Puck wasn’t about to argue with Blaine. If the Warbler wanted to pay for their dinner, that was fine with him! “Yay, we’re gonna have pizza and a sugar high! That’s a pretty great combo, if ya ask me!” The mohawked teen quickly nodded his head. “I LOVE deep dish pizza. It’s fucking amazing! Its almost better than sex.” He liked the fact that Blaine felt so comfortable around him. It made him feel really happy which was an emotion he didn’t often feel because of his temper. “You better be referring to A New Hope ‘cause if we start with what’s now considered the first movie, I might scream. And judge you harshly, which we wouldn’t want to happen!”
“Sounds like the perfect way to start a night,” Blaine looked up from his phone as he found the number and laughed. Seeing Puck so into getting pizza was something he didn’t expect. Seriously though? Who can blame him for being enthusiastic about pizza? No one in their right mind. That’s who. Words that were so close to coming off the tip of his tongue about him having to take Puck’s word for the comparison fell silent at the last second. Maybe he was a little too comfortable if he nearly let that slip. Anyway. He palmed his flustered smile and wiped it away before jumping to the chance to call up the pizza joint and order one pizza with everything, another with just cheese and soda. After a polite thank you, he tucked his phone away on the end table and gave Puck a lopsided grin. “Of course I am. Hey! No judging me! We’re in agreement here and do I look like a guy who would go the path of the Dark Side on which movie is number one? Seriously, Puck.” His grin widened and eyes lit up. “I thought you knew me.”
He had to do it. There was no other way to prevent what was happening. Over, and over again the scene would play in his mind. Barry would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, gasping for breath at the horror in his mind. Of course the speedster would just tell Blaine it was nothing, just a nightmare relating to his mother’s death. Sometimes that was true. Not for the first time he wished he had been honest with his boyfriend, told him about being the Flash, about being a metahuman. But… he was advised not to, and look where it led them. In the future… he saw the man he loved, the man he was living with, someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with… die. And it was all HIS fault. It was ties to Barry that would get him hurt, get him into this mess; that needed to be stopped. This was the last resort he could think of, the last thing he could do. And man, he would rather take a vibrating hand to the chest than this. Yet he was still going to go through with it, regardless of the fact that he loved him so much. Blaine being alive, and safe was far more important. The smart thing would have been to come clean about everything, except his fear was driving his actions. Calling the shots. Later he would regret it. For now his mind was clouded; he was scared.
So he packed up all his things, bags ready as he sat on the couch, their couch that they used to cuddle, and watch movies on. Shuts his eyes tightly, and tries to keep himself composed. That pain in his chest won’t subside, and he’s trying to not shed tears. He doesn’t get to feel sad, he doesn’t get to cry. This was completely unfair to Blaine, and he deserved better. He deserved so much better than Barry. Selfish, and cruel. He was no hero. Just a scared boy who hasn’t stopped running since that night so long ago. Even if he wanted to be with Blaine, the other’s safety came first, regardless of the fact not that long ago Barry had gotten him a ring. One unbeknownst to him had been left in their cabinet while he was packing his things.
He heard the door open, and knew this was it. This… this was it, whatever happens now was for the best. Blaine could live his life happily, safe, and live his dreams. Fall…. fall in love with someone else ( Barry felt like he might die at the idea ), and…. and be happy. The speedster hears his voice, and tries not to cry. Fuck, he’s going to miss waking up to that sound. And then he sees him, and it’s almost too much. He’ll never have this again. Never. Honestly, he didn’t deserve the time they had anyway. It… it was the right thing to do. Blaine was basically sunshine, and Barry had no right to taint that. None. “Blaine…we… we have to talk,” even uttering those words had been difficult. But they were out, and he couldn’t stop it now. This was it. This was how he loses the best thing, best person that ever came into his life.
Rehearsals, fittings, more rehearsals, a technical difficulty that took over an hour to fix. Blaine was abuzz with the excitement of it all. Where some of the seasoned actors grumbled after being forced to stay late–there were no complaints from the soon-to-be-graduate student from NYADA who somehow lucked out enough to land a role in an actual Broadway production as his work study. However, once they were released? He rushed out to go see the only thing that had him antsy to go before it got any later. Barry would be at home waiting. Blaine shot the CSI a text to let him know he was on his way–frowning thoughtfully when he received nothing back but shrugged it off as Barry napping off the day.
Deciding the best way to wake up a snoozing partner was with take-out and a bottle of wine–he jogged from the elevator to their apartment, a pizza box on his hip and a bottle of wine tucked under his arm. Getting open the door might’ve taken a few fancy balance moves considering the box was huge and he was too tired to think about setting the bottle on the floor–but after conquering that battle? A heel was used to bonk the door shut and he called out from the kitchen as he sat their dinner and the wine bottle down on the white tiled countertop. “Barry! I’m home! Sorry we ran late. There was an issue with the sound and we had to wait for them to fix it. I brought dinner! One of those giant pizzas from that place you like! Oh and wine! I figured I could dress up a trash dinner somehow” his smile could be heard in his voice.
