You Better Dance || Blainetana
Blaine didn’t like the way that Santana reacted to the bouncer standing at the entrance and worried for a moment that he could be arrested. So much for no regrets or apologies he thought, but quickly got a move on once Santana was able to distract the bouncer. He raced inside, barely glancing at anyone and took a left as instructed, pausing to grip the wall and catch his breath. The wait for Santana to appear around the corner seemed endless, but he was relieved when he spotted the long black tresses and the little red dress coming his way. “Holy crap that was insane. Am I going to get kicked out or something?” Now he was nervous for an entirely different reason.
As soon as Santana saw Blaine slip into the club, Santana cut the small talk and got out her ID, "Actually, I think this was a case of mistaken identity. So sorry." She quickly hurried in behind him and turned left inside, finding Blaine gripping onto the wall behind him for dear life. She couldn't help but chuckle at how nervous he looked, there was no doubt in her mind that he'd never done that at any point whatsoever. "He didn't even see you come in, don't worry about it. The hardest part of this evening was getting you into the club in the first place without an ID, the rest is a freaking breeze. Now, to the bar!" her hand grabbed his as she lead him off towards the crowded area, pushing through to the first open gap she saw. "So, this place is Splash, the best gay bar in Baton Rouge. Here you will find everyone aged from eighteen to, well, a hundred and ten. But first, what's your poison for this evening?" She raised her hand and leant on the bar, attracting the attention of the bar woman, "Can I have two shots of tequila and a rum and coke, please? And whatever my friend here wants."








