[ text | blaine ] It does. Believe me, it does. [ text | blaine ] I really appreciate that, I hope you know that. [ text | blaine ] How awkward?
( mssg » dave | sent ) I do. The feeling’s mutual. I owe you a lot, Dave. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m just glad you’re giving me the chance to show you how much tonight. ( mssg » dave | sent ) That came out so not the way I was intending. I mean.. Yep. Um. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Almost as awkward as I am after that reply.
Dave beamed, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, but I figured I’d save you the trip to the car anyways. Besides, I’m sure you could make it up to me some how,” he pointed out. He enjoyed the hug for a moment, before looking back ask Blaine attempted to get his attention. He was about to say something, when he felt the lips on his cheek. Smiling stupidly, Dave leaned in, giving Blaine a quick kiss back. He then nodded, showing the other that he did indeed understand what he was saying. “Yeah, i’ll see you soon, don’t worry,” he assured. “I’ll probably just put them in the living room, I figure that’s probably the best place to put it right now,” he shrugged.
Dave didn’t want to waste any of his time with Blaine. Eagerly, he jogged to the car and didn’t hesitate to roughly grab his things so that he could be even quicker to getting back to Blaine and into the house to start their time together. After dropping his things off in the living room, making sure to not just toss it anywhere, he quickly found the kitchen. Leaning against the frame of the entrance to the kitchen, Dave smiled, watching from afar. It was so nice being around Blaine, such a breath of fresh air. He stared back at Blaine for a while, just admiring him. How he had gotten to be this man’s boyfriend, he wasn’t entirely sure. “You can greet me with a stare, which by the way was not creepy, any time you want to. As for getting me anything, I’d love some water if I could?” he chuckled. “Though besides that, I’d rather just relax and spend some time with my boyfriend, if you know what I mean.”
Blaine was just as full of curious wonderment about how the two of them got to this point. He didn’t set out for this and had fully convinced himself that he wasn’t going to try for a very long time. Then Dave happened and he just felt so–he blinked out of his train of thought yet again having gone off trying to weigh the pros and cons of telling Dave what he was thinking verses wondering if it would be too much. Or if he even needed to or should. “W-Water–yeah–yeah sure.” Glasses were sort of necessary for water–right? “I’d like that. Want to find something to watch?” Two were grabbed from the cabinet without Blaine missing a beat in smiling a dopey, honest-to-goodness smile back at Dave as he filled them with ice and water from the fridge.
“Come on,” one was offered to Dave. With a now free hand? Blaine curled his fingers around Dave’s palm and lead him back to the living room. “I hope Lord Tubbington’s mafia connections didn’t follow you here. We don’t need the mob interrupting some quality couch time,” he grinned teasingly. “In the mood for anything in particular? Or should we just see what’s on? I’m totally fine with just quiet, too. You’re the one that’s been in the car all this time so you get to pick.” After a sip of the water–Blaine sat his glass on the coffee table and took a seat realizing he’d never let go of Dave’s hand this entire time. Nor did he make any attempt to do so once he noticed either. Instead, he squeezed gently and lightly tugged for Dave to join him. “I’ve missed you, you know?” His voice was soft but his eyes were warm. “Thanks for coming..even if you had to brave traffic and mobster cats..”
At some point, Dave had fallen asleep at his desk. So maybe he shouldn’t have actually put off his project until the last minute, but that was his true nature. Technically, he had plenty of time in the morning to get the thing down, he wasn’t actually sure why he was really panicking over the project. Maybe it was because he was home alone, and didn’t have his parents yelling at him to get it done. He woke up with a start, back aching and body stiff. Shaking his head, he got up and walked to his bed, eyes drooping once more. He crawled into his bed, and without much trouble, fell asleep once more.
It was the loud crashing noise that woke him up again. Eyes wide, he looked around the room, now suddenly wide away. His eyes trained on the now gaping hole in his window and gasped. “Shit,“ he hissed, getting up to see what came through his window. There, on the floor, was a rather large piece of the sidewalk. Not a rock, a piece of the sidewalk. He immediately looked out of his window and caught sight of a stunned Blaine Anderson. Turning, he moved quickly out of his room and down the stairs to the outside. “What the hell, Anderson? What was that for?!” he growled.
Oh for—! This was happening. There was no magic rewind button to push. Not when he saw who was standing in the window two seconds later. “Oh dear God,” the words were muffled against slim fingers still pressed to his lips as his stomach crashed through the soles of his shoes and embedded itself in the ground. Blaine stood there waiting for the inevitable moment where the disappearing figure of Dave Karofsky would appear in the doorway of the house he just vandalized. All he knew was he didn’t want to–the door swung open–and that dreadful thought he had came right out the second he stared at the face of the man growling at him. “I don’t want to go to prison. Please don’t send me to jail.”
