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conceitedclarington · 6 years ago

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Karaoke Knockout || Berrington & Blainter

Date: March something

Location: Krazy Karaoke Bar, Minneapolis

Starring: Blaine Anderson, Scarlett Berry, Hunter Clarington @artisticanderson @scarlettsberry

Summary: Hunter really wants to be able to hang out with both his boyfriend and best friend together, much to their chagrin. They all agree to spend a fun evening at a karaoke bar where nothing should go awry... right?

Notes/Warnings: Underage drinking; written fic-style. Longest para ever omfg

After having spent time with his boyfriend as well as his best friend, Hunter was looking to spend time with the two of them together. He knew that Blaine and Scarlett didn’t exactly get along with each other but he’d hoped that they could spare a few hours together so he could have the best of both worlds. Managing to convince the two for a friendly outing at a karaoke bar, Hunter drove over to Blaine’s place with the intention of meeting Scarlett at the bar.

Alternatively, Blaine was not looking forward to the night ahead; he was trying his best to stay optimistic for the sake of his boyfriend. He promised Hunter that he would go into the evening with an open mind but if he were being honest he did not want to do it. He didn’t like that Hunter was so close to Scarlett; something about the girl rubbed him the wrong way.

“Ho, brah-- lookin’ slick, nah?” Duke greeted, opening the door for Hunter when the latter knocked, scratching the thick scruff on his chin.

Hunter didn’t know how this guy and Blaine could be related, let alone identical twins. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and offered Duke a polite and cursory smile. “Hey, is Blaine ready?”

Almost as if on cue, Blaine came out into the living area, a smile spreading across his face at his handsome boyfriend. He had gotten dressed in his typical fashion: colorful chinos, button up and a bow tie that complimented the colors he chose. He had slicked his hair back just a little with some gel. The sight of Hunter made him a little less tense; at least he’d get to spend the night with him. The other grinned right back when his eyes landed on Blaine.

“Hey handsome,” Blaine greeted, coming up to the taller and kissing him gently. Opening his arms, Hunter welcomed his boyfriend into the kiss. “Yes, I am ready to go. You know, we could always just go to the movies or something.” The shorter suggested, grabbing his coat and putting it on. “No talking and such.” He half-joked.

“Oh, a movie wouldn’t be as fun,” Hunter told Blaine as he helped him with his coat. Hunter gave Blaine a once-over and clicked his tongue. “Damn, Anderson, you clean up really well. You look delicious.”

Blaine sighed softly when Hunter turned down his movie idea but his negative feeling was shooed away when his boyfriend complimented him on his appearance, a deep blush painting his cheeks. “Yeah? Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” He said in a gentle tone before saying goodbye to his brother and leaving with Hunter.

They made their way out into the cold evening air to Hunter’s car, walking hand-in-hand, Hunter excited to reach their next venue. “Besides, I want to sing a duet with you; I think it’d be fun,” the taller said as he thought about the evening ahead with optimism. “It really means a lot that you’re coming with me to do this. I know Scar’s not the easiest person to be around considering how abrasive she is, but, she’s also my friend.”

Blaine paused for a moment and he gave a slight smile accompanied by a shrug. “I know it means a lot to you, of course I’m going. You… You’re really important to me, Hunter.” He said softly as they stood there for a brief moment. “I want to show you that, and if that means making nice with Scarlett, then I’m willing to give it my best shot.”

Hunter squeezed Blaine’s hand and offered up a genuine and grateful smile. “You’re important to me, too. I appreciate you a lot.”

Being the gentleman he was, Blaine went ahead just a few steps, opening up the driver’s side door for his boyfriend. Once they were settled in the car, he smiled at the prospect of singing with the taller once they were at the bar. “What do you wanna sing with me?”

“I think something flirty and silly like one of those High School Musical songs you kiddos are singing these days would be fun,” Hunter joked, though he was actually trying to think of an entertaining duet for the both of them. He wasn’t exactly a performer but he could carry a tune moderately well.

Hunter fired up Pandora on his radio to find a good duet. “I think Summer Nights is a little overrated,” he commented as he skipped the song. Sonny and Cher’s I Got You Babe came on next and Hunter raised his eyebrows at his boyfriend. ��A contender, perhaps?” They started on their way towards the bar but not before Hunter sent a text to Scarlett that they would be there soon.

Blaine chuckled softly at the mention of High School Musical, shaking his head. “Wow, Hunter, I didn't take you for the High School Musical type- but I am one hundred percent down to go for that,” he half-joked. As the made their way to the bar they were meeting Scarlett, Blaine smiled to himself as Hunter flipped through songs to find the perfect duet for them. He found it extremely cute that his boyfriend was so eager to find their song. Their song. It was romantic and it sent flutters throughout his stomach.

“While I don’t necessarily agree about Summer Nights being overrated, I can agree that it’s a bit cliche.” He smiled, settling in the passenger seat with his hand resting on the middle console, fingers laced with Hunter’s once more. “Sonny and Cher?” He asked as the song began, his own eyebrow quirking. “I actually really like that a lot.” He said in agreement as he looked over to Hunter. “I like you a lot.” Blaine bit his bottom lip gently. It seemed with every moment he spent with the other man he was falling a little faster for him.

Hunter smiled when their hands laced together, the warmth of Blaine’s hand seeping into his own. He liked that the young man was so in tune with physical affection. He gave him a slight squeeze with his hand, grinning at him. “I got you, babe,” he winked at Blaine. A few other songs played on the radio and Hunter wasn’t quite sure which he really wanted to sing; he might’ve found a more contemporary duet for them so he didn’t want to make any sure decisions yet. Hell, maybe Blaine and Scarlett might’ve ended up singing a friendly duet together to smooth things over.

“And for the record, I like you a lot, too. Maybe after this, you and I can enjoy some alone time together,” Hunter suggested. While he thought this outing with the three of them might be good, it was true that he was missing the one-on-one time he shared with his boyfriend.

Meanwhile…

Before Scarlett had even left her home, she had started to pre-game. She was not looking forward to the night ahead in the least bit. She despised being under the same roof as Blaine and doing so willingly was going against every fiber of her being. She wasn’t looking forward to watching him hang all over Hunter as if he really meant anything to the man. If he was so special, Hunter wouldn’t have kissed her back. He would’ve dumped her the moment he and Blaine became exclusive if he was. She was nobody and if Blaine was everything Hunter wouldn’t bother with her at all.

Not that she cared. Of course she didn’t care, she was Scarlett after all. All she cared about was winning-- it’s not as if she had feelings for Hunter.

She arrived at the bar with a nice little buzz, not enough to be drunk, but just enough to make her feel lighter going into the night. Scarlett waited outside for the two to show up, her body tucked inside of Hunter’s leather jacket she still had from their little rooftop rendezvous, smirking to herself. Maybe she was an instigator, but it was an innocent mistake-- she grabbed his instead of hers by accident-- Whoops. As she stood outside, she shoved her hands inside the pockets of Hunter’s jacket. “Wha-?” She asked as she pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter, smiling to herself. “Alright, Green. Thanks.” Scarlett said to herself, opening up the box to find a single stick left. Throwing the box away in a nearby trash can, she lit up the cigarette, holding it between her lips as she took a long drag. As she blew the smoke out into the cold air as she checked the time. Just about that time, her eyes landed on the man’s familiar car and she smirked.

When they pulled up to the bar, Hunter saw Scarlett out front before they even parked. “Looks like she’s already here,” he pointed her out to Blaine. The shorter rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. When they got out of the car, Hunter made it a point to stroll up to the place walking hand-in-hand with his boyfriend. It wasn’t to make Scarlett upset but to assuage Blaine’s feelings that this night wouldn’t go as planned. It helped a little when Hunter slipped his hand into Blaine’s, causing the other to stand a little taller and walk with a little more confidence as they made their way.

“Hey, Red,” Hunter greeted his close friend, noticing his leather jacket around her. She looked good in his jacket but he was smart enough not to say so out loud. “Did you get a head-start on a buzz?” he was debating with himself whether or not he would drink since Blaine was still underaged and would most likely be spending this night sober.

“Hey babe,” she said as the two approached, throwing one arm around Hunter’s neck to hug him as she flicked ash off her cigarette in the other direction. “Of course I pre-gamed, you know me.” Scarlett had noted the two holding hands before and a fire ignited inside of her. She wasn’t afraid of Blaine in the least bit, she had everything he couldn’t give to Hunter and she knew it.

Blaine gave Scarlett a once-over as she greeted Hunter, narrowing his eyes at the way she hugged him and called him babe. He wouldn’t say anything; he’d bite his tongue for now. He wanted to show Hunter he was trying his best. “Hello Scarlett,” he said politely. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Scarlett tore herself away from Hunter for a brief moment to look at Blaine, giving him a nod and an uncertain look. “Professor,” She said, reaching to tilt the man’s bow tie. “Nice bow tie.” Scarlett chuckled, looking at Hunter before taking a drag of the cigarette. “Want?” She offered him, a tiny grin tugging her lips.

Hunter declined the offer of a drag, chuckling. “Maybe later?” he looked back at his boyfriend, aware that he wouldn't really like that. Hunter made an effort not to smoke around Blaine since he knew he didn't like it. Besides, he was also trying to quit. He pointed towards the door, letting Scarlett know they were going to go inside.

Blaine raised his eyebrows as they entered the loud bar. People were already singing, loudly and off-key, others were cheering and clapping. It was loud and noisy and not really Blaine’s scene, but he wanted to make the most of it. He wanted to have fun.

