I don't own them, RIB and FOX do, damn them. In case it isn't obvious, this is meant to be between S2 and S3.

Blaine had just left the organizational meeting for this summer's performers; the director-person was a friend of the Christmas show's director, so he was comfortable with the managerial style. He was almost to his car when his hand was grabbed by the girl who was sort of his counterpart.
"Wanna get dinner with me before you head home?"
Extricating his hand, he pushed the unlock button on the key-fob, getting into the driver's seat.
"No thanks, I have somewhere to be."
Blinking quickly, obviously trying to flutter her over-mascaraed lashes, she simpered, "Well, see you tomorrow, then."

The next day was the first day of run-throughs, making sure that people wouldn't dance into a stage pillar or a prop, and during one of the dances, he felt at least seven pinches on his ass, and a few girls rubbed his biceps rather than just gripping his arm a bit to steady their turns.
The same girl, with one of her friends, it seemed, followed him to his car that evening also.
"There's a community center thing where they set up a karaoke machine in the gym, so its like a dance and concert in one. Want to come with?"
"Please? It looks like so much fun, but we don't want to go without a date of some sort."
Trying to be as delicate as possible, he answered, "Sorry, I'm taken."
"Who's going to know, you don't have curfew until at least 10, right?"
"I need to get going."

When Blaine showed up at the Hudmel house that evening to have dinner, then sit with Kurt and watch the fireflies, he barely kept his annoyance in until Kurt asked what was wrong.
"You're so tense, Blaine, your shoulder feels like solid rock, and therefore not very comfy. Want to switch spots and I'll give you a shoulder rub?"
Nodding, Blaine scooted out from behind Kurt, then settled halfway in his lap.
"So what had you so tense?"
"Oh, that feels nice...Is your Born This Way shirt clean?"
"Why?" then it occured to him, "The girls are hitting on you a bit too hard."
"I'm going to have a bruise on my left buttcheek from all the pinches, and they kept caressing my arms."
"I don't blame them for their appreciation, but you're mine. I think I wore it for a little while after I washed my hair, not worth dripping on nice clothes, so its pretty clean. There's enough whites it wouldn't hurt to do a load."
"No need. Can I have it for my rehearsal shirt? At least for the next couple days?"
"OK. Want a hickey or two also?"
"You know how much I like my neck nibbled..."
"Hmmm..."