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accidental affection
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     Blaine’s affinity for finding any surface that could be hopped, climbed or jumped onto was no secret to anyone that knew him for more than, say, a day or two?  Today was no different. Even if it was just him and Seb practicing, Blaine was soon lost enough in their rendition of Runaway Baby that a desk older than the state of Ohio wasn’t given a second thought on being turned into a perch for him to vault up onto and keep on dancing.  His trust in the soles of his shoes giving him enough friction –because when do they not?  probably when the wax on the desktop was fresh enough to see your reflection in.– was sorely mistaken.  He hit the varnish in a fantastic slide and just–kept–going.

A loud yelp reminiscent of no! save yourself! in volume later?  The wind was knocked out of him when he landed, jarring to an abrupt yet not hard-as-the-floor but very awkwardly positioned stop.  On—top—of Sebastian Smythe who took the brunt of their fall with his back.  Blaine’s knees hit the floor on either side of Sebastian’s thighs and—  When did he end up hugging him tight enough that his arms were still wrapped around Sebastian’s shoulders after the fall? “Seb! I’m–!”  Breathless and panting as he tried to catch some air, Blaine pushed himself up on one wiggled free palm and stared down at the poor Warbler plastered between him and the floor. That was when his efforts for catching his breath failed.  Their eyes met, Blaine tuned into their position, the fact he had yet to move and blushed deep.  “Are you okay?  I–should get up.” Easier said than done when the smallest shift of his hips to try caused his stomach to spark and sent a static charge through every nerve. Blaine’s mouth opened, stayed that way then stuttered to say something–anything.  “Definitely.”  Any time now.