“Hey,” Hunter gave Blaine's hand a little squeeze. “I'm here to have a good time with you; I don't need alcohol or cigarettes to do that, okay?” He wanted Blaine to know that this evening out was about having fun, not getting sloshed.

Blaine gave a shrug when Hunter spoke. “I wasn’t really aware that you smoked together,” he sighed softly, swallowing his feelings for a moment and squeezing Hunter’s hand back. “It’s fine, everything’s okay. I’m gonna go find the karaoke list and put us down for our duet, okay?” He gave his boyfriend a small, reassuring smile before letting go of his hand. “Get us a seat, I’ll be right back.” He pressed his lips to Hunter’s cheek before going off to find whoever was in charge of karaoke night, fixing his bow tie to put it back in place.

With a small sigh, Hunter nodded and did his best to stay positive. He knew Blaine was trying his best but he could tell he was already tense from such a short exchange. Hopefully with some drinks in Scarlett and some songs flowing between the three of them, they could find some semblance of friendliness. The man scanned the bustling bar for an empty bar-height table and claimed it, pulling out one of the chairs.

Scarlett waited for a few moments before squashing out her cigarette. Taking a deep breath, she went inside and headed straight for the bar to order herself a couple of shots to take before she ordered drinks for the three of them. “Thanks, love, put it on my tab. I’ll be back for more.” She winked as she picked up the drinks and headed out to find where Hunter had found a table. Noticing Blaine wasn’t next to Hunter, she quirked an eyebrow. “Aww, did the Professor leave already?” She asked, placing one of the drinks in front of Hunter. “And here I was nice enough to buy him a drink.”

“Haha, retract the claws a bit there, Red,” Hunter chuckled, eyeing the glass set in front of him. He wasn't going to drink unless Blaine was going to, too. “Blaine went to go put our names down for some karaoke. Are you going to do any singing? Or are you just here for the booze?”

Scarlett raised her eyebrows when Hunter told her to retract her claws. “Oh, baby, you should know me better than that by now. I’m being so nice, you can’t even see my claws right now,” she chuckled. “I bought the child a drink,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. “I’m here for the booze- I don’t sing.” She shook her head. “Rachel got the voice, I got the smarts.” Scarlett snorted, looking at the other. “Are you?” A wide grin spread across her face. “Are you going to sing tonight, hotshot?”

Hunter nodded in response. “Yeah, that's the whole point of coming to a karaoke bar, isn't it? I want to at least sing a couple of songs.” From Scarlett's wide grin he suddenly felt a little put on the spot and chuckled. “I mean, I'm no Broadway junkie like your sister but I sing in the shower sometimes; I'm pretty good.”

After Blaine successfully signed him and Hunter up for a duet, he even extended a little bit of kindness and signed Scarlett up as well so she wouldn’t have to worry with it. Making his way through the crowd, he finally made it to the table with his boyfriend and Scarlett. She was standing too close to him; he didn’t like it. He didn’t like the way she seemingly thought she had nearly a chance with him. It was desperate and sad. “What’d I miss?” He asked, coming up to Hunter’s other side, slipping his arm around the taller’s waist.

“Hey, you,” Hunter beamed when Blaine returned to his side, an arm draping over the shorter man's shoulders to bring him in closer.

Scarlett eyed the shorter as he tried his best to show her that Hunter was his. It was cute; she was amused. “Nothing at all, kiddo. Here, got you a drink,” she offered, pushing the glass of liquid to him.

“Oh,” he looked down, a little surprised by the gesture. “I can’t drink, I’m only twenty.” His automatic response made him internally roll his eyes.

The girl raised her eyebrows, laughing once as if the shorter had told a joke. She looked between Hunter and Blaine and then back to Hunter. “Oh,” her face dropped. “He’s serious? You’re serious?” She looked at Blaine again, snorting as she picked up her own drink. “Whatever, dude.” Scarlett sipped her drink, she knew he’d be a stick in the mud but she didn’t think he wouldn’t drink with them. “Maybe a drink would loosen your bow tie a little there, professor.”

“Blaine doesn't have to drink if he doesn't want to; we don't all have to be buzzed to have a good time, right?” Hunter spoke up, giving Blaine's arm a reassuring squeeze. He didn't want the younger man to feel pressured into getting drunk. “Here, I'll buy you a Shirley Temple,” he volunteered, waving a waitress down to get Blaine a non-alcoholic drink.

Scarlett rolled her eyes and just drank her drink, doing her best to bite her tongue.

Blaine appreciated the way Hunter stood up for him but he still felt the pressure from Scarlett— he didn’t want her or Hunter to think of him as some stupid little kid. “No,” he reached for Hunter’s arm to stop him. “No, it’s fine, Scarlett was nice enough to get me a drink, I’ll drink it,” he said, almost uncertain. But as he exchanged looks with the girl he felt a little more confident in his choice. Taking the glass, he downed the alcoholic beverage and slammed the glass down on the table as it burned all the way down his throat.

Scarlett watched with an amused smirk as Blaine gave in and downed the drink. “Good boy,” she said, turning to the waitress and ordering another round on her.

Hunter on the other hand, watched with a bit of surprise as his boyfriend downed the drink. “Wow, Blaine, that’s, uh, actually kind of impressive… Not to mention hot,” he smiled.

The shorter man leaned more into his boyfriend as the crowds went wild for the person who was just finished singing and the emcee came on stage to announce the next singer and Scarlett heard her name come out of the man’s mouth.

“Excuse me?” She said, squinting at the stage.

“Oh! I signed you up already so you didn’t have to wait in that long line,” Blaine said with a smile, looking at her with a genuine smile. Hunter raised his eyebrows and laughed, nodding along.

“Oh, no, no.” Scarlett shook her head. “I don’t sing, no thanks.”

Blaine’s forehead wrinkled and his smile fell slightly. “Oh… I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to sing? It’s karaoke night, you have to sing!” he encouraged with another smile.

“Yeah, c’mon-- this is a karaoke bar, Red. You have to sing at least one song,” Hunter encouraged her as well-- or, challenged her. “Don’t tell me you’re too afraid to get up on stage and sing one little song?”

Scarlett didn’t appreciate the peer pressure coming right back onto her and normally she wouldn’t give in to such stupid challenges but with Hunter looking at her and with Blaine sitting there like he was so great, it got the best of her. “Fuck off, Green,” she said, downing her new drink and leaving the table to move to take her place on the stage. She whispered in the ear of the emcee to make sure they had her song. Taking the microphone into her hand, she looked out at the crowd of drunk people, butterflies in her stomach. She hated being in front of people, she hated being on stage, she felt extremely uncomfortable but she wasn’t going to let Professor Bowtie show her up.

“This is for all you bitches out there,” she pointed to the crowd before her finger landed on Hunter. “Especially you, Hunt.” She winked before clearing her throat as the opening chords to Bitch by Meredith Brooks began. Hunter blinked then, glancing at his boyfriend before turning his eyes back to her onstage.

I hate the world today You're so good to me I know but I can't change Tried to tell you But you look at me like maybe I'm an angel underneath Innocent and sweet

Scarlett’s voice shook as she sang, she wasn’t the greatest singer in the world-- Rachel was definitely more talented than she was-- but she wasn’t as bad as she thought she was. As the girl sang, she began to work the stage a little, feeling the buzz of the alcohol working throughout her bloodstream, giving her just a little more confidence. She strut across the floor and flipped her hair for the audience.

Hunter bobbed his head along to the beat, a slight smile as he watched the girl garner up her confidence.

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed I'm your hell, I'm your dream I'm nothing in between You know you wouldn't want it any other way

After the chorus, Scarlett was getting even more into the song. The hot stage lights were making her cheeks a little red along with with the alcohol. Placing the mic on the mic stand, she smirked at the audience as she began to sing the next part of the song. Making a scene of stripping off Hunter’s leather jacket, showing off her skin as she wore only a little black tank top underneath, Scarlett seduced the audience and they cheered for her, a couple of guys hollering over the music at her. “Yeah, baby, take it off!” Wolf whistles that made her smirk a little bigger, tossing the jacket over a stool placed on the stage for the ballad singers.

Hunter chuckled under his breath, sure that Scarlett was probably thriving and enjoying all the attention. Seeing her work the audience was entertaining and his smile only grew as she continued her song.

Scarlett’s eyes had found their way to her ex-lover back at their table. By that point in the song, all of Scarlett’s nerves were hidden by a new confidence that the audience and liquor had given her. “I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my knees.” She winked directly at Hunter, causing Blaine’s forehead to wrinkle.

When you hurt, when you suffer I'm your angel undercover I've been numb, I'm revived Can't say I'm not alive You know I wouldn't want it any other way.

When she was finished, the bar erupted into applause and all of those men wolf-whistling her once again, causing her to chuckle and take a bow. She grabbed Hunter’s jacket and slipped it back on before hopping off the stage and making her way back to the table, though she was stopped a couple of times and given a number or two that she slipped into her bra with a devilish smirk at her suitors.

Hunter was wearing a half-amazed, half-surprised expression when she had returned. She was amazing and really owned that stage, even if some of her flirting might've been deemed just a tad inappropriate. Still, Hunter was impressed.

