It’s the nightmares that wake him again, this time he can’t sit still. The urge to run was overwhelming. And so he does. He slips out from under the covers, briefly he looks over at Blaine to make sure the other didn’t wake up. Satisfied to see that he was still asleep, the speedster ran, he wasn’t sure for how long. Could be seconds, or minutes, he would have done it for hours if he could. It was this restless energy, racing away from the thoughts that danced around in his head. Yet regardless of how fast he ran, it didn’t change the nightmares, it didn’t stop them from happening. Eventually they will calm down, they weren’t as frequent as before. He just– he didn’t like talking about them, even though he probably should. Some would say he allows his emotions to rule him, it’s easy to read what he’s feeling. See, the thing was Barry was the fact that when he truly wanted to keep something bottled up he was very good at it.
Eventually he returned back to their place, phasing through the door to keep quiet. What time was it? It was still dark, but close to early in the morning, great, he’s going to be tired tomorrow. Or rather later today, good things he has the day off, right? He settled on the couch, rubbing his temples with a frustrated, almost distressed look on his face. Then he hears footsteps; Blaine must have woken up. Had he not been as quiet as he thought? “Blaine–” green eyes look up to met those hazel- honey colored ones. “I… sorry, did I wake you up?”
Barry’s spot on the bed was ice cold when Blaine’s hand reached for him in the middle of the night. A contrast of chilly air and no one next to him that his body wasn’t ready for waited for him where a person should be. The empty air in place of his boyfriend stirred him out of sleep. Tired eyes opened to a pillow with the indent of Barry’s head on it instead of a face. It was dark out which meant it was way too early for Barry to be gone. Had to be around somewhere. “Barry,” his voice was still scratchy with sleep as he called out and received nothing back. Or maybe he wasn’t? “Honey?” Not even a stir in the bathroom or kitchen. Okay. Now he was wide awake. Barry was gone and (after shoving bedheaded curls out of his eyes so he could check his phone and seeing no text to tell him something happened at work and he had to rush out) he had no idea why and that wasn’t a common thing between them.
Something had to be wrong.
Worry replaced confusion and he was out of bed with his pajama pants pulled on in seconds. Snatching his phone off the nightstand, Blaine walked down the hall and stopped in his tracks when he came to the living room. Barry was on the couch..but dressed? “Hey,” his voice was laden with concern as he took a seat tossing a glance to his now unneeded phone before setting it aside and putting his full attention on the man beside him. “Um. No. I don’t think you did. I just noticed you weren’t there. You didn’t answer me. You okay?” He had no idea Barry was gone at all, but he could see the heaviness in his eyes and knew the answer already. Wanting nothing more than to make him feel better, Blaine wrapped his arm around Barry’s shoulders and tugged him close enough to press a kiss to his temple. “Wanna talk about it?”
] please? i’ll bake you those cookies you love [ mssg : blaine
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😢 I want to cuddle you, I’ve missed you
( mssg » barry | sent ) I said stop being cute. You’re doing the opposite!
( mssg » barry | sent ) The ones with cheesecake bits in them? ( mssg » barry | sent ) NO! That’s not going to work! I’m putting my foot down. ( mssg » barry | sent ) Oh God. Cuddles, too? That’s not playing fair at all.
Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.
Blaine couldn’t help himself from squirming underneath the nuzzle against his neck. Barry was drunk and he was two steps into buzzed and that feeling that ran goosebumps along the line of his throat closest to Barry’s mouth was too much to keep him perfectly still. Laughing, he rolled his eyes towards the dark ceiling and tried his best to stop himself from an all out giggle fit. Because the only other reaction he could have to the light as air pecks that followed Barry’s moment of cute was going to be completely inappropriate for the state his boyfriend was in. “Twenty? I think I can do twenty. Do you require them paid back all at once? Or can I pace myself,” he laced his his fingers with a set of long, expectant ones insisting they were taken. Then with a sway, he was being drug out onto the dancefloor and he watched in wonder that Barry was managing to take the lead through the crowd. Oh, God. Awkward giraffe barely covered how his limbs moved but Blaine had an ear to ear grin that said he loved seeing Barry so loose and carefree enough to stagger them right to where he wanted. Coming in close, he lifted both their hands up and pressed a kiss to Barry’s knuckles and rested the other against a slender hip to draw him close enough that when he started moving Barry could match him. “Did that one count?” Another kiss lingered on the tip of Barry’s middle and pointer fingers. “How about that one? Or am I still at square one?”
