low key demands a klaine make out session because

// Ooo! So demand-y! So no more, mon amour. I’m on it! winkwink

Reaches over, and lightly taps his nose with a flower.

What the? A flutter of eyelashes gave way to a goofy grin directed towards the flower and then at the impish man sitting beside him. “You never cease to surprise me with all the weird but incredibly sweet things you come up with to get my attention. Hello, Barry.” Having nothing on hand to tap Barry’s nose back with–Blaine smirked and mirrored the gesture with the tip of his finger. “Nice to see you too..”

Barry made a fort, because he could, and what better way to celebrate the new year? It’s not like he could get drunk, and besides he got to cuddle up close to Blaine. That was a lot better than going to a club. Shush, don’t judge him. He nuzzles the other’s neck, pressing soft kisses, up to his jawline, and then to those lips Barry likes so much. “Happy New year,” he utters, before kissing him again.

Blaine laid on his back watching Barry in their makeshift fort. This had to be the most perfect way of bringing in the New Year that his boyfriend could have thought of. He’d been in New York City for several years now and did the Times Square thing, the bar thing. The high class restaurant with boring dinner that nearly put him down for the count out of sleepiness long before the clock ever struck midnight. That was checked off his list thanks to June. A house party with friends? Yeah, he’d done that too and ended up kissing someone he never thought he’d kiss. Which ended up in an awkward way to start that year. No, this was perfect and as far as Blaine was concerned? They could stay here all night.

A soft sigh parts just wettened lips as the kisses move up his jawline. One that hums it’s way into an enamoured laugh once their mouths part. “Happy–,” but he didn’t get the last part out before Barry’s mouth was on his again. Fingers tethered through chestnut hair and bare toes that were just wiggling thanks to the pecks curled in as he lifted his head to make this one last. Yep. Just. Perfect.

Barry didn’t even bother hiding the pout. That— wasn’t the answer he had anticipated. Placing his drink down to card his fingers through his hair as he sighed. What did he think. What did he want. Certainly some serious questions. “You’re closer than a friend,” he supplied after a moment. “But I mean, would you even want to be like boyfriends with me? I’m a mess sometimes. I said that out loud didn’t I? Sorry if– if that’s not something you’re comfortable with, I just—“

After their previous conversation where he told Barry the depth of his feelings–he’d put himself out on the line in hopes of hearing Barry felt the same way–Blaine was hesitant to bring up the topic again. Sure–in a roundabout way–Barry said he did. But ever since that night Barry’s roundabout way sealed Blaine’s lips on pushing what they were and who they were to each other. Now, with it being brought up by Barry and Blaine hinging on what he might say next? He couldn’t help holding his breath and wondering. Because hoping might be setting himself up for a fall and Barry for yet another awkward situation where Blaine said too much.

“Oh.. Comfortable? Why wouldn’t I be comfortable,” came his soft, breathless whisper as his eyes pinched at their corners and he swallowed deep. “Um. More than friends. I’d hope so. I mean. I don’t do the things we do with friends,” his bottom lip drew to the side as he bit the corner and shrugged. “I like your kind of messy. Your messy seems to match how messy I can be from time to time. Maybe we cancel each other out? Who knows..?.”

“You know, this might seem like a really random question, but it’s been bugging me for a while.” Cue the long, loud slipping from his cup. “Are we friends with benefits or more?”

Blaine’s eyebrows inched higher and higher
the longer Barry drank. The speedster had
him beyond curious and he wished he would
just come out with his question. Then wanted
to take back that wish as soon as Barry spoke
up. After licking his lips to buy a thoughtful
moment–Blaine squinted and cocked his head
to the side. “I think that would depend on what
you think, Barry.. What are we?”