Blaine had been shifting his focus between Hunter and the girl on stage, watching his boyfriend’s face carefully as he reacted to the way she performed. He couldn’t get a complete read on Hunter’s face just from those couple of minutes alone, but the amazed expression was a little unsettling. He shook his head to shake off the feeling and clapped for the girl as politely as possible.

“Way to go, Red-- The audience loves you!” Hunter said with a grin, handing her a drink the waiter had brought by while she'd been on stage. “I think Blaine did you a huge favor by getting you up on that stage.”

While Blaine found her performance incredibly inappropriate, he did admire that she swallowed her fears and got up there anyway. “He’s right, they love you.”

Scarlett giggled softly, taking the drink from Hunter. “Of course they do,” she downed the drink quickly as to not lose her buzz. “Yeah, Professor,” Scarlett said, looking at Blaine and reaching down in her bra to grab the numbers she’d accumulated on her way back to the table. “Thanks to you, I’ve got some prospects for a new fuck buddy.” She chuckled at her own inside joke, before looking at the couple in front of her.

“Oh,” Blaine’s expression went from vaguely impressed to mildly judgmental as the girl declared finding a fuck buddy, the heaviness of the word new going right over his head.

Hunter, however, caught her statement as soon as she had said it. Seeing as how Blaine hadn't realized she was indirectly talking about Hunter, there was no reason for the latter to say anything. “Classy,” Hunter commented, shaking his head. “Well you definitely got that crowd warmed up for when Blaine and I take the stage.” Thinking that since Blaine had helped himself to a drink, Hunter decided to take a few sips from his own. He'd be careful not to drink too much in case he needed to drive everyone home.

Scarlett couldn’t help but chuckle again at Hunter’s comment. “Classy is my middle name, Green.” She said, winking at him as she waved to the waitress to get another drink.

The use of the nicknames was beginning to really wear on Blaine’s nerves and this time he mirrored her amused laugh. “Ah ha ha, so fun. You two and your nicknames, so cute, what’s the story there?” He crinkled his nose, his jealousy showing only a minuscule amount. “You two are pretty close, huh?”

Hunter could sense Blaine’s tension but maybe explaining the story behind the nicknames would put that tension to rest. “Well, we’d gotten into an argument because Scarlett’s name is literally just ‘Red Berry’ and so I started calling her ‘Red’, and well-- my name is Hunter, so…” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t really expect the two of us to become friends since we started off on rocky waters but it’s kind of funny how stuff like that works out sometimes.” Internally he’d hoped that the same could happen for Blaine and Scarlett as well.

The shorter man listened to his boyfriend’s explanation, thinking it kind of endearing that the two had started off on less than ideal terms but had grown closer as friends. He would’ve found it even more endearing had it been anyone but Scarlett. But he could tell that Hunter really liked having her as a friend so he took a breath to ease his nerves a little, trying a bit more genuinely.

“That’s actually a really cute story,” he nodded, giving a tiny smile. “I’m, um, really glad Hunter has a close friend.” He rephrased himself to sound less accusatory.

Grinning at the boy, Scarlett chuckled softly. It took every bit of self control she had left to bite her tongue and not make some cheeky comment regarding how close she and Hunter actually were. “Yeah, really close,” she said, taking a step closer to Hunter and tossing her arm around his neck. “Best buds, right, Hunt?” she crinkled her nose back at Blaine, giggling as she took a new drink from the waitress.

Scarlett turned her attention briefly to the waitress, a smirk settled on her lips. “Hey beautiful, keep ‘em coming and maybe later I’ll return the favor,” she winked at the girl, who blushed and walked away with a giggle. She made a point to flirt with anyone she could, hoping that somewhere deep down it would get to Hunter. Though, she was well aware he was probably too dumb and had his head too far up Blaine’s ass to even notice.

Not that she cared-- of course she didn’t care. She just would like for him to be as uncomfortable as she was if, hypothetically, she did happen to let anything between the two men get to her.

“Sure, we’re definitely best buds,” Hunter replied honestly, feeling that he had never had a connection with another person quite like he had with Scarlett. “Do you think it’s a good idea to be hanging around me if you’re trying to pick up a fuck buddy, though? People might get the wrong idea,” he told her, though he made no move to push her away.

Scarlett looked at Hunter in the eye as he commented and yet still let her stay close to him, a grin quirking the corner of her lips.

Blaine’s brow furrowed as he watched the brief exchange between Hunter and Scarlett, letting out another chuckle. “Uh, why would anyone get the wrong idea?”

The girl looked at Blaine and then back at Hunter. “Yeah, Hunt, why would anyone get the wrong idea?” She said, not taking her eyes off of him. “You and the professor are very clearly gay for each other. Besides, no one here would ever believe I’d be with you,” Scarlett teased him, pushing herself off of him with a snort. “You wish you could get in these pants, bub.”

Hunter chuckled nervously, not having realized that he’d almost let his previous with Scarlett unintentionally slip. “Uh, because you’re hanging onto me and it kind of looks like we’re together?” he pointed out, maneuvering out of her hold and scooting over to Blaine. He wrapped his arm around the smaller man in a similar fashion, giving the girl a pointed look. He didn’t even bother addressing the fact that he wished he could have her. “See? Now it’s clear that Blaine and I are together.”

Scarlett laughed out loud, the alcohol clearly running through her in full force. “You’re such a fucking idiot, Green,” she said, placing her elbow on the table to rest her chin on her hand as she looked at Hunter, returning his pointed look. “It’s clear that you and Bowties are going to make me vomit.”

“Oh, shut up; don’t act like you don’t have a heart,” Hunter teased right back, assuming she was just trying to reject that he and Blaine were open about their feelings.

With his brow only furrowing deeper, keeping a close eye on the two in front of him-- mostly Scarlett-- he felt a bit more uncomfortable than he had the rest of the night. Something wasn’t settling well in him and he was beginning to regret coming out. He stayed quiet for a moment before he noticed the red ink on the side of Scarlett’s hand, tilting his head just a little to make out the tattoo on her hand in the dimmed lighting. “You have Hunter’s name on your hand...” he stated rather than asked. “That’s…” He shook his head-- what was he even doing here? “That’s great.”

Scarlett raised her eyebrows, looking down at her hand. “Ah, fuck my bandage fell off,” she complained, looking down and around for it briefly. After half a moment she gave up and shrugged, looking at Blaine. “Yeah, you know, your boyfriend will literally do anything,” Scarlett snorted as she leaned into the table as if telling Blaine a secret.

“Yeah, she took us out to get tattoos,” Hunter explained, feeling unashamed and comfortable as he shared the story. He looked at Blaine as he continued, “She got an actual berry inked on me but I was much nicer and chose my name.” Then he looked back at Scarlett with a grin, “I can only imagine your face if I got a deer trophy or something equally stupid tattooed on you.”

Scarlett laughed, rolling her eyes. “Considering how stupid you are I’m honestly surprised you chose something so nice.”

Blaine listened to Hunter’s story and his insides tightened with jealousy and confusion. He was confused at how lax Hunter was about having matching tattoos with the girl- especially considering the tattoo she had. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what the red string symbolized. He felt extremely tense and uncomfortable. But before he or Scarlett could respond, the emcee announced Blaine’s and Hunter’s name, calling them to the stage.

“Hey! We’re up,” Hunter said excitedly, taking his boyfriend’s hand and making their way up to the stage. “Feeling nervous?”

Blaine let Hunter lead him up to the stage, not saying anything until he was addressed. Raising his eyebrows just a little, Blaine shrugged. “No, not really.” He seemed less enthused about karaoke than before.

“Woo, Hunt! Shake that sexy ass, baby!” A drunken Scarlett called across the bar, followed by an obnoxious laugh.

Hunter laughed and shook his head at her, waving off her comment with an amused expression on his face. It was obvious the girl was drunk.

Pressing his lips together, Blaine was irritated. He was irritated that he felt so inferior to Scarlett and that she felt like she could just say and do whatever she pleased especially at and with his boyfriend. He tried his best to not let her get to him, taking a couple of deep breaths. Yeah, it sucked to learn his boyfriend had a matching tattoo with her-- that his boyfriend chose a soulmate tattoo for her, even-- but at the end of the day Hunter was his officially and that meant he had something the taller couldn’t get from the girl. There was something about him that Hunter wanted more than just some superficial friendship. That’s all the two were anyway, friends. He didn’t know why he was so bothered by her.

Letting out a soft sigh, Blaine looked at Hunter before they went on stage. He didn’t know what to say or how to express his feelings without sounding like a total insecure baby about it but he didn’t want to lie to his boyfriend about his feelings. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t feel as into this as when we first got here..” He shook his head. “I want to sing with you, I do. I just… want it to be genuine.” He voiced his concern.

Hunter hooked a finger under Blaine's chin, forcing him to look directly into his steely grey eyes. “Hey, don’t think about anything else but us right now. Forget Scarlett and her obnoxious comments or all the people at this bar; this song is just for you and me, right here and right now.”

Blaine looked up at Hunter with his golden eyes, he melted at the way the older looked at him, the way he spoke to him. He let his eyes flutter for a moment before he took a deep breath, a smile spreading across his face as the negative feelings seemingly rolled of his back. “Mm, you’re pretty good at making me feel better,” he said softly, leaning up on his toes to kiss Hunter sweetly.

Hunter reciprocated the kiss with a smile. “Good. I like making you feel better,” he said to him, brushing a thumb gently against his cheek and enjoying their little moment before they were ushered onto the stage.

