fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 1,…good morning.
Blaine was used to waking up to a quiet house. Occasionally the only noise would be the soft music coming from his music deck that he’d fallen asleep to the night before. Just because the silence could be deafening at times. In a house this large and empty? That lack of sound could seep into his bones and twist his insides up with the reminder that there was no one beyond his door. Even when his parents were home, their rooms were in separate wings of the house. Too far removed that in the first few seconds of waking up, he’d’ have to remind himself that they were here. Music always filled that empty spot the occasional sleepover with one of his friends left on weekends one couldn’t come along. He talked to a few about staying in the dorm rooms permanently. Everyone who did, loved it. Besides, random weekend practice sessions would only mean a better victory at nationals. Something to think about.
Later.
This morning was different. The best sort of different he ever could hope for. Last night was the first night he had Sam for company. His boyfriend. Here. A steady rhythm of breathing next to him stirred Blaine awake rather than the light pouring in through the partially open curtains. Along his side, the warmth of Sam lured him to twist around so he could face him without a care to how messed up his hair was or how disheveled the night made him. Seeing Sam sleeping so peacefully, like he belonged here, was well worth any exposure of just how rumpled the normally dapperly polished Warbler could get.
Smiling in awe at how someone couldn’t get any more beautiful, long fingers reached over to run their tips along the curve of Sam’s forehead feathering stray blond wisps of hair back to where they belonged. A barely there hum and Sam stirred closer. Unable to help himself, Blaine impulsively leaned in and pressed their lips together letting Sam feel his smile that immediately followed before whispering against his mouth. “..Good morning.”
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