Blaine, without hesitation nodded his head, mirroring Umbridge's sheepish smile, although there was an obvious smirk underneath that he was hiding. Nothing got by Umbridge though.
"Why, Blainers, do I see a smirk there? I hope you don't think you are going to be taking advantage of little old me when we drink this eggnog tonight. Because you know even though I may be in love with you, and in love with this promise ring, and in loooovvveee with the idea of you and alcohol, I am still a very nice girl, Mr. Anderson." She looked at him, as if she were about to reprimand him, until he spoke.
"Oh, Umbie. I would never think of anything like that! I want you to be comfortable so I can be comfortable. That's all. Because if you aren't comfortable we won't enjoy it. And I want it to be memorable for all the right reasons, not the wrong ones!" he said quickly, trying to soften the mood, without upsetting her further. He knew she was very tough on the inside and out, but she often seemed to put up a front of anger instead of letting her real feelings out, and on multiple occasions he had to calm her down from a fit of rage at someone else. He wasn't quite sure how she would handle it if he were the cause, so he was always very careful about his wording. He didn't mind doing so though, because she was getting much better about it. And she had been bullied for so long, he knew she needed some sort of defense.
She smiled at him, her face relaxing as she poured them both a large glass of eggnog, handing one to Blaine and drinking half of the other in one gulp. "This is barely alcoholic! You would think those little brats would at least smuggle something a little stronger in if they were going to bother! Tsk. This is not going to get me even slightly tipsy!" Her face slowly pulled into a smile as she looked down at her Blainers.
He had an odd expression on his face, half of his glass gone in one drink as well. He looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes even a saint would fall in love with, but there was a slight bit of worry in them, his cheeks suddenly turning very red as the blush rose from his neck and creeped its way up to his hairline. "This is… Not strong? It kinda seems it to me Umbie…"
Umbridge laughed heartily, throwing her head back as a few more "Dur dur durs" escaped. When she finally got control of herself, she drank the rest of her glass, grabbing the rest of the gallon jug and drinking straight from the plastic. She walked over to sit on Blaine's lap again, guzzling the drink in her hand as Blaine just looked at her with a far away expression, as if he had never seen her before.
"Umbie…. Uh, Umbie!" he took a hold of her hand that was not preoccupied by the jug in his after discarding his own empty glass, and looked her in the eye. "A-Are you sure you should be drinking all that? It's a bit stronger than you think… I think… You think… Wait, who's thinking what?" he trailed off, his hazel eyes going glassy as he looked around the room and shook his head quickly, trying to snap himself out of the haze that had formed all around him.
She looked down at him, finishing the jug and throwing it to the corner of the room, a bit of it spilling on the carpet beside her desk. "It's not strong! I don't even feel any…. Oh Merlin's beard!" She laughed loudly as she slowly patted her chest, her own cheeks going flush, although the change in color was unnoticeable due to her heavy makeup.
"What? Hey, Umbie! What happened?" Blaine looked at her concerned, unsure of why she suddenly screamed in his lap… Wait, when did she get into his lap? This stuff was a lot stronger than she thought, but it didn't do much good now. Blaine was a light weight when it came to alcohol, one beer sent him reeling, so he could only imagine how bad this would be. But he needed to sober up a bit. Umbridge had drank a lot more than he had, and he needed to take care of his Umbie.
"Hey! What's wrong?" Blaine looked up to Umbridge who was laughing almost hysterically now, her head thrown back. She was almost bent fully over the arm of her chair, her hat falling from her head as she sat up, looking directly at Blaine, her hair all a mess, and her entire neck blood red now.
"You know… You kinda look like this kid I knew… From Hogwarts… When I was the headmaster there… His name was… Oh, what was that little bastard's name? He was a cocky little snot… In more than one way, really…" She cackled at her own joke, a hand coming up to Blaine's neck as she spoke. "OH! Harry freaking Potter! That was it! You look just like him! Except he had glasses. And a scar. And longer, curlier hair. Are you related to any Potters?" She laughed even more after speaking, her eyes locked with Blaine's, waiting for an answer.
"Um… Not that I know of… But Umbie, we should get you into your room. I wouldn't want anyone coming in here with you drunk like this…" He made to stand up and carry her with him, but because she was slumped over him, he couldn't even begin to support all her weight, so he instead put an arm under hers, and walked her to her bedroom. She protested, but walked with him anyway, not having much choice.
"You know, Blainers. Just cause you are taking me to your room, doesn't mean you are getting a piece of Umbridge. I am woman. Hear me smash!" She began to stop as she walked, almost pulling Blaine to the ground, but by some miracle he stayed upright until they reached her bed. They both toppled over onto it, Umbridge on top of Blaine as she smiled down at him. "Why hello. Aren't you cute there on the bottom!"