Meanwhile Scarlett stayed back at their table, having a couple more drinks so she could achieve her drunken sweet spot so that she would be able to stomach the rest of the evening. She flirted with the waitress a little until she was called away again and Scarlett was once again left by herself. She felt horny and irritated and all she wanted to do was go back to Hunter’s place and hate-fuck him into his mattress. A flash of her riding him and reminding him through gritted teeth who makes him feel good ran through her mind and she shivered. “Ugh, gross.” She shook off her feelings and pulled her phone out of her pocket, sending a drunk text to the Clarington she could have her way with later if she wanted.

The song title came onto the screen and Hunter looked to his boyfriend with a silly grin spread across his face.

I Got You Babe by Sonny and Cher. A romantic and fitting duet for the two of them, at least according to Hunter.

When the opening notes started playing, Hunter grabbed a microphone and handed another to Blaine, the shorter taking it promptly as he followed Hunter to the middle of the stage. They stood front and center, though Hunter's attention was fully on his boyfriend. As the lyrics popped up and noted that Cher's part was first, Hunter pointed to himself and opted to take the lead. He opened his mouth and started singing along to the tune, although in his octave.

They say we're young and we don't know We won't find out until we grow

Scarlett groaned and rolled her eyes as Hunter started to sing. Of course he was good at it, anything to make him even more attractive. When the next line scrolled onto the screen, Hunter reached out to hold Blaine's hand as he swayed to the melody. Blaine took his boyfriend’s hand as Hunter sang, looking up at him sweetly, all of his tension seemed to have vanished and it was only the two of them.

Well I don't know if all that's true 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you

Hunter grinned as Blaine sang to him. With the next line, they would harmonize beautifully. Blaine didn’t take his eyes off Hunter as they sang, his stomach failing with butterflies. He liked the way Hunter had been able to make him feel better and pull him into that present moment to enjoy it.

Babe I got you babe I got you babe

Scarlett watched the performance with a wrinkled forehead, partly amused and partly disgusted. The way Blaine looked at Hunter made her want to vomit with his big stupid piss-yellow eyes.

The shorter man’s mind wandered as they continued their song, he imagined a life with Hunter and he imagined this being their song— them dancing at their wedding. He began to think that maybe he was worried for nothing; Hunter seemingly only had eyes for him in that moment.

The girl’s eyes drifted over to Hunter’s face and she watched as the room spun around him. She didn’t buy it, she didn’t buy the way he looked at Blaine at all. There was no way that he was more into that muppet than her— never mind she was the one who didn’t want anything more than a warm body.

As the couple continued to sing, Hunter pulled Blaine closer to him and the two swayed together to the beat. As the taller man gazed down and the shorter stared up, the rest of the world seemingly vanished.

“I got you, babe,” Hunter more spoke than sang to his boyfriend, the lyrics acting as a promise for him.

Scarlett watched Hunter through narrow eyes as he looked at Blaine, taking his lyrics so seriously. She sighed as she looked down at the table at Blaine and Hunter’s abandoned drinks, she needed them more than they did so she downed them and when everyone around her clapped she joined in with obnoxious hollering. She was actually really impressed by Hunter’s abilities and by the time the new alcohol mixed with the old alcohol she was semi-impressed by Blaine as well.

When the song was coming to an end, the music still playing on the speakers, Hunter pulled Blaine in for a tender kiss in front of their little audience and Blaine melted right into it. They garnered a handful of aw's but it didn't matter to him. All that mattered in that moment right now to Hunter was Blaine and vice versa. Blaine gripped tightly at Hunter’s shirt as they kissed and he knew he was 100% falling in love with the man in front of him.

When the two took their final bows, Blaine held his hand tightly, their fingers laced together. He pulled him close to steal another kiss when they were off the stage. He felt so much better in that moment than he had five minutes before.

Hunter smiled against the kiss, very glad to see that Blaine's confidence and comfort had returned after their duet. They walked back hand-in-hand all the way to their table.

“Well, well, well, look who has actual talent,” Scarlett said as the two approached, giggling softly as she reached for Hunter’s arm, tugging him closer. “You didn’t tell me you had talent, oh, my sister would be all over you.” Any thin layer of boundaries that Scarlett might’ve had was completely gone with those last two drinks. “And you, you did okay too, Professor,” she said, squishing Blaine’s face between her hands.

And just like that, Blaine was annoyed again. Forcing his polite smile, trying not to let her get to him. “Thanks, Scarlett,” he said, tightening his hold on Hunter’s hand as Scarlett closed in on their personal space, pulling his face from her hold. “You do know my name is Blaine don’t you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh, I know,” she chuckled. “You’re so funny.” Scarlett said before looking at Hunter, placing her hands on his chest.

Hunter narrowed his eyes as he looked at the girl, realizing that she was probably further gone than any of them would've liked. With her all over him like this, even he was getting a little annoyed. “Alright, alright,” he chuckled awkwardly as he tried to pull her off of him and keep her upright. “Looks like someone has had a little too much of that juice.” With all the drinks empty, he knew she'd had too much in such a short amount of time. He flagged down a waitress to get Scarlett a glass of water.

“But I have to agree,” Hunter continued, “Blaine and I make great duet partners. Maybe in an alternate universe we could've become performers for a living,” he joked.

Scarlett shook her head. “Too much? Never,” she leaned against Hunter as she looked over at Blaine and smiled at him. “Isn’t this great? Isn’t he great?” She looked up at Hunter. “You’re really great.” She squished his face between her hand.

With a heavy sigh, Blaine let go of Hunter’s hand and shook his head. “I’m going to use the bathroom.” He excused himself and walked away from the two, needing a moment just to himself, he was beginning to feel even more upset than before and he wanted to calm himself. Blaine didn’t like losing his composure.

“Uh huh,” Scarlett said, not taking her eyes off Hunter’s mouth, still having it smooshed in her hand. “You’re really pretty, you know that?”

Hunter watched with a frown as Blaine left them to go to the bathroom; the older man could tell that Scarlett’s physical affection was really bothering him. “Hey,” the man gently grabbed onto her hands and moved them away from him yet again. “Can you cool it with all the touchy-feely? It’s making Blaine upset; you’re sloshed but I know you can tell. What’s your deal? You said you’d at least attempt to play nice.”

Scarlett pouted when Hunter took her hands off of him and she huffed. “What? I am being nice.” She said, crossing her arms, her stance very child-like. “It isn’t my fault he’s some big insecure baby. Maybe he’s making me upset, huh, you ever think of that, Sparky?” she asked him with raised eyebrows, her words slurring ever so slightly. “Don’t see you tell him to cool it.” Scarlett tapped the taller’s chest with her finger.

With a confused look on his face, Hunter shook his head. “What has Blaine done to make you upset?” he asked, trying to think back to anything the boy could’ve done. “Signing you up to sing that song? You were amazing and the crowd loved you; you can’t be mad at him for that..!”

The girl looked up at him for a moment and she laughed. “You think I’m mad at him for that?” She shook her head. “Fuck, Hunt, you’re hilarious. Of course that’s not why I hate him. You’d know if you weren’t so dumb.” She gripped onto his shirt and seemingly tripped over her foot without even moving, almost losing her balance. “That wasn’t even that big of a deal-- I’d fuckin’ do it again!”

“Whoa, hey,” Hunter reached out and grabbed onto Scarlett, steadying her as he pulled her body against his own. He wasn’t sure what she was getting at by calling him dumb but he didn’t appreciate it. “Then I don’t get it-- why the fuck do you hate Blaine so much?” he pressed on for a straight answer, trying to look her in the eye.

“He thinks he’s so much better than me because he has you all to himself.” She rolled her eyes, pushing against Hunter’s body, the feeling of their bodies pressed together was overwhelming for her and she didn’t want any part of it. “I’ll show him-- I’m better than him,” she said as she stomped off away towards the stage to get her name back on that list.

Hunter was left by himself, the gears and cogs in his brain working to figure out what the heck Scarlett was trying to tell him. Why was she all caught up in wanting to be better than Blaine? What did that even mean? He watched her with sheer confusion.

“You’re in luck, sweetheart. One last spot just for you,” the emcee said to her as he handed over the mic.

Scarlett kissed the man on the cheek and stumbled up onto the stage, grabbing the stand for support as she cleared her throat. “This one's for me, because I fucking love myself,” she slurred, the bar remembering her from before and applauding for her, hollering for her as the song True Love by Pink began to play.

Hunter folded his arms over his chest, waiting for her to sing. He wasn't familiar with the song or the lyrics and it was clear from Scarlett's behavior that she wasn't just singing another song to get away from the conversation.

After a few deep breaths, Blaine collected himself before attempting to shake Scarlett off. Making his way back out to where he’d left the two, he glanced up at the stage, noticing Scarlett was once again up there. “What is she doing?” he asked as he approached Hunter.

“I… I'm not sure,” Hunter replied, his eyes not leaving the brunette onstage.

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down I know life would suck without you

Scarlett worked the stage effortlessly as now she’d lost all of her inhibitions.

At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an asshole but I love you And you make me so mad, I ask myself Why I'm still here, or where could I go You're the only love I've ever known But I hate you, I really hate you So much I think it must be true love, true love It must be true love Nothin' else can break my heart like True love, true love It must be true love No one else can break my heart like you.

As the girl sang her heart out, unintentional meaning dripping behind every word she sang, she danced around carelessly. The crowd loved her even more the second time around and she was eating up all of the attention.

