Even Dave’s plea of ‘babe’ didn’t kick him out of his utterly dismal mood. Brought on by lack of sleep thanks to his entire face feeling on fire, fuzzy and plugged up. He couldn’t get comfortable in any position and his chest felt like it was in cinders by how hard he’d been coughing. He’d bit through the antibiotics. Managed to keep them down even. Blaine knew inside the bottle of thick, syrupy gross that Dave held was the means of taking care of seventy-five percent of his issues. However, this awfulness didn’t do him any favor and left his tastebuds fully functioning.

A red tipped nose scrunched up so badly Blaine’s eyes shut and he waved at the bottle like the devil was sticking his head out of the top. “Just kill me. You’d be doing me a favor,” he sank back down into the pillows blindly lifting his hand out of the covers and scrunching his fingers back and forth towards his palm. His means of sort of giving in ~~cause he could totally change his mind still~~. Who knows? Maybe Dave got lucky this time?

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.

❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

damagebuilt:

sickness starters ( accepting )

“Babe, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s not that bad and you need to take it if you want to get better.” Dave had certainly signed up for over the top dramatic-esque attitude from Blaine when they started dating but this was taking it to a whole new level. Nobody liked taking medicine but they had to, if they had any hopes of getting better.

dave.

Dave couldn’t help but laugh at Blaine’s over-selling of his big spoon game. It was easily the most adorable thing he’d ever heard in his life, though he wasn’t going to say anything just yet. He didn’t want to ruin the moment right now. It was much too nice and if he said anything, he had a feeling that he might say something that could completely ruin all of it. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be close to Blaine, he wanted to enjoy the closeness and the intimacy. He wanted to enjoy feeling good for once in his life. With someone that understood what he’d been through, with someone that didn’t judge him for his past.

He never would have imagined getting this lucky in all of his life but here he was, with Blaine tucked in against his chest and their hands laced together. This was something he could have only dreamt of just a few years back. Things were changing and for the better. His heart raced a little faster as Blaine began to press kisses to his knuckles and he squeezed Blaine’s hand gently, cheeks bright pink. “I’m really, really, happy with you.” Dave said quietly, ducking his head to press a few gentle kisses to Blaine’s shoulder and neck. “I’ve never been so happy.”

Hearing Dave whisper how happy he was made Blaine feel as if he were light as air. A soft smile was pressed against the pillow, his nose brushing over the soft fabric. The happiness beamed out of him in his voice, a cracked and content. “Good. The one thing I want to make sure I’m doing right is making you happy. After all you’ve done for me.” Feeling the nearness of fingertips near his lips, Blaine felt his pulse pick up as he kissed over them and brought the velvet caress of his lips to a pause of warm breath ghosting over the moisture his pecks. “You make me happy, too.”

Goosebumps chased after Dave’s kisses. His neck a weakspot that made him shudder. “You are? Good..” Letting his foot slide back, he hooked it over Dave’s calf and scooted it forward to tangle their legs together. A flex of his fingers brought Dave’s hand up over his cheek and turned his head back just enough to trace the lines inside his palm with his lips, nose, breath. Oh, this felt far too good. “I’m so glad for that night. You know that?” Words muttered, nearly muffled against skin covering Dave’s wrist. Then nothing but a quiet hum when his pulse picked up to a rabbit’s foot pace. The warmth of his lips wrapped around Dave’s thumb and he took it between them indulging himself with a taste of his skin. Having a moment like this after pushing it off for so long? How could he not?

dave.

As soon as those lips touched his cheek, Dave felt the blush rise fast. It made his whole body feel warm and it made his stomach twist in an familiar and slightly nerve-wracking way. But he liked it. He liked the feeling that he got when he was with Blaine. He liked how Blaine made him feel. He felt better about himself when he was here, when he was with someone that understood him.

A little laugh rumbled in his chest when Blaine spoke and he nuzzled his forehead against the boys’ shoulder, hand resting flat against his chest. He could almost feel Blaine’s heartbeat underneath his hand and that was a work of wonder, wasn’t it? “Yeah? I don’t doubt it.” And he didn’t, it was just that he didn’t often like to be the little spoon because other peoples’ arms were never long enough. “Yeah, this is perfect.” He murmured, letting their fingers lace together. He lifted his arm up a little to rest against Blaine’s chest, cheeks still burning hot.

Tucked in and perfectly moulded to Dave’s chest, Blaine hummed as he felt the rumble of Dave’s laugh against his back. “You better not. Because my big spoon game? It’s pretty on point,” he teased happily enjoying this moment and letting himself indulge in the feeling of just being near someone like this. The feeling was something he ached for in his bones for months. Having that nearness and letting himself be close enough to someone that he could be this way with. It wasn’t something he was sure he’d open himself up to for a very long time. Self-defense of shutting out something he knew in his bones he needed might not’ve been the healthiest idea. But it was one he was forcing himself to settle into.

Then along came Dave. Who grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him in a different direction that locking himself away and sinking into the dark was allowed nowhere near. Look at where they were now because of it. Lacing his fingers tighter to Dave’s hand highest against his chest, he lifted it up and began peppering kisses to his knuckles as he spoke unaware of how deeply Dave was blushing. Or that his own face might be a perfect match. “Are you happy? You know,” another few kisses, “with me? I want to make sure you’re happy. Because. You really do deserve that, Dave. More than you let yourself think.”

dave. @damagebuilt

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.”