emmett.
Emmett laughed at the other seemed quite jittery. “Oh? So that’s it.” He said looking up from his task to smile at the younger male. “Ah, it’s quite alright, sweety. I just don’t want to accidentally prick you with a pin or any thing.” He told him. “You remind of myself after one too many cosmos.” He giggled as he put in one last stitch and checked his work. “There now is that, better?” He as he admired his own work. Straightening his shirt.
Emmett’s giggle was contagious and Blaine couldn’t stop himself from joining in. Head down–he watched as Emmett did his work and couldn’t help from feeling a little pang of nostalgia in his gut at the sight. A weight threatened to crush his chest if he focused on it too long, so the thoughtful look that pressed his lips together and quieted him down was quickly palmed off his face. Back to all grins and the faint ebbing of a chuckle he drew up from nowhere–before he gasped. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I totally ignored your question. See? My mind is all over the place and I’m pretty sure that every thought that goes through it is in song from all the hours we’ve been putting in here,” Blaine was blushing furiously as he tried not to fidget. “Any sort of pin prick that I earn from not being able to stand still is well deserved and I promise not to hold it against you.” Standing straight again as Emmett finished up–Blaine looked at one ankle and the other. “I think it’s perfect. And I’m Blaine, by the way.”
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