ian. @breaksheart

         Initially Ian hadn’t been expecting much to come of his shivering. Most of the time when the weather didn’t suit his outfit choice, he dealt with it. Now he could of grabbed a coat on the way out, thought ahead, made a rational choice —– but what did it matter now ?  He was cold, he’d done it to himself, he’d deal.          Except he didn’t get the chance to make such a decision. Before he could settle with the fact that he’d be cold the rest of the night, Blaine was practically demanding he take his jacket. “ Then you’ll be cold. You realize that, right ? Bad survival skills. Ever notice how they say to save your own life before someone elses ?” it was instinct for him to protest in that manner, but that didn’t make either of them stop the ginger from slipping Blaine’s coat over his shoulders.

      Blaine kept watching Ian from the corners of his eyes.  He knew that Ian should’ve grabbed a jacket.  So said the weather forecast and the sudden hit and miss heat of fall settling into Chicago.  One minute it could be hot as heck, the other?  You’d think you were in the tail end of October and about to freeze. The Windy City never failed to live up to it’s namesake.  But he had a cardigan on underneath his coat and a light scarf wrapped around his neck to polish off his put together look.  Honestly, giving one layer over to Ian’s comfort was pretty much embedded into Blaine’s DNA.  Which is why he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he offered it.  A triumphant grin twitched the edges of his lips upwards when he won in the end.  (Like there was any other possible outcome if Blaine was truly insistent about something like someone else’s well being.) “I’m going to be fine.  I promise.  Plus!  It looks good on you.”  Who needed a coat when the heat on your face was making up for the lack of one?

“So.. Are you going to let me buy us coffee?  Now that I know you aren’t going to freeze the whole walk there.”