Hunter watched as Scarlett more or less sang this song to him, and it clicked. As he watched her, his eyes grew bigger and the realization hit him like a billboard in middle of a hurricane.

She liked him.

Maybe she even loved him.

With the new knowledge that she might harbor romantic feelings for him, Hunter began to open up his mind. She was practically telling him through song that a future together existed. He didn't have to settle for Blaine.

Oh.

Hunter froze and his body went stiff at the thought. Was he just settling for Blaine because he had thought this entire time that Scarlett wasn't an option? He'd been told by Scarlett herself that a future together wasn't a possibility. Yet now, here Scarlett was, telling him the exact opposite.

The entire time Hunter’s head was spinning, Scarlett worked that stage, her singing in the background felt muffled to Blaine as he watched his boyfriend watch the girl on the stage. Blaine carefully gauged every single moment, every twitch, he watched as Hunter came to a realization that Blaine had known since the three met one another.

“God, she's so fucking drunk,” Hunter told Blaine, looking away from the stage and swallowing his thoughts and feelings-- putting them into a deep, dark pit in his stomach. “We should get her an Uber home or something… We should've just gone out to a movie like you'd suggested earlier.” Hunter waved down the waitress so he could settle up their bill and hopefully soon end this night.

Blaine’s brow furrowed at the way Hunter was suddenly so ready to leave and a cold feeling coiled itself up in Blaine’s stomach. He didn’t say anything, just continuing to observe the energy in the room between Hunter and Scarlett- he felt like a third wheel. He only nodded when Hunter had said they should’ve just gone out to a movie. Scarlett would’ve had to been quiet. “It’s fine,” he finally spoke up. We can just go whenever she’s finished.” His voice was quieter than it had been as his own wheels in his mind were turning.

When another thunderous applause erupted, signaling the end of her performance, Blaine shook his head a little. He didn’t understand what made her so great.

The girl came off the stage to join her friends a little less enthusiastically than she’d left. “Ugh, i don’t know how performers do it, I’m exhausted,” she said, rubbing her stomach gently. “And I don’t feel so good.”

“Usually people don’t do multiple songs with so much energy when they’re drunk,” Blaine quipped, crossing his arms.

Hunter just remained quiet, watching the two and their back-and-forth.

Scarlett raised her eyebrows, chuckling at him. “Well look at you, Professor-- so much smarter than me aren’t you?”

Blaine didn’t say anything, only looking away and raising his eyebrows.

With another laugh, Scarlett looked to Hunter. God, how she wanted him. “Hey baby, you wanna pay for mine too? I’m don’t feel so well,” she said, reaching into her pocket. “Gonna call Al and she if she’ll pick me up and take me to bed if you catch my drift.” Scarlett scrolled through her phone, squinting at the bright screen before she found Alex’s name. She’d come to realize that the next best thing to getting Hunter in bed was his sister. “Hey Alex, baby, you free tonight?”

Blaine looked at her as she spoke, looking back at Hunter. “Is that your sister?” He tilted his head. “I’m so confused,” Blaine mumbled under his breath.

Hunter hid the grimace on his face as he searched for his wallet and only nodded when she asked if he would cover for her drinks as well. “Yeah, they're sleeping together,” Hunter replied to Blaine rather flatly. He knew Blaine might question his distaste for jealousy, as Alex had before, so he followed up immediately with an explanation. “It's not my favorite thing to have the image of my friend and my sister getting it on.”

After closing up their tab, Hunter took Blaine's hand into his own. “So Alex is going to come get you? I trust you not to do something stupid like attempting to drive home?” he asked. Although the night's revelations left a weight in his stomach he didn't know what to do with, he knew he still cared about Scarlett. “I think Blaine and I are all karaoke'd out.”

Scarlett looked at Hunter, raising her eyebrow. “Don’t you worry about me, Hunt,” she said, looking him in the eyes. She looked vaguely pale and like she was gonna throw up but she kept her composure. She reached into her pocket for her keys, walking up to him and pushing them into his front pocket, not taking her eyes from his. “There, now I can’t do anything stupid,” she said before looking at Blaine. “Professor, I wish I could say it was nice spending time with you.” Scarlett patted his shoulders before slipping her hands into Hunter’s jacket that she was still wearing. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she rummaged in the pockets a little before pouting. “Gonna see if Hunt left anymore cigarettes in his jacket. Toodles.” She blew them a kiss and stumbled her way out of the bar to wait for Alex.

Blaine watched the girl with raised eyebrows, taken aback by her words and actions. He really didn’t like that girl. He’d given her the benefit of the doubt and tried to be nice to her and give her a chance but they just didn’t mesh. He didn’t say anything to her before she left, only opening his mouth to speak when she left after having made the implication that she was wearing Hunter’s jacket. “Is… Is she wearing your jacket?” he asked, looking up at Hunter as the girl disappeared.

Hunter furrowed his brow, also taken aback by Scarlett's actions. One minute she was practically confessing her feelings for him and the next she was jumping into bed with his sister. Although Hunter prided himself on knowing Scarlett pretty well considering they hadn't known each other for very long, the evening left him utterly confused. Confused about her, confused about his feelings for her, and confused about where their relationship stood.

“Yeah. I lent it to her whenever we last hung out because she'd gotten her clothes wet from some snow,” he explained, too preoccupied with his inner thoughts to really realize this was yet another reason for Blaine to feel insecure. Hunter and Scarlett were awfully close, after all. “She probably chose today to wear it to get under your skin… typical.” He rolled his eyes then, feigning disgust. In actuality, he knew it was completely within her character and she had just the overbearing amount of sass and snark to do something like that.

With the girl having left, Hunter reached out for Blaine's hand and took it into his own. “Can I do something to make this up to you? Flirty duet aside, this didn't go how I wanted.”

Blaine just gave a nod when hunter explained why she had his jacket. “Oh.” Was all he said. He didn’t much care for that explanation but he wasn’t sure what he expected exactly. Letting Hunter take his hand, he gave a little shrug. “I don’t know, let’s just… go?” He asked.

“Yeah, getting out of here will be the first step of shaking this evening off,” Hunter agreed, leading the way back to his car. “I know you tried really hard to be nice to Scarlett… for my sake. But, after tonight, I won't ask anymore.”

“It’s okay,” the shorter said, following Hunter back to his car. He stayed quiet the whole way, the events of the evening replaying in his mind. He let out a sigh before stopping next to the car. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his face a little. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” he asked, looking at the taller with his golden eyes.

Hunter shook his head. “No, no I'm not,” he denied, “She and I are friends and that's literally it. Maybe if she wasn't so jaded and abrasive I'd be able to tolerate her more but--” Hunter cut himself off when he realized he was rambling a bit. “We're just friends-- I promise.” He gave Blaine's hand a light squeeze. “I only have eyes for you, Blaine. I want you to be my boyfriend-- not her.”

Blaine wanted to feel comforted by Hunter’s words and the feeling of their hands together but he just couldn’t shake it. “It’s just, she’s clearly in love with you. She all but flat out told you that in there— and the way you look at her. The way you treat her. She asked you to pay her tab and you just did. She called you baby. She's wearing your jacket.” As he listed all of the things he just began to feel worse. Looking up at Hunter still, he felt extremely insecure in that moment. “I want you, Hunter. I know you want me too, I just...I don’t know how much. I don’t know if you even realize yourself the way you look at her.”

Hunter listened to his boyfriend. Knowing the way Scarlett was, this was possibly the first time since Danny that she'd developed feelings beyond a quick fuck and maybe she was having a difficult time dealing with that. “She calls my sister pet names, too. That doesn't mean anything to her; it isn't like when I call you ‘babe'. She's told me herself that she doesn't do feelings or relationships. Maybe she doesn't realize it herself but she has to figure out her own feelings and come to terms that I'm with you.” Hunter let out a sigh as he scratched the back of his neck. “She likes to flaunt the fact that she and I are friends but she's not in a relationship with me.”

Gently, Hunter pointed at Blaine, his index finger resting just above his heart. His demeanor changed slightly and he offered a small smirk. “You're in a relationship with me. I can't help that I'm hot stuff and seemingly everyone wants a piece of me but I'm yours.”

Blaine listened as Hunter spoke, sighing softly. He still felt something uncomfortable and uncertain deep down. When Hunter pointed at him, that sly little smirk on his face, it made Blaine chuckle. It lightened his mood just a little. He wanted to believe him, he wanted to believe Hunter so much. If he were being honest with himself, the taller had given no real indication on why he shouldn’t trust him. Maybe he was reading way too much into everything because of his own insecurities, maybe what he saw today was nothing but two really close friends. He gave a tiny smile. “Yeah? You’re mine? Promise?”

“Only yours, babe,” Hunter winked, his hang slinging around Blaine's waist and bringing him in for a kiss. He hummed softly into the kiss and when they broke, Hunter flashed his usual grin at him. “I don't go around kissing my friends like that. You're special.”

The shorter seemed to melt once again into Hunter as they kissed, the man’s kiss seemingly able to make him weak in the knees. Placing his hands on Hunter’s chest, he bit on his bottom lip. “Okay, okay, I’m just...I’m just being silly. I’m sorry. I trust you. Just because she’s in love with you doesn’t mean you reciprocate it.” He promised before leaning up to kiss Hunter once again. “Maybe we can continue this at your place?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hunter’s grin only widened as he felt Blaine become comfortable and at ease once again. The taller man happily kissed him back and waggled his eyebrows at the mention of going back to his place. “Mm, Blaine Anderson, I thought you’d never ask,” he laughed and moved to open the car door for his boyfriend.

