( mssg » blaine | sent ) You’re kidding, right? ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Of course I want you to sleep over. If I had my way I’d always have you sleep over.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh! Well! Then I’d love to. Sorry. I just didn’t want to get in the way of anything you may need to do in the morning. Or.. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’ll just shut up while I’m ahead and toss some things in a bag then head over. Sound good?
“Yes, yes I did. And you do. You suck very much,” Dave pretended to pout. Of course, he was joking, and he knew just as well as he was sure Blaine knew that he was. Dave wished that he hadn’t pulled back so soon. He had learned recently that Blaine’s lips were more than addicting, and if he really wanted to, he could spend a whole day just worshiping those lips. Dave was flushing. Maybe christening their voyage like this was tacky. Maybe it was a dumb idea to make a toast. Maybe he should have just stuck to kissing Blaine, it would have been less tacky. Yet, it seemed like Blaine liked it. He perked up, proud that he was able to garner this reaction from the other. “I can do cute things occasionally. Just…This is special. It’s like another big step in our relationship, you know? First it was meeting my dad, and now this? We’re going on this trip together and it’s just so awesome because I can’t think of anyone else I would want to go on this with, and I just can’t wait to be on the road with you,” he hummed, clinking his glass with Blaine’s glass. He sipped his drink, knowing it tasted better simply because of Blaine. He let out a surprised noise when Blaine kissed the corner of his mouth, but he turned, kissing the other once more. “You’re welcome. Thank you.”
Dave being so visibly happy with himself that he found his little surprise so sweet caused Blaine’s eyes to soften and his smile to be nothing short of a fascinated part of lips and a tiny curve at the edges. How could he make someone so happy by just enjoying the idea that Dave was thinking about him and them so much that he’d go out of his way to come up with something so, so, so..perfect? A perfect way to begin their trip together. Alone. Dave finding joy in the idea he brought Blaine joy? Blaine felt his heart become so light he imagined it might fly out of his chest. It was a sensation he didn’t think he could ever or would let himself feel again. And when it came to him from out of the blue? It brought such an overwhelming feeling of..breathing. Like breathing after only getting in gasps for air while he felt like he was suffocating for months. Dave coming into his life and helping him? That was his head bobbing to the surface and air rushing into his lungs. This small moment where he saw nothing but adoration and joy in Dave’s eyes? Over a pair of plastic champagne glasses and bubbling apple juice? Was it weird that it hit him so hard?
Blaine carefully sat his glass in the console and moved his palm to cup Dave’s cheek. His expression said everything as he stroked the pad of his thumb back and forth. “You’re so–. You’re amazing,” he snagged the corner of his bottom lip but freed it with a gentle smile, “I’m so ready for this step in our relationship. We’re going to have a great time. Together. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be than right here. Or the road but I’m in no rush for that.” He had to chuckle. Otherwise? He might want to sit here, not move, and just hug the man to death.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Just wait. I’ll get you back for that. I’ll just wait till you’re at work and I’m at home. [ 😉 ] ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You have no idea what I want to do to you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I meant that in a non creepy way… I guess we both kinda suck at this.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh? You will? I dare you to try, Mister Karofsky. ( mssg » dave | sent ) …. ( mssg » dave | sent ) You know? I didn’t see it as creepy until you said you didn’t mean it that way. No! We’re not horrible! We’re just.. Is this sexting with bumper rails? I think we need bumper rails.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I think I’d rather see you tonight too. I say I can’t wait for you to get here. Are you spending the night?
( mssg » dave | sent ) It’d probably be for the best. Would it be awkward if I did? I could always get a hotel or make the drive back. It’s no problem. I don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Tomorrow night? I’m more than happy to do that tomorrow. Are you sure you want to drive all the way here? I don’t mind coming to you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Tonight? You want to come tonight? I’d love to have you hear, no matter what. I’d love to be able to see you soon.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I think I’d rather see you tonight. ( mssg » dave | sent )
If that’s okay? I’ll make the drive since I’m the one suggesting it this late. What do you say?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, too late honestly. Way too late. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Wait…really? Oh, right. Well, I like it. I like the way you sext me, because it makes me love you even more. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh..god. Fuck…God you’re hot…Feel free to always be half naked. I literally can’t wait to get home.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Okay. Judging by that reaction..I made up for some of the embarrassing fumbling earlier. I’ll get better. I promise. Just..rusty. Ha! ( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh? Wow! Um! Thank you, Dave. I’ll keep that in mind. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Looks like we have something in common then. I really can’t wait for you get home either. 😉
Dave honestly wanted to thump Blaine for changing the rules at the very last second. He shook his head, a long sigh leaving his lips as he casually just slowed down to, obvious that he wasn’t going to be winning this race. He slid into the driver seat, turning to look at the other. “You suck, you know that? I can’t believe that you play unfair, see if I race you or do anything with you again,” he teased, leaning over to give Blaine a quick kiss. Jabbing his keys into the ignition, he waited as the car turned on. He waited a moment, taking a deep breath, before leaning back and pulled out a bottle and two glasses out. “I got us sparkling cider. I mean, its not alcoholic. Maybe doing this in the front seat of a car is the best idea, but I wanted to celebrate our first road trip together. Not that big deal but yeah. I’m really excited to be doing this trip with you, and I feel like it kind of puts our relationship forward a bit, so here is to us,” he hummed, popping the bottle and pour glasses for the two of them.
