“…Blaine. What are you doing here?” Sebastian froze. He had just been coming back home, take out bags in hands, and he stopped dead on the hallway as he saw Blaine standing there, in front of his doorstep, with what looked like — was that a BOUQUET OF ROSES? And looking like he didn’t know if he should knock or not. Sebastian sighed, something heavy in his chest. Ever since his accident, when he had seen Blaine again, it had been hard getting him out of his head, but he’d tried. He’d ignored Blaine’s call, until the last one, when Sebastian had picked up, and told him — ”I told you. I told you last time, and I meant it Blaine. I told you to either finally PICK” me, finally pick me, “or leave me alone. I meant it.” He repeated, shoulders bunched tight, and eyes braced for rejection. “You can’t be here for that so….” Only Blaine was smiling, why was he smiling?! Sebastian stood there, mouth agape, and for the longest time, he just let his eyes stare into Blaine’s ones. And then a shiver came over him. “You…” His voice was suddenly rough, dried out like his throat with emotion coiling in it like a spike. “You did it?” It was soft, scared still, as though Sebastian was dreading to have any amount of HOPE. “…. You picked me?”
Catch your breath. Don’t pass out. The last thing you need is for him to open the door for work in the morning and you laying there in a pile of wilting roses passed out. “Breathe. I can do this. If I just breathe.” Blaine parted his lips and exhaled slowly, his breath hot across wettened lips that he couldn’t stop chewing on as he stared down at his hand loosely curled into a fist ready to knock but frozen in fear right next to the woodgrain. The roses were held in a careful, tight fist and their smell–however gorgeous in the shop it’d been–was overwhelming him to the point of nausea. He’d made his choice. Felt his heart picking up into a thundering beat against the walls of his chest that drummed louder, louder, LOUDER the closer his steps brought him to where he stood. Unanswered calls. Unanswered texts. And yet.. Blaine made his choice and it was to be standing here ready to lay his heart on his sleeve and beg for a simple yes. Yes, Sebastian still wanted him. Yes, he’d made the right decision coming here. Yes. They could finally begin.
His blood turned to ice when the chance was taken away from him. But then his heart took over and he turned staring up into a disbelieving pair of eyes while the roses touched his cheek velvet soft and grounding. The words stung because they were agony when he heard them the first time but he was still smiling. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes, all he could do was bow his head in a slow nod. “I..,” he had to cough to clear his voice, “I picked you. I want you. Please? If you’ll have me. If I haven’t ruined us. Or waited too long? I want to be here..with you.” All he could do was wait. Biting his lip–he curled his toes towards the soles of his shoes and waited.
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