[Blaine watched them walk off, squeezing the pen so hard in his hand he left a mark on his palm. Holy fucking hell, despite his better judgement he knew for a stone cold fact he was going to jerk off to this very moment later on when he was alone in his bedroom. Stupid, stupid, stupid idea, letting sex come right between their friendship, but knowing that wasn't stopping the feelings. He signed his name on everything, walking back to the front desk, weirdly because he had a hard on that wouldn't quit, and handed the sheaf of papers to the guy at the desk who was still glaring at him. Awesome.]