Okay, well, Dave hadn’t been expecting the conversation to take this turn. Not that he was complaining because he absolutely wasn’t. Dave liked the idea of being close to Blaine, he liked the idea of cuddling too so this was a win win in his books. He just had to hope that Blaine wouldn’t grow to hate it.
He knew that he was on the larger size of life and he knew that he might not be too comfortable to some people but he hoped that Blaine wouldn’t mind it. So he finally settled himself down next to Blaine and smiled, arm curling around his waist. “I can be the big spoon, if you want.” He preferred being the big spoon, he was tall so it made sense but it also meant he didn’t need to face the awkwardness of someones’ arm around his large tummy.
Blaine held his breath until he saw Dave stand. Was he pushing things? Expecting too much when Dave was only being kind? But just when he was sure it was about time to go find a shovel and dig a hole for himself to crawl into? A hesitant few seconds was all it took. Given his past several months? It was hard not to think the worst. Even though he was trying his best to let the part of himself that did that go? It’d resurfaced with a vengeance and he was getting there. Day by day as current company has been telling him since night one.
Dave climbed into the bed and began to scoot near. Blaine decided it was okay to breathe again. He even stole a moment to lean over Dave and press a soft kiss to his cheek before stretching back out, his back fit itself against Dave’s chest perfectly. There was warm and comfort to be found. Right here. “This time? That would be great. I can always return the favor another time. Don’t think I can’t big spoon the heck out of you because I totally can.” Reaching back, their fingers were quickly laced together again and he pulled Dave’s arm around his middle. The weight of the world seemed to melt off his shoulders and he sighed against the pillow. “Is this okay?”
PLEASE GOD GIVE ME A PARTNER WHO WILL MESSAGE ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY WITH IDEAS FOR OUR SHIP AND NOT FIND IT WEIRD WHEN I BOMBARD THEM WITH CAPS LOCK FEELS.
Two drinks in and Blaine’s brain was already full of fuzz when someone at the bar thought it’d be hilarious to start a round of 7 Minutes In Heaven for the sparse crowd that was there on a Thursday. They all had nothing else better to do in town but belly up at Scandals and hope to drown out the boredom, get lucky, or be in a crowd where company, even if it was the drunken kind, was better than being alone. Blaine fell somewhere close to the being in a crowd was better than being alone category. Since, well, breaking up with Dave and subsequently seeing Kurt walking away with a man who made fun of the bowtie he’d proposed to Kurt wearing and, essentially, leaving him once again–alone.
He was just un-sober enough to figure why not as the tip bucket was passed around with pieces of napkin and paper with random mostly stranger’s names sloppily handwritten on them folded up inside. Hey, who knew? Maybe it’d, finally, someone else’s mouth might get the taste of Kurt’s lips out of his where it’s sat for nearly a week coming back to haunt him. Two seconds later, the masochistic part of his brain that never seemed to shut up lately had him regretting the idea. But it was too late and he had another whiskey sour in his hand, oblivious, to the fact that the person he’d come here to forget about was even in the building. Or how long he’d been watching.
“Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel,” the bartender yelled with an echo of cheers and howling.
Blaine’s mouth was hanging open when he jerked his head in the direction of the bartender who was already pouring someone else another drink. Hazel eyes were practically screamingyou’ve got to be kidding me! But the pale hand gripping the side of his arm and tugging his attention to the face close enough to his that now once he was tuned in, he could feel the warm caress of Kurt’s breath on his cheek said otherwise. “Kurt? How? I didn’t see you..”
“This is such a bad idea,” he mumbled as the door closed and the music faded to a muffled thud, thud, thud. All he could see was the outline of Kurt’s beautiful features and those bright, bright blue green eyes. Thud, thud, thud. No, that wasn’t the music. That was his heart hammering against his chest. Time stopped. He had no idea what happened in the next few seconds. What Kurt said or did or, hell, could’ve been fate doing him a favor by shifting Kurt’s magnetic poles back into alignment with his like they’d always been before.. Whatever it was? Blaine didn’t care.
Because the moment his shaking fingers were made steady by pressing themselves against the curve of Kurt’s collarbone would’ve been worth the potential disaster coming when he ignored every alarm, every flashback of nights spent in tears. How he didn’t know if he could do it again. That every time he told himself he’d be more guarded, one look from Kurt and the walls came tumbling down. Just like now. When their mouths met with the softness of an Hello, I’ve missed you they’d ached for but were only given a taste of outside Rachel’s. Hello, I’ve missed you, too. Come closer.. His heels lifted off the floor and he pulled Kurt downwards, tilted his head, breathed him in and parted their lips with a sigh. So much for shielding against the inevitable.
[ UNSENT → ALFALFA ] : I’m too hungover for this [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : Listen, Alfalfa, you think you’re miserable now? I can make your life a living hell. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : One last chance to delete and forget. Because I won’t. [ SENT → ALFALFA ] : I understand it must be difficult to think with all the hair gel causing your skull to cave in, but I think you’ll come to the right decision.
( mssg » miss july | sent) They’re deleted. ( mssg » miss july | sent) Enjoy your day. I’m sure it’ll be as amazing as you are.
//To people who might be struggling to catch up? I’ve been trying a way to keep motivated and it’s working. So, I thought if this might help someone else. Why not post here?
This weekend, I answered a lot of smaller drafts and asks. I tossed them into my queue list thinking I’d start publishing them after work today. Instead, I went in and reset the timers then started queuing them during times I was writing a new post. Every post I wrote this evening, I released one from my queue. If that makes sense? I challenged myself to never let my drafts go empty now as I write. That way each night, at least a few posts will go out while I am writing others. Then I can keep a steady pace as I pluck through them. This weekend it was smaller stuff. So I got plenty. Now I’m writing longer things and voila! Profit!
Blaine looked tired, so much so that Dave was surprised he was still awake. What with how dopey he looked because of the exhaustion; though he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit pleased that Blaine was still awake. He watched carefully as Blaine’s arm unfolded and his hand fell to the bed, facing up to the ceiling — ready to be held. Or at least, that was what it looked like. Dave did step in a little closer and took a seat closer to the bed, fingers lacing in with Blaine’s a little cautiously. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I don’t wanna intrude.”
Tired? Very much. But not going down without a fight. Having company that was uniquely Dave (removed from all things New York and everything that happened there) was something Blaine was beginning to treasure, look forward to and rely on. When he’d told himself maybe relying on people was the last thing he should do. Yet, here we are. Nature is hard to break..
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he smiled from underneath his palm and wrist. His gaze went soft. “Yes, I’m sure.” No sooner did he open his gaze back up and find Dave’s than Dave’s hand was slipping into his. Blaine’s fingers instantly curled through his fingers and gave him a gentle tug. “I’ll even let you pick which size of spoon you prefer,” his grin went lopsided teasing him just to earn a smile. “Cause that’s kinda my thing and no one is immune.”
( mssg » puck | sent) you knwo what’s crazy? likecrazier than crazy? ( mssg » puck | sent) That you and me? we barely talk when I think that we have mroe in common than we realize. ( mssg » puck | sent) I was sittign here thinking and I was liek out of all the people who would probably GET IT t ( mssg » puck | sent) hat person would be you. you know? ( mssg » puck | sent) I’m here drinking by myslef whe I could be drinking with a friend who undrestands and would probably appreciate twof or one Sunday properly for a chanrge. ( mssg » puck | sent) that friend is you by the way. youshould come here.
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