The front door was already left open to let the a cool breeze into Blaine’s home in Westerville. Dave’s invitation to come in whenever he got there was already sent via text before Blaine cut him off so he could make the drive safely. Long, off white curtains billowed with the air inside the music room adjacent to the foyer.  Close enough that Blaine might’ve heard him come in if the piano wasn’t the object of most of his attention.  Today was the first day he could touch it without his hands shaking.  Music that he made filled his ears and it felt like coming home.

A hesitant shadow caught his attention by the doorframe.  Enough that he flicked a curious glance towards it only to see David leaning against it watching.  With no clue how long he’s been there, Blaine’s olive skin flushed a soft pink and his chin lifted to catch up with his gaze now aimed in that direction.  An easy smile curved his lips and the music paused long enough for him to whisper, “You made it.  How long have you been here?  You could have thrown something at me to get my attention.  I just..it’s been a while and,” his breath left through his nose as his lips pinched together and he shrugged just once happy to be happy.  It was as simple as that.

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