[text: B. ♥] You should regret it, yes.
[text: B. ♥] Come home, I’ll make you something to eat.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) that’s NWot very nice to say, rAch 😦
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Ooo! Food!! Foodw oueld be a great idewa”
( mssg » rachel | sent ) so woudl stopping tpying.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) YTes! Taht’s what that waas!
( mssg » rachel | sent ) I amnerovus and it soudned liek a good idea.
( mssg » rachel | sent ) Now I regert every choice I’ve made since 4pm.
“You know there’s nothing about you that I don’t believe in,” Blaine spoke softly but their closeness was enough to let his voice be heard in spite of the thunderous applause. Throughout the entire awards show–he could barely bring himself to let go of Rachel’s hand unless it was to applaud or force himself to drink something to clear up the dryness that an open set of lips and sharp breaths at everything he saw kept creating. They were making it. The two of them. Together. Their evening here was only the first of many more twists and turns of their futures towards something amazing. “Just think. Next year?” Her peck to his cheek was quickly mirrored complete with foreheads bumping together before he smiled so wide his eyes pinched at their corners. “There’s nothing stopping you from it coming true either.”
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