The sweep of his fingers back and forth through Barry’s hair never once stopped as the other settled in for apparently the long haul. Not that Blaine was complaining. Honestly? Moments like this where things were soft and warm and quiet between them were one of Blaine’s favorite ways to spend his day. Obviously, Barry shared the same opinion about their snuggle sessions in front of the television. “I agree. One problem though,” his fingers curled towards his palm as he lifted his hand from the top of his boyfriend’s head leaving just the pointer jutted out. So it could poke him on the nose as Blaine crinkled his and laughed. “Movie is possible. Popcorn? Not so much with you on my lap.. One of us has to get up.”
This was a rather sudden surprise to the end of a long day. The best sort of one that warmed his heart and made him get that goofy twinkle in his eyes that Barry was so good at igniting. “Who said I wanted to move in the first place?” The tips of his fingers trailed up over Barry’s forehead before he sank them into his hair and grazed their edges across the speedster’s scalp. His happy sigh melted into a hum of contentment before he grinned at the man using him as a body pillow. “Yeah. I think being right here is exactly where I wanna be.”
Barry hadn’t been sure about what to get Blaine, for a brief moment he had wondered about surprising him with a dog. But then realized that was probably a decision they both should make together. Probably. Chances are one of them was going to fall in love with a dog from a shelter, or on the street, and bring it home. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the speedster too much. He looks rather pleased as Blaine looks him over. It’s not the first time he was without clothes in front of his boyfriend. But seeing those Hazel eyes glance over his body still made him shiver. “Well that was the point, it just so happens to be someone’s birthday soon, and you might know him,” he uttered, reaching out to lightly tap the tip of Blaine’s nose. “Cute, likes to sing a lot, dances all the time, has an obsession with bow ties, sound familiar?” his tone cheeky as he scooted a little closer, letting his legs brush against the shorter’s. “I was hoping he’d like his gift, was thinking of letting him do the… wrapping.”
Blaine let his fingers slide across the pillowcase and gently ran the edge of his pointer along the strong line of Barry’s jaw. The man across from him would never cease to bring a smile to his face. Whether that was from being his usual awkwardly adorable self..or..moments like this. Waking him up with his long, lean body stretched out beside him without a shred of clothes on. “Oh, I don’t know,” he hummed with a mischievous grin touching his lips. “He might ring a bell but.. Are you sure you should be in here if he shows up? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for my sake. I couldn’t blame him for being insanely jealous if he walked in and saw you in bed with me in the state you’re in.” He tried not to laugh but that was impossible and dissolving into a fit of lighthearted chuckles took over. Their legs brushing together made the laughter break down to a quiet gasp, bare toes curled against the bed sheet. “Do the wrapping, hm?” Blaine scooted in and let his knee nudge against Barry’s until it was between both of the taller’s to draw him closer yet. A bare arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s slender waist, fingertips grazed along the small of a pale skinned back idly as though Blaine was wholly unaware just how far they might dip down with a barely there touch. “Lucky guy for getting the chance to do that. I’m jealous..”
Before the elusive speedster has the chance to pull away–the shorter of the pair catches him by the tie with a smirk and pulls him back in for a kiss. “Hello back, handsome.” A few more pecks are peppered across the other’s lips. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Miss me as much as I’ve missed you? You better have..”
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?”
Well.. Talk about an early birthday present. Stirring awake to the sight of Barry sprawled out on the bed with nothing but a very colorful bow on top of his head would be enough to make anyone’s day. However, Blaine was lucky enough to have it make his. Sleepy eyes brightened as he began to chuckle, hand slipping between his cheek and the pillow as he turned to face the bow-wearing speedster. “Hey back. Don’t you look…” Amazing, beautiful, too cute for words. A ton of other things could be said as hazel eyes gave Barry’s form an appreciative but playfully curious up and down. “Celebratory. But I don’t think you left much for me to unwrap,” he decided on teasing him instead. What sort of boyfriend did he end up with? Answering that question while staring at the sight in front of him was easy; the best one in the history of ever.
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