When Hunter got into the car and started on the way home, he smiled as he held Blaine’s hand in his own. But still the revelations of the night weigh heavily in his heart. Although he wouldn’t let it show-- especially tonight-- Hunter wasn’t going to let this mess up his relationship with his boyfriend. He genuinely liked Blaine and wanted continue this. Even if that meant he liked Scarlett, too.

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scarlettsberry · 6 years ago

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Just Like A Tattoo || Berrington

Date: March 3rd

Location:Minneapolis

Starring: Scarlett Berry and Hunter Clarington @conceitedclarington

Summary: Scarlett picks Hunter up and takes him on a promised adventure.

Notes/Warnings: None

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she pulled up to Hunter’s place, she knew he wouldn’t be expecting her and she halfway hoped that Blaine would be there and she would be interrupting a date. The devil in her liked the prospect of pissing off Professor Bowtie. She got out of her car and went up to Hunter’s door with a little spring in her step and a bottle of her favorite whiskey in her hand.

She knocked a few times on his door before looking down, she unzipped her jacket to adjust her tank top underneath, pulling it down just enough for the top of her bra to be showing-- just enough to remind Hunter what he couldn’t have anymore. “Open up, hotshot.” She hollered, knocking a little harder.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter opened up the door, having been alone in his apartment. He was topless and his hair was wet, a damp towel around his neck. “Red? What’s up? What’re you doing here?” he asked, peeking out down the hallway a bit to figure out she was there alone. He glanced down at her cleavage, his face remaining as stoic as possible. His eyebrow twitched a bit and he could feel that familiar arousal he had when they were still sleeping together.

Paying no mind to the way his body felt, he opened up his door a bit wider and motioned for his friend to come inside. “Want a drink?” he asked, unsure what her presence meant for him today. He was sure it would be interesting-- that much he was certain.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett’s face lit up a little when Hunter opened the door, pushing past him when he opened the door wider for her. “Whoa there, you practicing for your new job as a Chippendales dancer?” She said, patting him on his exposed pectoral as she passed him by with a chuckle. “I’m gonna need you to cover all of that up and get in my car.” She motioned towards his naked torso.

“Also, of course, I want a drink, I always want a drink. Here,” She turned around, handing over the bottle of whiskey to him. “I brought the good stuff in case your boyfriend threw out my old bottle.” Scarlett smiled at him as she took a seat on his coffee table. “Now c’mon, get dressed. Mama’s taking you out tonight.”

Hunter Clarington:

“I just got out of the shower, stupid.” Hunter laughed at her joke and taking the bottle of whiskey from her. “And I always keep a bottle of this stuff on-hand in case you want to come over; Blaine doesn’t really drink all that much. He’s only twenty.”

He walked over to the coffee table and poured her a drink, but not before taking a swig of whiskey himself. “Where’re we going?” he asked, walking towards his bedroom to get dressed. He slipped on a simple white tee over a pair of dark jeans, pairing it with a jacket of his own to match Scarlett. He emerged from his room to join her back in the living room, slicking his damp hair back.

Scarlett Berry:

“Oh that’s right, I forget you like us young kids, huh?” She teased him. “Does he call you grandpa in bed?” Scarlett chuckled at her own joke before she happily took the drink Hunter poured for her, downing it and chasing it with a sip from the bottle. “I appreciate that you still think of me even with Bowties taking up all of your time.”

When Hunter returned after getting dressed, Scarlett gave him a small grin as she got up from the coffee table. “C’mon,” She grabbed his hand to lead him out the door and down towards her car. “You trust me, don’t you?” Scarlett asked, turning to face him as they reached her car, standing a little too close to him.

Hunter Clarington:

“Gross, no,” Hunter let out an amused laugh at his friend's joke. He didn't question anything as Scarlett led him to her car. “And obviously I can manage having friends and a committed relationship.” When she had asked if he trusted her, he grinned. He already knew it was going to be more fun for her if he was kept in the dark and in all honesty Hunter did enjoy following her blindly on her adventures. The fact that she was so physically friendly with him wasn’t unwelcome, either.

They got into her car and she took off down the road, the direction they were driving in gave Hunter no clues as to their destination. “We're not planning an impromptu cross-country trip now, are we?” he joked with a friendly jab into her side. Even though it was a joke, he knew it wouldn't be a far cry from something Scarlett would actually do.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett’s grin mirrored Hunter’s, knowing damn good and well that he trusted her. Ignoring the flip in her stomach she hopped in the car and started it up. When Hunter joked about a road trip and poked her side, Scarlett giggled at the way it tickled, pushing at his hand. “Stop,” She chuckled, shaking her head, raising an eyebrow. “That’s not originally what I had planned, but the day is young, hotshot. The day is young.” She teased, shooting him a wink. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep that in her back pocket for later. Stealing Hunter away from Blaine unexpectedly for a couple of days would be hilarious and probably extremely fun.

“No,” She said as she threw her car in reverse and started on her way towards their destination. “We’re gonna go do something fun and crazy today but it‘s in town. If I were kidnapping you and taking you out of town I’d show up at a more inconvenient time, like three in the morning on a work night.” She teased as she rolled down the windows in her car to let the fresh air in, and she smiled as she looked over to Hunter briefly. She really liked that he trusted her so much to follow her wherever she lead. She almost hated it because she knew he was getting attached to her, in turn she would end up attached to him and this whole thing was bound to go down in flames. But she couldn’t help but toe that line, playing with fire was fun. “I’ve kind of got you whipped, huh? I just show up and you get in the car with me. I can take you anywhere I want.” She giggled, teasing him a little more.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter wasn't sure a multi-day trip alone with the girl was a good idea and could be a mixed signal for the young man. Considering his relationship with Blaine was still new, he didn't want to do anything jeopardize that. It seemed like it was just a joke so Hunter didn't say anything in regards to this nonexistent trip.

“Any hints on this ‘something fun and crazy’?” Hunter asked as he draped his arm over the edge of the open car window. “And I prefer the word ‘trusting’ over ‘whipped’; I know you wouldn't steer me wrong.” He looked back at her profile and noticed her bright smile, his company definitely seemed to lift her mood no matter the circumstance. Along with her smile, just by her reaction to him-- her laughter and teasing--, he knew that he was good for her and she for him. Regardless of what she had in store for them today, he was optimistic.

“Take me wherever you like but if we're crossing international borders, you need to tell me so I can get my passport,” he joked.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett couldn’t help that her smile grew when Hunter reaffirmed that he trusted her and his words take me wherever you like made a forbidden flit across her stomach. Pushing it way deep down inside of her to be ignored, she let out a soft laugh. “Please, it’s more fun to smuggle you out of the country.” She said as she turned down a street. It wasn’t much longer until they were at their destination and she was parking in front of a small building with a neon sign lighting up the word TATTOO in the window.

“Alright, here we are.” Scarlett said, looking over at her former lover, raising an eyebrow. “You ready for this, hotshot?” A cheeky grin spread graced her face as she carefully watched his reaction. She half expected him to back out, mostly testing him here. “Unless you’re a chicken and back out on me.”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter had been left in the dark their whole trip but when his eyes came upon those big neon letters, his eyes grew big like saucers. “Oh, you weren't kidding about the tattoos,” he said as he remembered their conversation from the other day. He saw her cute little grin and shook his head with a little chuckle. “Of course you weren't kidding, it's you.”

Now Hunter Clarington was a lot of things but one thing he wasn't was a liar. He was a man true to his word and when he said he would get a tattoo, he meant it. He promptly got out of the car with a determined look on his face. “Let's go get ourselves some tattoos, Red.” He walked towards the front door, leading the way inside.

“Hey there,” a heavily-tattooed woman was standing behind the counter, a shock of vivid purple hair obscured half her face. “Got an appointment?”

Scarlett Berry:

“Fuck yeah!” Scarlett giggled excitedly when Hunter got out of the car, following suit and going inside with him. Greeting the woman with an awkward smile, she glanced around. “Yeah, actually, I spoke with someone named Bill and set up an appointment with him for me and my friend here. I’m Scarlett.” She said, introducing herself.

The woman glanced down at the book in front of her, flipping the page and nodded with an almost-smile. “Super, Bill will be ready soon.” She said as she marked down that the two were there, before leaving the room, seemingly uninterested. It made Scarlett chuckle as she looked up at Hunter. “Same. Maybe I should dye my hair purple, what do you think?” She smiled, looking up at him. “I should get my nose pierced again, too.” Scarlett was mostly thinking out loud, the feeling of being in the tattoo parlor gave her a rush and she liked it and wanted to do all of the rebellious things.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter watched the exchange silently, unsure of who this Bill person was and what exactly he had planned for the two of them. The uncertainty of the situation itself was both thrilling and nerve-racking.

When Scarlett asked about changing her hair, Hunter furrowed his brow. “What's wrong with the way your hair looks now? I like the red streak; it makes calling you ‘Red’ that much more satisfying,” he replied honestly. “A nose piercing sounds like that's within your character, though.” He tried to picture himself with a zany hair color or metal studs in his face but it didn't feel right-- those things just weren't Hunter Clarington.

