Seven Minutes (for Dave)

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME  @karoskyintheopen
(random roll: 5, shy/awkward kiss)

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What were they thinking?  A bunch of people their age playing drunk teenager basement games?  Except they were well past teenagers and sitting in Sam Evans’ Lima, Ohio living room.  Drunk.  They were THAT.  Some more than others.  Blaine was two and a half sheets to the wind.  Three drinks in for the night.  A build up from the regular two it took to get him in the state he was in.  Or maybe Sam was going lighter handed knowing his best friend was..for lack of a better explanation a feather weight.  Happily buzzed, not completely drunk.  But one more shot and he might be crossing that line.  His laughter was light, carefree and content. Bright, sparkling eyes stayed pinched at their corners because he couldn’t erase the cheeky grin that followed each chuckle.  Until the first names pulled out of the bowl were..

“Blaaaaaaaaaine and…,” he could hear Sam’s voice question himself (or maybe the universe) as he read the second name, “Dave?”  Well.  They were years past what happened in high school.  Dave had become a friend to many of them and Blaine was an acquaintance that was friendly enough with facebook chatter and brief check-ins or congratulations. Dave even sent him a message to see how he was when Blaine’s status went from Engaged!!!!! to Single.

Still?  He didn’t plan on shutting the door behind them with the heel of his boatshoe and looking up into the face of an equally awkwardly smiling Dave Karofsky.  The walk there, he could see Dave wondering what the hell was going to happen.  Blaine just took his hand and squeezed it before he let go and the space around them went dark.  Blaine was close enough that his shoulder brushed against Dave’s arm as he whispered softly, “What a way to reconnect off the internet.  Two hours in, we’re both buzzed and..back in the closet.”  Horrible joke or a good one to break the tension?  No idea but he was smiling, his brows lifted and he shrugged a hapless, ‘sorry that’s the best I could do’ shrug.

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