Dave knew it was a long shot, asking Blaine if he wanted to lived together. While they did seem completely committed lately, he wasn’t sure he wanted to put all that on the line and risk it. It had come suddenly, the idea of moving in. He had been really excited about the concept, really eager to take their relationship to the next level. After months of being together, and months of working on healing, he had grown attached to Blaine, and was terrified of the possibility of losing the other. He stared nervously at Blaine, waiting, waiting for the reaction that the other was going to give, praying it was going to be a positive move towards their relationship. “Yeah Blaine, I really want to live with you. Its close, it’s not the biggest place, but it could be ours. Like, it could be our home. I haven’t been looking long,” he lied, having been looking for the last month. “Of course, if you want to look at it, I can take you there? We could look at it together and you can decide if we want to move there or not. I’m one hundred percent sure I want to live with you, even if that means it takes us several months to figure things out.”
Blaine listened in awe as Dave answered. Somewhere during his reply–Blaine stroked both thumbs against the sides of Dave’s hands and then let them go so he could grasp his wrists and have something solid to hang onto. They were together for months now. Months of Dave’s patience and understanding. Of gentle pulls and kicks to the behind when he needed. Blaine even drug Dave into one of his therapy sessions when they were getting too much to handle and he sat quietly as an anchor and listened to Blaine say things that he kept locked away from anyone out of not wanting to let them think he was someone they had to worry about. Dave was Dave. Someone who Blaine felt he had to protect because he wasn’t alright. Because he was too afraid–no, petrified–he’d hurt him. Dave refused to let him make that excuse, promised him he’d never and wouldn’t be kept away. Being home–in a mostly empty house loaded memories and ghosts–with rarely a sound to chase them away unless he made it? How could he not want out? And on the flipside? It was a huge step. Huge. “Dave…” Dave was ready to jump and Blaine—? Blaine took a deep breath as he shifted positions on the couch and crawled to sit on Dave’s legs, his knees on either side of his thighs and cupped his cheeks. –Jump with him. Let go and just say..– “Yes..” Their noses touched. Blaine’s lit up with a broad smile when he leaned back and held onto the back of Dave’s neck instead. “I.. I’d love to. Let’s do it,” the smile grew and finally became a burst of mystified laughter that scrunched his nose and made his eyes squint. “I can’t believe how amazing you are, Dave. You know that–don’t you? You just–thank you for being you..”
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