I know what I am

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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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[strategic_guile]

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."

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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?"

[strategic_guile]

"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.

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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?"

[strategic_guile]

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."

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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?"

[strategic_guile]

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."

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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?"

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"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."

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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?"