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I know what I am

Date & Time: 12/20 at 7pm
Location: Blaine's place
Characters: Blaine Thorps and Wes Mitchell
Summary: Dinner date
Warnings: None so far, but we'll see since it's Blaine

Wes is nervous as hell. He hasn't been on a date since he went to dinner with that blonde. It hasn't been that long, but that one tanked. He has a dark blue long sleeved shirt on and dark jeans, smelling a little like cologne. He has a chocolate pie in his hands. He knocks on his door, his teeth chattering with how cold it is.

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Blaine opens the door after a few seconds because he had been in the kitchen. He's wearing jeans, boots, and a black sweater. It's still kind of cool inside, despite the heater he had procured, but compared to outside it was like a nice spring day.

"Hey, come in," he said, waving him in. The blonde had said it was a date, but he could tell Wes definitely was treating it like a first date. It was cute. "You can put that on the table."

The table still only had three chairs, but now Blaine had a couch. The stove was on and a pot was on it, gently simmering. Something was in the oven, filling the air with the smell of roasting meat.

Wes walks in, taking in his surroundings. It's cozy. He puts the pie on the table and follows him in, hovering nervously.

"Mm. Um... nice to see you, Blaine. It smells good in here."

It's cozy because it's somewhat small. Blaine fills up a lot of the space by himself, depending on the room, and the kitchen is one of the smaller rooms. He laments that, but beggars can't be choosers.

"I did try to find a slab of yeti, but deer was easier to get." He's not kidding, despite his smile. "Don't be nervous. I'm not going to jump you or anything."

Yet.

He makes a face at that. "I'm so glad I'm not eating yeti."

But he relaxes a little at that, offering him a small smile. "I'm... fine." And to try and prove it, he leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek. It's a bit stiff, but he's loosening up.

"Come on. Don't knock it 'til you try it." Blaine smiles and bats his eyes at him. Because he can. "Next time, I'm going to intercept and give you a proper kiss."

There is probably a lecherous glint in his eyes, no matter how innocent his eyes are trying to be. Believe the doe eyes. Believe in them and they will come true. Until then, he goes back into the kitchen to stir what's in the pot.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll ever try yeti."

He blushes a little at that. "Maybe I'm saving a proper kiss for later."

He follows Blaine into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. "Need help?"

"Not on purpose," and he beams at him. That's the kind of horrible person Blaine is. That's what happens when you fraternize with shameless people with compromised morality. You might eat yeti stew.

There is a half-lidded look aimed at Wes that carries a bit of heat in it, but he doesn't respond. You'll have to prove it later. Then the look cools back down to regular camaraderie.

"It's almost done, but you can set the table?" He points rack that has dishes and silverware in it where it had been drying from and earlier washing.

He pushes him lightly. "Hey... that better not be yeti or else."

But he goes over and collects the dishes and silverware. "That I can." And he'll just go set the table carefully, trying to set everything perfectly.

Oh my, a perfectionist is over there setting the table. Blaine can at least appreciate the effort. It keeps Wes out of the kitchen while the last of the sauce finishes. There's vegetables, but what exactly they are is up for debate. It at least looks golden like corn. Something that tastes almost exactly like a squash is in a mash in a bowl that remains covered on the kitchen counter.

"I'm interested to see what that 'or else' gets me."

He looks over at him with a smirk. "I couldn't think of a good threat. But I can think of a few ways I could punish you."

He's excited to eat. He's soon done setting the table and wanders back into the kitchen, uncovering that bowl and peeking.

"You're only getting my hopes up," he answered, cocking an eyebrow at him. Then he reaches over to swat Wes in the back of the head since he couldn't reach the other man's hands.

"Wait three minutes, tesorito."

"Hey, ow! Fine." He sulkily closes the lid, leaning back against the counter.

"What was that word you used?"

"Tesorito," Blaine said again. "It's like... 'cutie'."

Close enough anyway. Calling him puppy or kitten just didn't seem to fit. Though he probably could have gone for guapo and been alright, but it had been the second on the list. The blonde took the pot off the stove and got a pot holder, which he sat on the table before placing the sauce pot on top of it.

"Bring that bowl."

"Tesorito..."

He obeys, bringing the bowl with him.

"What are we having? Hopefully not yeti."

You'd better get used to pet names, Wes. Blaine likes to use them a lot, even if you don't like them. A spot is clear in the center of the table and has a matt put down for something else to be set on it.

The blonde is back in the kitchen opening the door to the oven. It had been turned off a while ago, but the meat had been resting inside and out of the way until now. He lifted it out with a pair of pot holders and came to the table to set it down in the empty space.

"It's venison," he said with a smirk. "I couldn't find yeti."

He pointed at another spot. "You can put the bowl there."

He sets the bowl down, watching Blaine go back and forth. "Hm. I've never had venison. It all smells great, though."

He sits down at one of the spots. "What language was that, by the way?"

"You haven't?" He perked up. "So it could be yeti after all~ You'd never tell the difference."

Seriously though, it isn't yeti. Blaine's just being a dick. He brings the other two bowls over and sets them down. It's the 'probably' corn and some bread rolls.

"Spanish," the blonde answers as he sits down at one of the open chairs.

