barry.

A triumphant grin dressed the speedster’s features. Indeed he knew of Blaine’s fondness of musicals, but he knew little to nothing about the context in which he liked to watch them, what kind of mood he needed to be in before even considering watching one, whether or not he preferred theatre over movies——admittedly, the seemingly casual comment had been but a shot in the dark that happened to successfully hit the target because from Barry’s perspective, Christmas time was the perfect context in which to watch some old-fashioned, black and white musical comedies as an attempt to enhance his spirits, readying him to enjoy what was probably one of his favorite times of the year. Now that he thought about it, that casual comment might have almost been a subconscious attempt at opening up. Guarded as he was known to be most of the time, revealing almost nothing about his personal life ( mostly because he didn’t want to accidentally give away clues that could lead to the revelation of unspeakable secrets ), he wanted to believe that was actually him making personal progress, relationship-wise. 

“My favorite?” Suddenly, from feeling proud about his own step forward towards emotional maturity, he went back to feeling self-conscious, invaded by the irrational fear that Blaine would find in his choice for a favorite musical a reason for which to judge him. Of course if he gave it proper thought, there was absolutely nothing reprovable about it, especially by someone who openly admitted to love musicals, but it was called an IRRATIONAL fear for a reason. Fearsome hesitation was soon chased away by the pair of lips pressed to his cheek, making Barry’s smile return. “Uh, it’s… Singing In The Rain,” he therefore answered at last with a lot more confidence that he would have before Blaine joined him, welcoming the glass of wine with an appreciative bob of his head. “My mom and I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid.” The other’s confession caught him while he was taking a sip of wine, leaving him with no choice but to raise his eyebrows over the rim of his class as a reaction. “You sort of missed me?” His smile morphed into a touched grin and his arm rose to drape itself around him, resting on the back of the couch behind Blaine’s head. “I mean, if you want I could just leave until you miss me for real.” 

Singing In The Rain?  Barry looking so unsure about his answer made Blaine cock his head to the side.  Why would anyone feel embarrassed about loving a Gene Kelly classic.  Probably THE Gene Kelly classic.  Grinning playfully, he was about to suggest that they search for it so they could put it on when his very night he was secretly relishing over was horribly threatened!  Feigning a gasp and a wide eyed, hurt look–Blaine snapped his gaze from the wine he was squinting at straight to the man beside him.  Dropping his jaw–round, hazel eyes blinked.  “You so aren’t going to do that.  Nope.  I’m not letting you go now.”  Chuckling, he lowered his glass and turned so that he could rest his shoulder against the back of the couch and lean his head towards Barry’s arm.  One hand reached out to clasp over an outstretched bicep and he plucked at Barry’s sleeve, eyebrow raising as he goaded him on.  “I mean.  I already have been..  For real.  You have no idea.  I had to joke about it because of the humiliating level of missing you that it actually was.”  Okay, that last part was true.  One hundred percent true.  

If Barry had any clue how many nights he spent wishing that the spot on the other side of his bed was occupied by Barry’s warmth instead of empty air, Blaine would probably crawl into a hole and not come out until the speedster promised to never make eye contact again.  After a brief pause where his lips remained smiling, but parted.  Gaze fixed on Barry’s but glimmering with unsurety–Blaine brought his glass up and took a swallow to mute any sort of slip he might’ve been on the edge of.  Instead of words, he let his temple come to rest against the couch close enough to the inside of Barry’s elbow that one jerk up would have him knocking his skull into his arm.  Turning just far enough that he could spot the remote sitting on the end table beside Barry, he gestured towards it with a wave of fingers lifting only far enough from his knee to be noticed and cleared his throat.  “Um.  I think we found the title of our first movie.  What do you say?  Or you can find any number you like.  First round’s on you.  Now, you gotta stick around.  Cause leaving during a movie you picked is beyond rude.”  See what he did there?  Oooh!  Slick!