this meme right here.

In less than a couple of weeks, Jesse Saint James managed to become a staple in Blaine’s usually closed off and comfortably repetitive (but not so much anymore thanks to a certain someone) day-to-day.  The recent resurfacing of a face from his past had come completely out of the blue and Blaine was in no way, shape, or form ready for Ohio to close in again since he’d done a pretty superb job of putting as much distance between him and what used to be home as he could.  Years have gone by and he’d finally convinced himself he moved on from there and everything about it.

Enter someone he least expected?  Reminding him of the future he’d told his teenage self was a pipe dream best left somewhere between Westerville and his first flight to New York City.  At first?  All Blaine could do was laugh, shake his head and tell him he’d keep in touch.  When he walked out of the coffee shop that night?  Empty promise.  Keeping in touch was the last thing on his mind.  Until he was awake at four o’clock in the morning and it was the only thing.

He called the number Jesse insisted on typing into his phone two days later..

Jump forward to now?  Lunches before work became dinners after.  Dinners became night caps.  Night caps became someone to talk to at a quarter past two because he hasn’t left and you haven’t told him he needs to.  When you’ve been left alone for years lying to yourself that you didn’t miss something like this, something like this becomes way too nice.  So you don’t stop it three nights in a row.  And they start to talk about everything.

Including dating life.  Why they’re both single.  How long it’s been since he’s even had someone to make out with after work cause drunk guys are sloppy and not his thing. A dry spell as dusty as the desert.  That’s where he’s been.  “At least we both get what that’s like.  Misery loves company.  Sorry for you, though.  Not something I’d wish on anyone.  But with the menu I’ve had?  I think I’m just destined to go solo on that front forever..”  He was only half joking

I’d totally fuck you.

That record scratch screech in movies?  Yeah that happened in Blaine’s brain.  The reflection of Jesse in the mirror behind him as he combed still damp hair back stole his attention so hard his hands were still in the air as he shot back.  “Oh?  You would?  Sure.  Prove it..”  The splash of warmth in his stomach and how hard his Adam’s apple bobbed when he forced himself to swallow the realization that his tongue just betrayed him made his brain misfire even worse.  Slack lips parted around words that didn’t come.  Slick.  Real slick.  Good job.