He reaches over and shoves him playfully. "You little shit."

Wes starts serving himself. "My partner- police partner- is fluent in Spanish. I only know a few words. Donde es el baño?"

Police partner? Blaine sure did know how to pick 'em. He laughs partially at the playful shove, but mostly at the fact he always seems to attract law enforcement. He should have smelled it on him, really, but his copdar was broken apparently.

"That's an important thing to know." He nodded and was starting to cut pieces off the chunk of roast he had uncovered in the pan. "I've got an outhouse in the back."

He holds his plate out for some of the roast, waits till Blaine starts to eat, then eats.

"Gracias por... uh... Thank you for having me over." He laughs. "I really am a beginner at Spanish. Can you speak any other languages?"

Blaine fills Wes' plate up with meat and then his own before he eats. He swallows his food before he laughs at the total failure at Spanish.

"At least you got the 'Thanks' part right." He shakes his head a bit and his next words start off in English them switch to Italian. "I speak Italian and just a little German. Enough to get myself in trouble because I learned the dirty words first."

He smiles. Blaine is quite cute when he laughs. I MEAN... that's totally not what Wes is thinking.

"Yeah, one part right."

He listens to him switch to Italian. "What does that mean?"

"I can teach you a little Spanish," he offers.

Blaine grins and takes another mouthful of food, chewing it and making Wes wait for him to swallow before he answers the question.

"I learned all the dirty words in German and Japanese, so I get myself in trouble." He leans back, looking pleased. "The best kind of trouble."

Wes laughs. "Of course you did. I would expect no less of you."

He sits back, thinking for a little bit. "How do you say, 'I want to kiss you' in Spanish?"

Blaine tilts his head a bit, his lips twitching up into a smile. Wes probably had a good idea what kind of man the blonde was, as far as his motivations on why the cop was there.

"You don't say it. You just do it," Blaine said, leaning forward. He was within range, but Wes was going to have to close the distance. He stared right into his eyes, elbows on the table, waiting to see what Wes would do.

He smirks a little at the challenge. He's a lot less conflicted this time around, especially when they're alone.

He leans forward, bringing their lips together. He's a lot more confident this time.

Good boy, Wes. Blaine smirks right back and his eyes are darkening with both humor and intent. The kiss starts and the blonde nips him playfully after a few seconds.

Wes smiles into the kiss, cupping his face and pushing for entrance with his tongue. He hadn't been kissed like that in a long time. It makes him want to get out of his clothes. Oh, but his stomach is growling loudly now. To eat or to kiss?

There's no resistance against the tongue. He opens and accepts it, letting the lead slip out of his grasp for a few moments. He softly laughs into the kiss and pulls back just a touch.

"We should eat. You'll need the energy later."

He chases his lips, giving him one last peck before he pulls away. He blushes a little at that comment. Isn't that what this was all leading up to? He wanted to, but he was scared.

He goes back to eating. He was pretty hungry and it was pretty good.

"Tell me more about yourself. What do you do?"

Blaine was hard pressed not to do the chasing after that last peck, but he knows if he waits he'll get something better. Besides, if this was Wes' first time with a guy he really wouldn't be prepared for it. No need to scare him off.

He takes a few bites himself and continues chewing as Wes questions him. "Oh, you mean besides hit on hot guys?"

There's obviously only one thing to take from that-

"You think I'm hot?"

He laughs at himself a little. "I mean, yeah, besides that."

Blaine lifts his eyebrows like, 'Well duh.' Then they lower as he shifts in his chair to reach for more squash-like mash.

"I'm Co-Head of the Sales department at Pfizer & Co.," he supplied, smiling and taking another mouthful of roasted venison.

Wes takes some seconds too, while Blaine does.

"A pharmaceutical company? Interesting."

He chews on his food for a bit before returning to the conversation.

"Well, what are your favorite things? Other than hot guys."

Blaine wonders what kind of 'interesting' Wes finds it, but he's pretty happy that he doesn't have to worry about that cover story coming under scrutiny here. While it had been true a few months ago, he was more or less a ghost at the company now. He drew a 'check' but he didn't do any of the work there anymore. He was with SPAWA full time because the demands of Family far outweighed how much he had liked his legal job.

There's a lazy smile. "Hot girls." Then a soft laugh. "But I like running and I play fútbol."

He smiles at that. "That means soccer, right? I'm not really a huge sports fan, but I do like running."

He lets his hand wander over to Blaine's hand, threading his fingers with his. He looks up shyly, wondering how to go forward from here.

"Yeah, soccer. It has a lot of running, so I get two birds with one stone. Endurance is my strong point."

Blaine easily lets their fingers twine together and swallows one last forkful of food. He doesn't think he can hold off much longer. He brings the hand up to his mouth. He doesn't kiss the fingers but draws one into his mouth and lightly runs his tongue over the pad.

His lips part and he takes a deep breath, his eyes half-lidded. He leans over to kiss Blaine a little more aggressively than their past kisses.

The returning kiss was just as aggressive from Blaine's end. This time it's his hand that's sliding up a jaw, but it isn't cupping the other man's face. It's grasping the back of his head and burying into the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

nsfw beyond this point

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