dave.

Dave stared at his bag, trying to think of anything else he could possible pack for that weekend. It wasn’t like it was anything big, he was just going to be hanging out with Blaine and devouring ice cream – – Ice cream, he needed to pick up some ice cream, especially chocolate ice cream, maybe some more butterscotch ice cream too, but he wasn’t sure if Blaine would like that kind. All else fails, he knew he could get Neapolitan and have multiple flavors covered in one go. Maybe he shouldn’t over think the ice cream thing, it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

After leaving the house and then spending twenty minutes trying to pick out the perfect ice creams, including bothering the shop attendant about what their favorite flavors were and what their partner liked, he was finally on the highway to Westerville. “Siri, text Blaine,” he called out, grateful Siri worked hands free in the car. As Siri responded, he let out a breath. “I should be there in a half hour! Feel free to call if you want or i’ll just call when I get there!” he called out, and confirmed the send.

Blaine lit one last vanilla candle and sat it on the mantle next to three others before deciding that was enough unless he wanted to make it look too obvious he spent most of the day getting an already perfectly put together house even more–put together? Taking a step back and breathing deep through a crease between the edges of his hands, the sides of both pointer fingers ran up the bridge of his nose and crossed thumbs rubbed the curves of his chin.  Too much for binge watching movies and ice cream?  Candles didn’t need to be a part of the equation but doing all of this put the nervous beating of butterfly wings against his stomach at ease.

Otherwise?  He’d be checking his phone repeatedly to see if something came up. Or another twist of fate that he couldn’t believe was actually going his way for the short while it had been was suddenly back to not being in his favor and messed up their plans just for it’s own amusement. Reason One when his phone vibrated he smirked at it figuring he’d given himself some movie quality foreshadowing and mucked it up on his own by somehow willing the worst to happen.  Both brows rose when he saw the message and the worrying of his teeth against his lip became a smile.  He quickly called back not giving Dave enough time to blurt out hello–Blaine started talking.  “Eyes on the road, Dave.  Not on text messages.  Call me when you get here.  Sorry.  Hi,” he waited rolling his eyes ceilingward at how much he sounded like a lecturing, overprotective dad instead of a–.  Oh.  Yeah.  Phone call.  Right-right!