A wobbly step towards him ended with him putting his hands out trying to soothe Dave’s anger by flinching his fingers. Like the motions could magically erase it. “I’ll pay for the damage and I–this was a colossal mistake.” The whole night was. This just happened to be the biggest one. Or was the last glass of whiskey the real villain? Yeah that was probably it. Pleading, round hazel eyes begged even harder than the tone of his vaguely slurred voice. “Just..tell me how much it is and,” one finger pointed towards the window but the rest on the opposite hand remained skyward, “I’ll cover it?” Using the same hand, he wiped his mouth and smiled but the attempt was paper thin. Sort of like a window when pitted against a chunk of sidewalk.
[ text | blaine ] We have been, haven’t we. I guess that just makes us stronger people doesn’t it. [ text | blaine ] And i’ll always be there to remind you that, I promise. [ text | blaine ] ….right. Yeah. I’m trying. Though I love the sweet part very much.
( mssg » dave | sent ) I think it just might. Hope that makes you smile. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Thanks and I promise I’ll do the same for you. ( mssg » dave | sent ) You love the sweet part? Good! It’d be awkward if that wasn’t your thing. Ha!
[text || blaine ] Well yeah, but I’d like to think that even without me, you’d be able to be a strong person. I’m glad that we’ve made the progress we’ve made though, we are doing better that before.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Sure. I mean. Yeah. Definitely, I would be. You and I have been through enough not to end up as two strong people. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m just glad I had/have you here to remind me of that.. ( mssg » dave | sent ) Dave? Just take the credit you deserve and let me be sweet to you. 🙂
Chilly air was supposed to cool him off and sober him up. That was the plan anyway. Or so the lights coming on at the bar and him needing to walk some of this off before he called a cab said. It’d been hours since he walked out of McKinley hell bent on getting obliviated and forgetting this entire day and, damn, the drinks worked but now that he was left with his thoughts? Like gravity decided to throw him a curveball by a reminder of everything he was aiming to let go? He ended up walking several blocks down..Kurt’s street.
The more he thought–the more he had left to say. Bowtie dangling loose at his neck–Blaine fought to finally untie it and even messed up his hair in how many times he kept running his fingers along his scalp as frustration built up and boiled over into anger. No. Their conversation wasn’t done. –How can you expect me to forget everything when I know you’re here. The second time since..and the first you didn’t tell me because you were doing me a “favor” I didn’t need!– Oh! That was only one of many things he had to say to his ex-fiance’.
He meant to get his attention. That’s all. Wobbling as he stood up with the small rock he grabbed from a crumbling sidewalk, Blaine stopped in front of Hudson-Hummel’s and staggered as he took aim at Kurt’s window and chucked it stumbling forward as he let it go. Problem? It wasn’t the right house. Nor was it the small rock he grabbed but a chunk of stone from the pavement. Moment of sobriety a second too late? A pitched, hiccuping scream echoed a CRASH that shattered the window and took the curtains off with it. Billowing white fell from the window and landed on the lawn Blaine stared in horror, fingers touching his upper lip at the hellish nightmare he had no chance of waking up from because..this was real life.
Dave let out a load chuckle, leaning back in his seat a bit. “That’s what I heard too. He’s a huge target of the mob, threatened to reveal something, or took too much of the mobs drugs or something. He’s wanted though, but Brittany has some kind of deal with them or something? Something about doing something for them in exchange that they don’t hurt him. They’re leaving him alone for now,” he nodded to himself grinning. The stories Brittany always told him just made him smile all the time. He let out a long sigh, especially when he knew Blaine was right, he really shouldn’t be talking on the phone, not when he almost got into a car accident. “Okay, Okay, fine. I’ll hang up, and I’ll talk to you when I get there, and try not to be too excited about what we’re about to be doing, because of course, I haven’t been excited for, I dunno, forever or anything,” he teased, pausing for a moment. “I’ll see you soon Blaine.” he said as he hung up the phone.
As Dave pulled into the driveway he felt his heart start racing. He knew it was his excitement. Ever since he started dating Blaine, every day had been something to look forward to. He always looked forward to the time of the day he got to come see Blaine. Turning the car off, he reached behind him, pulling out his stuff for their visit, but Blaine stopped him. He raised an eyebrow, but let go of his things, and grabbed the ice cream instead. “I think I’m good. Though if you want to get this ice cream inside while I do get my stuff I wont complain. Of course then I actually want to say hi to you,” he grinned, walking over to his boyfriend. Handing over the ice cream, Dave leaned in, pulling Blaine into an awkwardly positioned hug. “Hey there. I’m glad I made it too,” he hummed, before turning around to go get his things for the night.
“Okay but I would have carried those for you in exchange for you showing up with this,” he grinned down at the bag of goodies Dave brought. Blaine hooked the bag under Dave’s arm as he laughed and managed to hug him back the best he could in their position. “Hi back..” Before Dave could turn completely, Blaine reached out and touched his elbow to get his attention. There was only a flash of awkward silence once he had it before he inched up onto his toes and pressed a kiss to Dave’s cheek. A sharp exhale and a deep breath recovered the air he’d been holding in and a blush spread over his olive complexion. His thumb jutted in the direction of the large set of double doors, “I’ll see you inside, okay?” Two backwards steps and a rub to the back of his neck later–Blaine gave him the room to get his things and bit his lip behind his back. “You can put your stuff wherever. I’ll be in the kitchen.”
