barry.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) That’s as good of a confirmation as any, consider me on my way. 

                         Barry’s bright grin of charmed amusement ( the kind of smile Blaine Anderson hardly ever failed to inspire ) soon turned into a pursed expression of impatience as he glanced up at the clock high up on the wall. His leg bounced on the ball of his foot as he watched seconds drag by painfully slow, waiting for them to turn to minutes, and waiting for those to turn into the appropriate amount of time it would take someone ( not a person who had been blessed with superhuman superspeed ) to make their way over.

( mssg » barry | sent ) Perfect!  I’m glad we’ve come to this conclusion!  
( mssg » barry | sent ) I’ll see you soon.

      Blaine used the time between Barry and his round of riddles that ended in a promise he’d see him tonight and the other showing up to tidy his apartment and put out a bottle of wine and two glasses.  Were the candles he lit on the mantle of his fireplace and the zinfandel too much?  Maybe.  He stood in the center of the living room, fists on his hips glancing over the place.  Teeth worried at his bottom lip as nervous excitement danced in his veins.  A sensation that was one part dizzy and one part grin inducing happy.

Hearing the knock on the door, the musician blinked and hurried over.  Barry was greeted with a bright smile and hazel eyes dancing with that nervous energy that made them all the more bright.  “Hi,” he circled back less pitched this time but the heat on his cheeks when he noticed his tone made them pink. “I mean–hey.  Come in?  Please?” Then remembered to step aside so he could.