While they waited for Bill to greet them, Hunter walked over to the books that held various art pieces that were meant to inspire. Many of them looked cool but he wasn't sure what he thought of them being on him. To him, a tattoo had to have meaning since it'd be on him for life. “Are we getting, like, matching tattoos?” Hunter asked his friend, wondering to himself what his boyfriend would think if he came home with Scarlett's name on his unmarred skin.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett looked down at her long hair, picking at the red bunch and twisting it around her finger, smiling to herself. “Yeah? You like the red?” She shrugged. “I used to have blue hair, you know, you’ve seen the pictures.” The girl chuckled as she watched Hunter go over to one of the books, following close by to look over his shoulder at the art.

“We can if you want to,” She shrugged, grinning a little. “You can get my name on your ass and I’ll get my own name on mine.” Scarlett teased him as she walked around to lean against the counter that held the books. “No, I know what you’re getting. You just have to figure out what I’m getting.” She said, raising her eyebrows. “And you better make it good, Hunt. I don’t need something stupid on me forever.” As she said that, a thought crossed her mind that made her life. “Like the Target logo on my ass-- though that would be hilarious.”

Hunter Clarington:

“The blue was nice, too. But I think the red is hot,” Hunter told her in a matter-of-fact tone.

When Scarlett revealed to him that they were choosing each other's tattoos, the man furrowed his brow again. He hadn't given it much thought and the notion of impulsively choosing an image or word that Scarlett would get permanently etched onto her body increased Hunter's nervousness. It was a heavy responsibility and he wouldn't dare make a mistake. Still, he knew that she was like water; she went with the flow of things. Where he was nervous, she was thriving. Where he was apprehensive, she was diving in head first.

“Scar, I can't just come up with an awesome tattoo design on the spot like this,” he protested as he turned to face her. He reached out for the strands of bright red hair sticking out from behind her brunette locks. “A tattoo isn't like hair where you can go changing it whenever you feel like…” he mumbled, twirling her red hair around his finger. He cracked a slight smile, an idea hitting him like a Eureka moment. “Wait, I think I just thought of a great tattoo?” He said, sounding a bit uncertain.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett didn’t move away as Hunter stepped closer, she watched him carefully as he reached forward to play with her hair himself. She liked that he was so comfortable with her, he liked that he wasn’t wary about being close to her or touching her. It gave her a smug sense of pride knowing that Blaine would be absolutely beside himself if he were to know what they were doing. Glancing down at his hand, her hair wrapped around his finger, her heart skipped a beat and she cleared her throat to shake it off as her brown eyes lifted to the smile spreading across his face. She liked his smile.

“Yeah?” Scarlett’s eyebrows raised when he said he actually had a great idea. “Perfect! Let’s do this then, babe.” She crinkled her nose at him, she knew he wouldn’t let her down. As much as he trusted her, and as much as she would never admit it, she trusted him too. Against all of her better judgment.

“Scarlett?” A gruff voice came from a doorway leading back to where the magic happened, causing her to whip around, an excited smile on her face as she faced the balding man with a very thought out handlebar mustache and beard combo. “Ready when you are, do you have your art chosen?” He asked and Scarlett eagerly nodded her head as she reached into her pocket.

“Yes! My friend here will be getting this but-- don’t show him ‘til it’s done.” She said, handing him a piece of paper. “And put it right here on his pectoral, right over his heart.” Scarlett instructed, patting Hunter on the chest.

Hunter Clarington:

It was difficult to tell whether the man was amused or annoyed by Scarlett's request of no peeking, but he nodded nonetheless and motioned for Hunter to get in the tattoo chair. “Hop aboard, sailor,” he said in his gruff voice as he looked at the paper that had the art on it. “I'll go make a stencil; be right back.”

“Why can't I see until it's done?” Hunter asked the girl as he removed his shirt, seeing as how his chest was about to become a canvas for the tattoo artist. “Is it going to be a penis tattoo? Or something gross like a Teletubbie?”

When Bill returned with the stencil, he had Hunter lean back in the chair. “Just stare up at the ceiling and we'll get this, uh, Teletubbie drawn on you,” he joked, clearly having overheard Hunter.

With being restricted to look down, Hunter couldn't exactly see the man working and it made him anxious. He heard the tattoo gun startup and it made him jolt a bit in the chair; he wasn't necessarily afraid but this was a completely new experience for him. He reached out almost instinctively for Scarlett's hand and held it in a firm grip.

“Relax, fella,” Bill patted Hunter's chest with one of his gloved hands. “You won't even feel a damn thing.”

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett giggled as Hunter and the tattoo artist both joked about the Teletubbie and she shook her head. “No, it’s definitely a giant cock.” She laughed before taking a seat on a nearby stool, scooting it closer to where Hunter was sitting. “Oh you’ll be fine, it’ll only hurt a lot.” She said as she let him take her hand, exchanging a look with the artists and sharing a laugh as they’d said opposite things. “Calm down big baby.” Scarlett patted his hand.

“No turning back now,” She grinned at Bill and then at Hunter, watching as the needle came in contact with his skin, excited for the outcome. Scarlett’s gut told her this was the worst idea she’d had since she agreed to be fuck buddies with Hunter when they first met, but it Scarlett was infamous for anything it was not listening to her gut feelings. “Surely the professor won’t mind my name on your chest, yeah?” She smirked, holding his hand tight, lacing their fingers together.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter was in no way afraid of needles but when he felt the tattoo gun first come into contact with his skin, he felt a coiling in the pit of his stomach he'd never had before. Still, with Scarlett there beside him he managed to overcome his nerves. It honestly didn't hurt but the close proximity to his heart made him a bit nervous. “Oh, is that what I'm getting tattooed on me? I'm sure Blaine will be thrilled,” he chuckled. He could tell by the way the artist was drawing the shape that this wasn't lettering.

He couldn't look down but felt their fingers laced together and it made him smile broadly. As nervous as this made him, it was actually a lot of fun and incredibly adventurous. Before this, Hunter had never before even thought about getting anywhere near a tattoo parlor. “I hope you like the tattoo I thought up for you; you might not like it at first but I think it'll be cool.”

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as she went back and forth between watching the tattoo artist work and Hunter’s face. “Yeah, no, he’ll be so hella jealous I got to your heart first.” She said before almost immediately flushing red, realizing how her statement sounded. “Ew, gross, not like that, obviously. But like, you know.” She furrowed her brow, shaking her head. “Shut up.” She said before Hunter even said anything, rolling her eyes.

The tattoo Scarlett had created for Hunter was relatively simple and small and only required minimal detail, it took about half an hour or less for Bill to finish up. Scarlett held Hunter’s hand the entire time, even catching herself absentmindedly caressing his hand with her thumb— which she promptly stomped each time she realized.

Hunter Clarington:

Scarlett's words about getting to his heart made Hunter beam with a smile so wide, it could cure cancer. He knew she didn’t mean it in such a heartfelt way, judging from her facial expression she wanted to reject it completely but Hunter knew. There was something in the back of his mind that wanted to speak up and say more to her statement but he decided against it. He kept quiet as the girl continued on with her little façade, her reaction enough to amuse and satisfy him.

“Almost done, kid,” Bill said in his gruff voice as he moved away momentarily to change colors and put the finishing touches on the tattoo. The entire experience was just short of an ordeal; the pain was manageable but it wasn’t Hunter’s favorite, either. When Bill wiped away the excess ink and blood, he motioned for the man to get up and go look at the finished work in the mirror. Hunter did just that, walking toward his reflection and he looked down at his chest. It took only a moment to recognize not only the object but what it meant. “Is that a raspberry?” he laughed, reaching up to touch the freshly inked flesh. A red berry. Scarlett Berry. “That’s so silly,” he laughed again, “I love it.”

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett ignored Hunter’s smile and stayed focused on the tattoo being punched into his skin, only grinning to herself a little when she was sure he wasn’t looking. When Bill was all finished, she let go of Hunter’s hand and stood up to follow him excitedly to watch the big reveal, looking from the raspberry to his face. Biting her lip, she clapped her hands and raised her eyebrows. When he questioned it, she stayed quiet as she watched the realization wash over his stupid face and it made her chuckle softly. “Yeah?” She asked, coming around in front of him to get a better look, she let her finger trace around the reddened area and a wide grin spread across her face.

“It suits you,” She said softly. “Kind of like me.” Scarlett chuckled, glancing up at him, shaking her head. “I honestly can’t believe you did it-- what are you going to tell Bowties?”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter looked away from his reflection-- which was difficult because he looked so damn attractive-- to the girl in front of him, who looked rather pleased with herself. Going through with this made her incredibly happy and even if it was a silly tattoo, Hunter knew it was worth it in the end. Besides, now he'd have a permanent reminder of her and no matter how much she might try to drive distance between them because she “didn't do feelings”, this tattoo represented otherwise.

“Not sure,” he replied simply to her question as he gave a vague shrug of his shoulders. “I'll tell him you and I got matching tattoos to commemorate our friendship.” Bill came around to clean the tattoo and dress it in a bandage, and Hunter allowed him to do so as he carried on his conversation with Scarlett. “It's not a lie and besides, he shouldn't have a problem with me having friends.”

“You're up, little lady.” Bill announced as he cleaned his station and patted the chair for Scarlett to take a seat.

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett snorted when Hunter said he would be honest with Blaine, knowing full well that conversation wouldn’t go as Hunter was imagining. “Good luck with that, bro.” She said with an eyebrow raise, shaking her head. She almost felt bad that it was so easy to get Hunter to follow her around the way he did, knowing full well Blaine would hate it. Almost.