“I suck?! Seriously? Did you just say that to me? Dave,” he laughed so hard that his cheeks were red and the sound of his giggle fit was only cut off by the sudden kiss. Blaine instinctively trailed after Dave’s quickly retreating lips but he was gone too quick to catch up. A jittery look away that darted from Dave to the glove box and finally blinked with the realization he had to fasten his seatbelt filled the space between the car turning on and the strangely paced pause. Safely locked in with a metallic click–Blaine rubbed his palms on his bended knees and let out a cleansing breath in an attempt to get his heart to slow down. –Kiss me again. I want you to kiss me again.– Cider? Gifted with a sudden distraction from too much thinking about a simple kiss–he was all too pleasantly surprised by such an outright adorably thoughtful boyfriend presenting a bottle of cider of all things. “Aww. No way,” his eyes softened and he looked down at the glasses shaking his head. “This has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever.. I.. Oh my God. This is adorable. To us.” Carefully clinking his glass with Dave’s as soon as it was in his hand–Blaine took a sip and waited for Dave to lower his drink before leaning in and kissing the very corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”
Maybe things weren’t idealic for either of them. Maybe they weren’t exactly the best couple, considering how they both had problems emotionally and were both trying to move on from what happened to them. Still he was happy for the fact that they were able to be with each other, to be able to heal together. He enjoyed the feeling of Blaine, around him. He gasped softly when he felt the small kiss on his cheek. He pulled away quickly, but leaned back in, brushing his own lips against Blaine’s cheek, despite wanting to kiss the other on the lips.”I think we will have fun. I mean I think we will, I hope we will. I plan on enjoying time with you,” he paused, staring at the other for a moment, until he realized that they were racing. Gasping, he ran off behind Blaine, eagerly racing behind him. “Gas is full, but I’ll take you up on that,” he hummed, reaching the car, probably at the same time as his boyfriend.
Blaine might’ve beat Dave to the passenger side door–with his head start and a stroke of luck–if it weren’t for the fact that hearing Dave’s surprised gasp when the challenge sank in and his quick attempt to catch up didn’t have Blaine cracking up halfway there. He kept laughing as he yanked open the door and fell inside the car rather ungracefully. Leaning on his elbow against the console and turning onto a one knee kneel on his car seat–Blaine pushed a palm on Dave’s driver’s side spot so he could preen his charmingly devilish grin up at his boyfriend. And claim the empty cushion his own. AKA: Play Unfair? Nah! Not him! Sure, he was almost leaning out the window to pull the desired amount of playful snark off but it was worth entrusting Dave not to open it out of spite and send him falling face first onto the cobblestone driveway. “I changed the rules. It’s the first one with their rear in a seat,” another broad grin was shot up to him a mere head tilt before Blaine was back to his own seat waiting for Dave to get in and get them out of Ohio.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, too late, i’ve caught you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) You’re more than welcome to try again [ 😉 ]
( mssg » dave | sent ) Can’t we pretend I didn’t?! Was it really that terrible? Okay. One more time. I might as well go all out. ( mssg » dave | sent ) No that wasn’t supposed to be a pun. See? This is why I rarely do this! I’m–I’m shutting up and taking back the last thirty seconds with..this. ( mssg » dave | sent ) [image uploaded] ( mssg » dave | sent )
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Nope, not kidding. We kinda over did it, and then sleeping on the bed after that was a really bad idea. Even my back agrees to it. Um…it’s kind of working? But it’s all kind of awkward, like it’s not really sitting right.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m sorry I passed out half on top of you! I was comfortable for the whole night and now you’re back is probably just as busted as the bed. You could have pushed me off! I swear I’m ( mssg » dave | sent ) I shouldn’t be laughing. Why am I laughing?! ( mssg » dave | sent ) Let’s just get a new bed. We could meet at the mall. Bring your truck? No Ikea junk this time. Apparently we’re too rowdy for Swedish craftsmanship.
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