I know what I am

[wipeyourfeet]

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]

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.

[strategic_guile]

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.