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They ended up at a table on the far side of the club where they were joined by more and more friends until they were squeezing around each other to buy rounds at the bar. It crossed Blaine’s mind to drink until he was under the table, but in the end, he paced himself - he knew that he would regret it in the morning if he didn’t. He never had been very good at keeping his head when it came to Kurt.
“So, Nick tells me that’s your ex on the dance floor.”
Blaine’s fingers tightened around his glass of beer. It was James who had spoken. He had never had much tact.
“He looks like he’s having a good time without you,” he continued, smirking. “Do you think he’d give me a hand job if I danced with him?”
Blaine didn’t even think. He launched himself across the table at James and had to be forcibly pulled back into his chair and restrained by half a dozen sets of hands. “Keep talking, Slater,” he snapped roughly across the table. “I dare you.”
James held up his hands in a mock display of peace and grinned. “Sorry man, I didn’t realise you were still holding a candle for the guy. You should go control your boy before he gets into trouble, don’t you think?”
Shrugging out of everyone’s hold, Blaine stood. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Blaine,” Nick called out after him. “He’s not yours anymore.”
Like hell he wasn’t.
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