again–was about to happen regardless of his effort to not let himself feel what he was starting to feel.

Blaine tried to tell himself it was only because he knew how Carson felt. He’d be blind not to see the softness in Carson’s eyes that bordered on hope for something more. Carson was too asleep to see that Blaine had that same look as he thought about it and let his fingers stretch towards a lock of hair he bent to sweep off Carson’s forehead. That was when he said it. Blaine wasn’t a praying man. Not often but he whispered something that could be taken as one. Or as a wish put out into the universe with the chance that it’d listen and do him a favor. “But maybe just this once. Let me keep this one?” Wouldn’t that be a nice change? If he’d just let it happen.

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?”

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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