❝ WHAT ? OH GOD DUDE , I’M NOT GAY ! ❞ a pause , tongue wetting lips as brows nestled . ❝ i mean , like you’re cool and all . and i like how your hair does that little SWOOP THING . and you smell good too , that’s nice — WAIT , AM I GAY ? ❞ head shakes , gaze shifting back up to meet the others . ❝ what was the question ?❞
Blaine tried not to show how poor Sam had him feeling a whole heap of pity for the struggle he went through in a matter of seconds. Pity and..let’s not smile too wide. Cause on the other hand? Sam’s reaction was so comical about the entire situation that stemmed from a simple question that Blaine had actually meant something totally not this. A brow arched when Sam rounded everything off with that question. Humor danced in his eyes as he reached over and gave the blond’s arm a pat. “Um. Wow. Sam. The question was..” He bit his lip then tucked his chin towards his collar moving to hold up the cookies he pulled off the Lima Bean’s counter. “Do you want rainbowsor vanilla? Like..” One was a sugar cookie coated in multi-colored sprinkles while the other had smooth, white icing over chocolate. “Rainbows,” that cookie jiggled followed by the other. “Or..vanilla? But, I mean. We can work through that conversation after coffee if you really want.” Then, the back of his wrist was pressed to his lips, cookie dangling as he muffled a chuckle against his sleeve, eyes glistening in amusement as he stared up at him.
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