That was all the confirmation he needed.  Blaine smiled a small smile full of adoration for the man sitting beside him on the couch.  They’d been so close to doing this so many times.  Walls came up, his conviction crumbled and usually he was the one to slam on the breaks, breathe in as fast as he could and change the subject.  But tonight?  Tonight he needed Dave, needed them, needed this.  And without so much as a single moment of pause, once the permission was given?

Their lips met gently at first.  Softness that was more exploratory than diving right in.  This kiss meant so much, as small as it started it was anything but.  Their lips meeting felt like turning a page.  A new, fresh one waited for him past all the ones with scribbled thoughts and jumbled memories.  Nudging him closer with a firmer press, Blaine’s breath ran hot against Dave’s cheek.  Butterflies.

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.