That was where he would be found once Dave was inside. Tossing the plastic bag into a recycle container underneath the kitchen sink and glancing up with round hazel eyes that crinkled at their edges in a welcoming smile. It felt good to see Dave standing there–a realization that washed over him in a warm wave. The man had a comforting presence that once Blaine got to know him more than the small bit of friendship they all discovered in the end? He felt–safer when Dave was around. From himself, from everything. Did Dave have any idea how much that meant to him? He’d probably humbly shrug it off as being a good person if it was pointed out. Blaine didn’t think about how he was watching him so closely as he mulled the idea over. Or that he hadn’t said anything yet. Then in a snap back to the planet–he tucked his head down and felt his face get hotter. “I–Sorry. Greeting you with a creepy stare was not my intention. Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty? Hungry? Just need to relax?”
Dave couldn’t help but laugh because he really wasn’t used to Blaine’s protectiveness and really wasn’t used to that tone from anyone but his dad. “Okay Dad, i’ll try to remember that next time,” he paused, still laughing a bit. “It was Siri by the way. I got Siri’s attention and had her text you for me. All hands free, I promise,” he continued, pulling up to a stop light. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, debating if maybe he should turn on some music when they hung up, because it could pass the time of the drive. “So I might have gotten kind of carried away on ice cream, by the way. I think we have enough ice cream to last us a very long, long time. Unless we eat it in one sitting, then it probably wont last that long,” he hummed, pressing down on the gas as the light changed colors.
“I’m really looking forward to this by the way. You have no idea how fast I wanted the weekend to come. It kind of felt like the rest of the week just kind of dragged out. My dad told me to take a chill pill a couple of times. Which, I told Brittany about, and she suggested I take the happy pills her cat sells. Not sure if I trust a cat to be my drug dealer,” he babbled, trying to fill up his drive with chit chat. He was glad that he had Brittany and Santana as friends, it made his life a whole lot more interesting, especially Brittany. As he pulled off of the highway onto the main road, someone swerved around him, and then in front, causing him to break suddenly. “Damnit,” he muttered, slowly picking up his speed again. “People here are stupid drivers,” he muttered. “But I should be there within the next twenty minutes.”
Hand on his hip, Blaine dropped his head forward and smiled wide enough to pinch the corners of his eyes hearing Dave was so excited he needed to be told to take a ‘chill pill’. Laughter crinkled their edges even more, hand lifting from his hip to wave frantically even though there was no one there to see. “Uh! No! No! I don’t think you want any of what Lord Tubbington is pushing. From what I hear? He can’t be trusted. Sold some bad heroine that got him in trouble with the mob or– I forget Brittany’s whole story but it was pretty intense. Had to go into hiding which I’m pretty sure was a trip to the vet for a checkup that lasted overnight.” Stopping by the window–Blaine pulled the curtains back and looked outside even though he knew Dave was a ways away like he could will him there faster. Jerking back at Dave’s reaction–he shook his head. “Okay! We’re officially done talking til you get here. Because I want you to get here. Not end up getting hit by one of Ohio’s finest examples of driving know how. I’ll see you soon.”
The sound of Dave’s tires against the driveway outside drew Blaine’s attention from tinkering with a few pianokeys. No real song. Just a plink, plink of notes that were a distraction more than any real effort. Blaine smiled down at his hands and curled his fingers towards his palm.
At least he was touching them again. He was opening the door before Dave had enough time to get parked. Shoulder leaning against the frame, a wide smile greeted his boyfriend as he rolled to a stop hand lifting in a wave of greeting before his arms crossed over his chest. As soon as Dave came into view outside the car–Blaine called out. “Need help with the bags? We can get your things later. Just get the ice cream before we end up committing the ultimate party foul and it’s a melted mess! Oh and hi! Glad you got here in one piece!”
( mssg » dave | sent ) Hi DAve!@ I knwo you’re probably dead asleep right nwo but i want to say taht I am really glad we started talking. I don’t knwo if y ou understand hwo much you have been helping me. Or how muich you mean to me because of that. I didn’t think I’d let anyone close again. too much hrut at stake. Can’t do that agian ( mssg » dave | sent )
here you are! Making me break my own Rule thank you. i mean it. thankS , ( mssg » dave | sent ) Ojh god. i sent tha t . my mistake pelase ignore me”
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( mssg » dave | sent ) I don’t want you to tell me that we don’t have to. Or you’re worried you’re rushing me. You’re not. ( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m not going to come apart at the seams if you touch me, you know? ( mssg » dave | sent ) And I want you to. Come over. Please?
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