“Y/N? You home?” You hear, as the door to your apartment swings open. You recognize Blaine’s voice and smile.

“Yeah, kitchen!” The door closes and then Blaine is leaning against the doorframe, grinning at you.

“Good to know you haven’t changed the locks on me.” He comments.

“Now why on Earth would I do that?” You joke, grinning back at him then glance at the clock. “But what’s up? You don’t usually come by this late.”

“Well…” Blaine trails off as he follows you back to the living room and the two of you settle onto the couch. “I can’t spend time with my best friend?” He attempts to joke.

“What’s wrong? Really? Didn’t you have a date tonight?” You ask. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“Yeah it….I’m just bummed, I guess.” Blaine shrugs. “It didn’t go so well.”

“Do I need to go kick ass?” You ask, miming punching someone.

“Your form’s all wrong.” Blaine points out and laughs. “But nah, it’s fine. It just didn’t work. I just wanted an actual date and she wanted something...less structured.”

“Oh, well, shame that wasn’t clear earlier. I’m sorry, babe.” You replied, patting his knee. You gesture to the drinks you’d placed on the coffee table. “Well, that’s what these are for then! Drink up, babe, let’s watch some space fights!” Blaine just rolled his eyes at you, mouthing ‘space fights’ to himself.

“You always know how to cheer me up.” Blaine throws an arm around your shoulders after the movie, leans his head against yours. You’d begrudgingly agreed to watch the sixth movie (he never lets you watch the prequels) and together, the two of you had almost finished off the case of beer.

“I try.” You grin back at him.

“Why aren’t we dating?” Blaine asks. You’re shocked and even tipsy, your heart stutters.

“W-what?” You flounder for words.

“You wanna go on a date? Like, an actual, for real, date?” Blaine asks, sitting up. He’s watching you intently, even if he’s blushing a little.

“We can’t date.” You say automatically, like how you’d told the same thing to Barbara, to Lindsay, Chris, to Aaron...to too many people. “We’re friends, Blaine.”

“Come on, Y/N. Just one date?” Blaine pushes.

“Blaine, stop asking, it wouldn’t work.” You reply, but it even sounds feeble to your ears. Blaine’s too close and too cute. You know if you give in now, it’s all downhill.

“But why? Just tell me why, and I’ll keep asking, promise.”

“Because I’m not your type Blaine! I know that!” You burst out.

“My type?” Blaine looks very confused.

“Yeah, your type. Tall, hot, and living most of their life in a gym. I’m none of that.”

“No, I guess you’re not.” Blaine says quietly and you’re shocked at how much it stings you. He looks up at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Everyone and their mom knows you’re not tall. I know you don’t like going to the gym but you’re happy how you are and that’s great.”

He paused and you open your mouth to say something,anything, but he holds his hand up to stop you. He has to steel himself to say what he’s going to say next.

“No, you’re not hot. I’d never call you that.” You were crying now and really just wanted to walk away. Blaine reached out and took your hand, not looking away from you. “You told me before that you hate when people call you that and I would never do that. You’re pretty, at the very very least.”

“You remember that?” You ask, surprised. Blaine reaches up and brushes tears from your cheeks.

“Of course. I listen, you know. To you, at least.” Blaine grins softly at you. “Honestly, if I knew I just needed to chug four beers to ask you out I would’ve done that a lot sooner.”

“You couldn’t ask me out sober?” You frown slightly, questioning him. Blaine laughs and rubs at his neck, suddenly looking slightly embarrassed.

“You’re kinda scary, Y/N. Not in like, a bad way? Just - man, you’re just gorgeous and hilarious, ya know? And I’ve always been ‘just Blaine, just your friend’.” He explains, tripping over himself a few times but powering through.

“But that’s how I’ve always thought of you!” You point out, and the two of you collapse onto one another laughing at how ridiculous you both have been. When the laughing calms down, Blaine leans over and kisses you. It’s not necessarily the best thing ever - he does taste like beer, you’re still breathing a little hard - but it’s nice and sweet and finally. When he finally pulls away from you, he’s grinning with a dopey smile.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” Blaine confesses and you can’t help but chuckle.