When it was her turn to hop into the chair, she looked over at Hunter expectantly, waiting to hear where she was getting her new ink. “Where am I getting this?” She narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’re gonna say my tit just so I’ll take my shirt off aren’t you?”

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter grinned as he watched her get into the chair, seemingly excited to blindly get some new ink. Her comment about her tit made him-- and Bill-- laugh. “No, I won't subject you to that,” Hunter said, motioning to pull the tattoo artist aside to discuss his idea. He made sure to whisper quietly enough that Scarlett wouldn't hear them and when the message was received, Bill gave a nod as he twirled at his mustache.

“What a guy you got there,” Bill told Scarlett as he got his equipment ready and placed the red ink front and center.

Hunter approached the chair once again and brought a seat up to her left side, reaching out to take her left hand into his own. “You'll have to hold my hand with this one because he'll be inking up the other,” he informed her as Bill motioned for her to put her hand on top the thick armrest. The tattoo gun buzzed to life and Hunter waggled his eyebrows at his friend.

Scarlett Berry:

As Scarlett settled in the chair, waiting for the two men to finish up with their secret discussion, she felt excited. She was so ready for the rush that she got when she felt the needle against her skin. She also liked the thrill of not knowing what she was getting-- she trusted Hunter and she knew whatever he chose would be perfect for her. When Bill came over to take his place and he uttered his statement, Scarlett’s forehead wrinkled in curiosity. Quite a guy I’ve got. It made her chuckle out loud, even strangers thought she had him.

Her brown eyes glanced over to Hunter when he sat to take her hand, looking back at Bill to place her other hand where instructed. “A hand tattoo?” She questioned, smiling a little. “I like it.” Scarlett laced her fingers with Hunter’s and she looked at him. “What am I getting? Are you putting berries on me too?” He eyes fell to the red berry on his chest and it made her smile. Biting on her lip, she raised her eyebrows. “Do you really like yours?” Her voice softening.

Hunter Clarington:

“You’ll see,” Hunter stated simply, the coy expression he supplied her making himself laugh a bit. He could see why she liked introducing him into the unknown; it definitely had its perks.

When Scarlett asked about his new tattoo, he nodded confidently. “I really do, yes,” he assured her, placing his free hand over his chest. “I like that I’ll be able to see it in the mirror whenever I’m admiring my perfect visage and physique.” As he spoke he held his chin up, knowing his statement was sure to have the girl rolling her eyes. He liked being cocky and knew it got a reaction out of her every time he spoke on it. “I like that you didn’t go the general route of just getting your name or your face. This is… special.”

The tattoo gun shut off and Bill declared that he was finished; it had taken significantly less time to do Scarlett’s tattoo compared to Hunter’s. Since it was right there on her hand, Hunter looked down to see it for himself as well, looking back to the girl for her initial reaction. “It’s a red thread of fate. The story behind it is that no matter the time or place, the two that are tied together with this thread are destined to meet one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. So, regardless of wherever the fuck we end up, we’ll always be best friends and find our ways back to each other.” Hunter explained, reaching out to get a better look. The tattoo was a simple, thin band that went around the diameter of her pinky finger, a tiny bow on top. Along the outside of her hand, the thread looped into the simple cursive letters that spelt his name.

Scarlett Berry:

When the tattoo gun stopped way sooner than she expected, Scarlett looked to Bill with a raised eyebrow. “Done already?” She glanced down at her hand just as Hunter did and she listened as he explained the meaning to her. She’d heard of the story before but she never believed in it, she didn’t believe in soulmates or anything of the sort- even now when she knew deep down her connection with Hunter was no accident, she still struggled to believe in it. That didn’t stop her stomach, however, from flipping upside down when she turned her hand over to see his name written along her hand.

Scarlett felt extremely heavy and light in that moment, she felt the burning sensation running through her entire body- the feeling that only Hunter was able to ignite. She hated it, she hated him for doing this to her. Biting down on her lip, Scarlett shook her head. “You are so fucking corny.” She teased him, doing her best to hide the fact that she wanted to cry, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She wanted to cry because she felt things for and from Hunter that she wasn’t allowed to feel and it was difficult. Pushing at him playfully, Scarlett shook her head and stood up from the chair. “Thank you, Bill.” She then looked at Hunter again. “Pay the man, doll, I need to call my sister—I totally forgot.” She lied, doing her best to keep her cool until she was outside, finally able to take the deep, shaky breath she was holding in. “Jesus, fuck, Scar, what the hell are you doing?” She muttered to herself.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter had had a feeling before Bill had even started up the tattoo gun that she would try to reject it. He knew her all too well and that she didn't “do feelings”, but he also knew that was a load of crap.

After settling up the bill with Bill and giving him a nice little tip, he joined Scarlett outside after she'd had a moment to herself. “You don't have to hide the fact that you obviously love the tattoo I got for you,” he said with his usual cockiness. He was wearing his shirt again and handed the girl an after-care pamphlet. “I doubt you need this since it's not your first rodeo but Bill gave these to us.”

He gently reached out for her hand, bringing it closer to her to get a closer look. It was a simple and cute tattoo; great in its significance rather than its visual presentation. “It looks good on you.”

Scarlett Berry:

Scarlett sucked in a breath when Hunter came outside, looking at him and smiling a little. “Shut the fuck up.” She chuckled, taking the pamphlet and shoving it in her back pocket. “Yeah I know, lotion and no ocean. Blah blah.”

Her breath caught in her throat when Hunter took her hand and she watched his face carefully as he inspected her new ink, her heart skipped a beat and attempted to crawl up her throat to nestle against the breath she was holding. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t have words to say to him, so she expressed herself the only way she knew how. She wrapped her hand around his to pull him close to her without warning and she crashed their lips together in slow, passionate kiss.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter acted before he thought, melting into the kiss and reciprocating in earnest. Her lips were soft and kissing her was always amazing. Nights together in bed flashed before his eyes that reminded him of what was once too good. His other hand wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer for just a moment. Their lips moved against one another in sync, both especially familiar with each other. When he pulled back from the kiss, he felt something stirring in the pit of his belly. His boyfriend was an afterthought as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him.

“Wow,” he started speaking, a slight chuckle falling from his lips. “Where'd that come from?” He didn't know what to make of the kiss but he knew that he'd enjoyed it.

Scarlett Berry:

When Hunter didn’t hesitate at all, Scarlett pulled herself closer to him and she melted into him as well as she kissed him deeply. He still wanted her and she felt it and that’s what she needed in that moment. When their kiss came to an end, she stayed close to him, her hands resting on his biceps.

Licking her lips slowly, she took a soft breath, the corner of her lips quirking. It was like an addict taking a hit of their vice, she felt mildly recharged in that moment. Leaving her eyes closed, she wrinkled her forehead. “I don’t know, Hunter.” She said his full name, fighting the feeling of being vulnerable with him. She hated it. That moment of bliss from kissing him was over and all she wanted was to kiss him again, take him home and fuck these feelings away. “Sorry.” Her hands dropped to his stomach, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt, trying to physically stay in that moment before reality settled in.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter frowned when she so suddenly seemed to recoil into herself after what he felt was such a wonderful kiss. But he too had to return to reality and face that fact that he was already in a committed relationship with Blaine. While he and Scarlett toed the line between “friendship” and “something more”, they both knew they both would never be anything but what they already were.

“No, I'm sorry,” Hunter apologized as he looked down at her, his hands coming up to just barely hold her arms. Their kiss and embrace were both too short; something about her called to him. “I should've known better and made you get a silly tattoo and not something… meaningful.” But of course, he wanted to show her his relationship with her was meaningful to him. She meant something to him-- a lot, actually.

Scarlett Berry:

When Hunter apologized for the tattoo she rolled her eyes, finally opening then to look up at him. “Shut up, you know I love it even if it’s gross.” She said, sighing as she looked down at her hands, picking at his shirt.

After a long moment, she sighed heavily and shrugged. “I don’t know, I just wanted to kiss you. I like kissing you because I can.” She said honestly. “And your stupid magnetic field I get caught in and shit.” Scarlett looked up at him. “Maybe that’s not being just friends, but—“ All She did was shrug, she didn’t know how to voice her feelings and she didn’t want to admit she was feeling anything. She just wanted to kiss him again to make the conversation end and to curb her craving. Looking up at him and narrowing her eyes. “I hate you.” She said, a tiny twitch tugging the corner of her lips.

Hunter Clarington:

Hunter knew what she was trying to say. Their relationship was atypical and they had had an intense sexual relationship first and then became close friends. It seemed to the outside eye more often than not that the two were a couple when that simply wasn't the case. Truth be told, he liked kissing her too and this incident was something he planned to keep to himself.

“I hate you too,” he said with a fond smile, deciding against telling her they couldn't kiss. He knew it wasn't going to be an everyday occurrence and if happened again, then he could say something. But he wanted this excursion to end on a happy note. “Did you have any plans for after this? Maybe we can get a friendly drink together?”

Scarlett Berry:

When Hunter said he hated her too, she felt her stomach flip and it made her pull away from him with a grossed out groan, shaking her hands a little. “Must you make everything so gross?” She blamed him, mirroring his fond grin before answering his question.

“Of course, you’re buying me dinner.” She said, taking his hand and spinning herself around once and tugging him close so his arm was around her neck, still holding his hand as she led the way to her car.

Scarlett had no idea what she was doing but she knew she was fucked.

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