No answer. Was he still asleep? Oblivious to what was waiting for him–Blaine walked down the hallway, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the hook before going in search of his sleepyheaded boyfriend figuring he’d be a mess of limbs hanging off the edge of the couch. What he saw sitting there wasn’t anything he could have expected and it took him a minute to connect the dots between the bags, Barry’s face and the words he just heard. His smile went out like the last flickers of a candle. Their eyes connected and Blaine’s brows wrinkled towards one another–his stomach fell to the bottom basement floor of their apartment building. “We do? Why? What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Instinct had him trying not to sound so worried by the expression he was staring at but it had to be something serious. All the while? He was expecting it to be something about work, something he wasn’t going to like. Something dangerous. Or yet another case that’d give Barry more nightmares that were getting worse and worse. Anything but what was actually going on. “Where are you going?”
For all of forty-eight hours, Kurt Hummel had not been able to keep himself from smiling. It had been a Thursday, late summer, and after many months spent waking up alone and sharing their lives vicariously through calls, texts and video chats after their engagement, Blaine had finally, too, made it safely and once and for all to the Big Apple. What once may have been considered a silly high school fantasy shared between two teenagers had officially finally been turned into a reality, and, a few minor less desirable details (such as living together with Rachel Berry and in a place much like Bushwick) aside, so far proven to exceed even their wildest expectations as Kurt had helped his fiancé settle in into their now shared loft apartment and made sure to welcome Blaine into the city happily and with nothing but open arms.
This morning, again, however, Kurt had woken up only to find the other side of the bed once again nothing but completely deserted; a strange sense of déjà vu almost immediately washing over him before soon enough once again relaxing at the near immediate sight of still unopened boxes standing quietly on the opposite side of his makeshift bedroom. “Blaine?” Kurt sleepily called out, pulling away what was left of the duvet covers as he quickly straightened himself up in his position on the bed before briefly checking his own reflection in the bedside mirror. “I thought we’d agreed to leave the rest of the final unpacking until at least after Saturday lunchtime,” he continued, unsure as to whether he was even going to be getting any response from him and treading ever so lightly as he pulled away the bedroom’s curtains and peered into the living room.
“… are those pancakes?”
Finally. He was home. With Kurt. And their always was only just truly beginning. The boxes stacked in the corner that they were too busy just having each other to finish unpacking were proof that–this time–he was here for good. But the most important, physical proof of that was waking up two days in a row to the steady, warm breaths of the love of his life ghosting across his forehead and cheek. The warmth of Kurt’s body held maybe a little on the too snug side that didn’t seem to bother the beautiful man beside him one bit in his slumber was his anchor to remind him he wasn’t dreaming anymore and this was real. Blaine lingered there against him for so long he almost dozed off until he remembered why he was awake so early.
One thing he promised himself was to make up for so much waiting that each morning would start perfect. Just how he imagined. A sleepy eyed Kurt with bed head and too much adorableness for someone so early in the morning would be greeted with the smells of coffee and a breakfast that he’d make sure was just right. And, without further ado, there he was. The sound of Kurt’s voice drew Blaine’s attention from where he was setting down a second stack of pancakes four high just like the one beside it. “No unpacking. Promise..” Hazel eyes were round and quizzitive as he took in the sight he was waiting for and fell in love all over again. “You bet they are but..I couldn’t pick just one kind so I made two. Raspberry and lemon..and..um. Sit down? Everything’s ready..” Now it was time for him to lose a little bit of his composure and stand there grinning like the lovesick fool he wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed of being.
Kurt gasped and grabbed Blaine a bit tighter when he gave a wrong step forward, his giggle still present while the man trying to make a point about him not being able to get a hangover. “You say that, honey, but you will. Don’t worry. I’ll be there to make you feel better, yes?” He smiled and kissed his cheek. “I had a wonderful time, and you being there with me made it all better.” He looked around and finally spotted an oncoming taxi, then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers at it, making it stop right in front of them. “Voilá! Here it is, now let’s go home, shall we?” Making sure that Blaine wouldn’t fall again, Kurt led him to the cab and sat him down before he tried to push his legs inside. “Scoot over so I can come in there with you, sweetie?” He chuckled.
Blaine was easily stuffed into the cab and even managed to pick up both feet and scoot them inside just to make Kurt’s life easier. A few wiggles of his hips later and a thunk against the window was followed by peels of blissfully drunken laughter bubbling out of him. “Ouch!” Then a contrast to the complaint–”That should hurt more than it did,” he blurted out while rubbing the side of his head. As soon as Kurt was settled into the cab, the lean against the window became the lean against Kurt’s shoulder. Fingers moved from where they were rubbing the dull throb away to touch the side of Kurt’s cheek and turn his head until they were nose to nose. “You know what I want when I get home…?” Oh the brief pause and the way he looked from Kurt’s eyes to his lips and back could leave so much room to the imagination. “I want to make..” His free hand squeezed Kurt’s hip and gave it a little tug closer. Just to prove his point on how seriously needy he was for..
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