“Hey, it’s cool,” Tate assured. “We’re cool.” On the other hand of things, Tate wasn’t nearly as sure how he felt. He seemed to have that problem a lot, with most things, not just romance. “I have to be honest, I’ve never really thought about being with a guy before. I mean, I’ve thought about Kurt Cobain but that’s different, he’s a celebrity.” Was. Was a celebrity. Tate didn’t correct himself, instead laughing, a nervous waver lacing it and making it sound the slightest bit strained. Flaming embers were flicked down into the dewy grass below them before he returned the butt of his cigarette back to his lips. He still hadn’t moved his hand out from underneath Blaine’s. “Ma doesn’t like gay people. She says uh, says they’re ‘an abomination of God’ — whatever that means — so I’ve never really considered it an option.” Tate couldn’t help but think about this as some sort of revenge on his mother ; But it truly wasn’t just that. He liked Blaine. A lot. “You can kiss me if you want to.”
“OhthankGod,” his relief was let go in one long exhale of release. Blaine was making friends at school but they were nothing like Tate. Not a single one made him so excited to spend time together the way the other boy did. He couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like for Tate to be there throughout the day. An impossible dream seeing as how Tate was expelled but it’d make the days even better. Hearing Tate’s mother’s stance on gay people stung but it was a bite that he wasn’t unfamiliar with. Unfortunately. “Well. Ignorance breeds fear. Fear breeds judgement. Sorry your mother feels that way,” his fingertips curled against the top of Tate’s hand and the offer caught him off guard. Dragging both their hands up to rest against his knee, he felt his face heat up. Still not diving off the ledge but moving closer to it by curiously inching in, his head tilted and he glanced down to Tate’s lips and back and he smiled but wow..his pulse was pounding. It wasn’t something that he hadn’t imagined more times than he’d ever admit to. ‘Want to’ was an understatement. But nerves got the best of him. “..I.. Are you sure it’s okay? I really like you..a lot. But I don’t want to ruin things either.”
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