“My first team consist of a very dashing old-western type who just never can seem to dress himself properly and a very muscular jedi who learned the hard way that lightsabers weren’t meant for buttstuff, it’s Aaron Marquis and Blaine Gibson.” Jon introduces their team, earning a few chuckles from everyone before the camera shifts.

“The second team consists of two very beautiful warrior women, one of whom is a master linguist with a habit of pun-intentional humor, while the other is better known for her razor sharp wit and her ability to trip over literally anything, even her own words, it’s Barbara Dunkelman and Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jon Risinger and welcome to On the Spot.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that description.” You comment  to Barbara, who chuckles.

“But it’s true.” She replies causing you to pout. Jon finishes introducing and looks over at Blaine and Aaron.

“Okay, okay, for real, team names?” He asks.

“Well, we were thinking-”

“For once.” You comment, cutting Blaine off and earning a playful glare.

“As I said, we were thinking, and we decided on Team Jon Sucks But He Has a Cool Dog.” Blaine says.

“Riiiight. Will that even fit in a twee?” Jon asks, rolling his eyes. “Ladies?”

“Well, we wanted to stay super classy-” You start.

“For once.” Blaine butts in, smirking.

“Which is why we’ve decided to date each other and go for the team name Team Better than Boys.” Barbara finishes.

“Oh.” Blaine and Aaron both pout.

“Perfect!” Jon cheers and audience claps.

“Don’t clap for that!” Aaron whines.

“I always clap for pretty girls!” Meg shouts back from the audience and you send her a wink and finger guns, causing a few members of the audience to go from laughing to booing you.

“Alright, alright, we’ve got games to play!” Jon half-shouts. “No more finger guns!”

“But, Jon!” You whine.

“No! No finger guns! Let’s play our first game, Cunning Linguistics. We’ll go to Team...Better than Boys for the first word, what’s their word?”

You and Barbara watch as the word Skywalker’ed pops up on the screen.

“We’re going for a Star Wars theme here.” Jon explains. “Alright, who’s first?” You and Barbara exchange baffled looks.

“I guess I’ll go?” You volunteer. Jon nods and you take a deep breath. “Okay, so, you know how Luke and Leia are siblings, right?”

“Y/N, everyone knows that.” Blaine says.

“Not everyone.” You point out. “They didn’t, at first. Skywalker’ed is when you think this guy or gal is super attractive and you two smooch a few times and then you find out you’re related.”

“Oh nooo.” Jon groans.

“That’s the worst!” Aaron chirps in.

“Who uses the word ‘smooch’?” Barbara asks.

“Babs, shh.” You shush her, before you add, “It’s even better if they go on to date your new friend that’s way cooler than you.”

“Wow, alright. I...unfortunately, that’s not the answer. Barbara?” Jon says, and you pout dramatically for the camera.

“Well, I mean, Y/N is totally right but...Skywalker’ed is where all your arms and legs get chopped off and you’re turned into a robot.” Barbara says, faking her confidence about her answer.

“That’s still not quite the answer.” Jon says. “Boys?”

“Well, obviously,” Blaine speaks up, “Skywalker’ed is...uh, it’s...It’s when you fall in love with someone and then you doom them forever. Like, Anakin and Padme, or Leia and Han. You should never love a Skywalker, honestly.”

“If you ever Skywalker me, Gibson…” You threaten him playfully, drawing your finger across your throat.

“She’ll buy you a necklace! Neat!” Aaron laughs and the audience lets out a mix of laughs and groans.

“Well, none of those were the right definition, surprise. But let’s see what it is.” Jon announces and you all watch the screen: The act of having a hand or foot amputated.

“Ey!” Barbara cheers, and you clap loudly.

“You didn’t win!” Jon shouts.

“But she was the closest! She totally wins!” You argue.

“Well... you’re right. Points to Barbs.” Jon gives in. You and Barbara cheer again, amongst the audience’s clapping, and you shoot finger guns at Jon, who groans and swats at your hands. “Let’s see what the word is for Team...whatever the fuck the boys’ team is.”

Everyone grows quiet as the word shows up on the screen: wookiefoot.

“Wookiefoot.” Jon reads. “Alright, let’s go with...our obvious expert, Blaine?”

“Right, right. Wookiefoot. Wooookiefoot. Wookiefoot.” Blaine repeats the word a few times.

“Hey, quit your stalling!” Barbara says. Blaine huffs.

