Blaine's House

"Really?! What a co-inky-dink! I think I am too!" she burst out laughing, right in his face.

He, too, began to laugh, and immediately bent down to kiss her.

Holly rolled with it for a couple of minutes, then she realized she had arms and pushed him away. "What was thaaaaaaat?" she asked, dragging out the "a" longer than need be.

"A kiss." Blaine said simply. "What else would it be?"

She glanced around at their surroundings. Her eyes had this glazed-over look. "But why are we in your bedroom?"

"It was loud outside. Wow, you've drunk a lot! Maybe I should take that cup away from you?"

"Maybe you should," Holly said, practically shoving the cup in his hand.

He set it aside, and looked around awkwardly. "So, Holly."

And so, Blaine had taken advantage of Holly when she was drunk and had sex with her, and yeah.

And the next morning, despite a massive headache, she'd yelled and cursed and slapped and Stupefy'd and after an hour or so of that [and clothing herself] she had Disapparated.