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.
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.
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