“Fine! It’s the ah, the act of stepping on a lego and the sound you make that goes with it.” Blaine finally says. “Like, ‘Ow, fuck a lego, ARARGAGH’!” The entire room bursts into laughter at Blaine’s pitiful attempt at a wookie yell.

“That was amazing.” You laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. Blaine sends you a wink, earning an ‘ooh’ from the audience.

“Not the definition, but you know what, five points to Blaine for that incredible noise.” Aaron and Blaine high-five and Jon rolls his eyes. “Aaron?”

“Oh, this is easy.” Aaron slouches back in his chair. “It’s when you don’t shave in a while and the hair on your leg grows down to the hairs on the top of your foot.”

“You sound like you have experience with that.” Jon comments.

“No, it’s just a common problem among people that aren’t me.” Aaron jokingly tugs at his collar, as if embarrassed.

“Riiiight. Ladies?”

“I’ve got this Barbs.” You tell her, before looking back to the rest of them. “Almost like Aaron’s actually, but, you know a Hobbit foot? Where there’s a lot of hair on top of the foot? Well a Wookiefoot is just a really, really hairy foot. Like, hair all over the foot, bottom too.”

“Is that even possible?” Jon asks. You shrug in response and Jon shrugs. “Let’s see the real definition. An "ungroomed" camel toe due to the cold weather.

“What?” You screech.

“How does that even make sense?” Barbara asks.

“Apparently, the toe evolves into a foot?” Blaine says, but looks mildly confused.

“I think I have to give this one to Aaron, he talked about not shaving…” Jon says. You and Barbara boo amidst the boys’ cheers.

**

“Alright, at the end of that game, let’s look at points!” Jon shouts over you all as you bicker over how the second game went. The points pop up below you: 46 for the guys and 95 for the girls.

“Ey!” You and Barbara yell together. The boys groan because they know what this means; it means redemption challenge.

“So! Our redemption challenge today is a little more...unconventional.” Jon starts.

“Aren’t they always?” Barbara jokes.

“This time,” Jon keeps going, ignoring Barbara, “only one member of our losing team will participate. And one of our winning team will participate as well.” You and Barbara exchange unhappy glances.

“What?” You ask, frowning.

“Blaine? Y/N? Ready?” Jon asks.

“You haven’t even explained the challenge!” You argue. “Where’s Maggie or whoever, with the weird gross food?”

“Y/N, shush!” Jon whisper-yells and you flop further into your chair, frowning. You look to Blaine who is looking increasingly nervous.

“So, um, Y/N…” Blaine starts, swallowing thickly and staring at the ground.

“Babe? You okay?” You ask, still slightly suspicious of the ‘challenge’ going on, but also worried a bit for your boyfriend.

“I love you!” Blaine blurts out and you can’t help but laugh a bit.

“I know!” You reassure him.

“I love you so, so much.” He says in a rush, and then suddenly he’s out of his chair and down on one knee. Blaine fumbles as he pulls a small box out of his jacket pocket, and finally opens the box towards you, a ring glittering in the middle. “Will you marry me?”

Your mouth pops open without you meaning for it to and the room becomes hushed. Blaine is watching you anxiously, of course. You reach out slowly and take the box from him. The ring inside is simple, silver, with a few stones in your favorite color. You gingerly take it from the box and notice, written inside the band in plain script is I Know. You slide the ring carefully onto your finger then look up, grinning, at Blaine.

“Duh!” You laugh, throwing yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and the both of you crash to the floor amid cheers from everyone in the room.

“Five thousand points to Blaine!” You hear Jon yell above the commotion, though you’ve stopped caring about the game.

“I think,” Blaine mumbles in your ear, “that I just won the game.”

“You say that, but I think I’m the real winner here.” You reply with a grin, then leaning down for a kiss.

“Oh, gross. Guys, come on.” Aaron jokes, fake-gagging and rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, asshole.” Blaine says once you’ve pulled away from one another. Aaron and Jon pull Blaine into a hug and Barbara does the same to you.

“Congrats Y/N!” She cheers.

“Did you know about this?” You ask, suddenly hit with the thought.

“Who didn’t know about this?” Barbara replies with an eye roll.

“I didn’t.” You pout, pointing at yourself.