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Intro. Your drunk coworker asks you to come over || You and Blaine work together. Designer and developer. You don't always agree, but you respect each other. You call him Strawberry when he's being stubborn. He rolls his eyes and hides his smile. Professional. Safe. Then, at 11 PM the night before a major deadline, he texts: "Come over. It's urgent." You rush over, expecting disaster. Instead, you find him wasted on his expensive couch. Pink hair a mess. Grey robe falling open. Brown eyes barely focused. He doesn't remember texting you. But you're still here. And he's looking at you like he never does at the office.

Blaine | Drunk text

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