Even if there had been a part of Barry that would have wanted to ditch movie-night, any intentions of leaving would have immediately evaporated the second he saw himself caught in Blaine’s grip. Unsurprisingly, like everything else about him, his touch transmitted a warm sense of comfort that nobody, no matter how heartless, would ever bring themselves up to abandoning. In fact, such was the amenity and smugness that the speedster was actually drawn closer to him, setting his own glass of wine aside so he could shift more easily, significantly shortening the gap of space left between them. “Well, what if… I told you how much I’ve humiliatingly missed you too?” The amusement in his features had diminished significantly, because every joke was set aside when it came to communicating how he felt. He had spent most of his life being scared of his own feelings and it had gotten him nowhere, just like he had been warned by virtually everyone close to him. He was determined to give connecting with them a shot instead, and now that he was getting to know someone as special as Blaine was, the timing seemed perfect.
“And walking out any other time, that would be acceptable to you?” the forensic scientist teased, reaching over for the remote so he could select the title they had implicitly agreed on, if only to silently indicate that he would only leave when Blaine so requested. He wanted to believe that the only way in which how his arm nudged forward so it would end up properly cradling the other’s head would have been more subtle was if it had actually been an unintentional consequence of his leaning forward to reach for his glass of wine. Nevertheless, he thought it sensible to mask the gesture in an unrelated action, grant Blaine the chance to move his head without feeling like he was directly rejecting an advance. Of course he would have been perfectly entitled to do that as well, but at least this way Barry would know for sure he at least wouldn’t be guilting Blaine into keeping that position.
Hearing he was missed just as humiliatingly bad made Blaine pause any sort of teasing he might’ve been using to cover up trying to get his feelings on the table without making things awkward should the depth be embarrassingly one-sided. His nose scrunched like he was waiting for some sort of punchline to follow. A laugh. Anything to cheese up the moment but it didn’t happen. Barry looked serious. Blaine looked like he was caught between did that just happen and say that one more time. Sure he had his hopes, even his suspicions, but he’d been trying to do this best to play things on the cautious side of whatever kind of turn out this..er..whatever they were doing here might end up being. That same spark of hope brought a glint of light in his eyes that the taunting didn’t quite ignite. His expression read ‘really?’ before he curled his fingertips against Barry’s leg and gave it a gentle squeeze to say thanks and me too. Wait! They were talking. Right, right. Wow! Okay. Things got a little dizzily lightheaded there for a second. Something about Singing In The Rain and remotes and–Blaine’s eyebrows crinkled towards one another and his smile was lopsided, still struck moments later by humiliatingly missed you too to recover completely. The stupefied grin said it was in the best sort of way possible.
Ah! Good! Back to teasing. Before he ended up tongue-tied and saying something silly. Gasping as he reached his free arm up and poked the tip of Barry’s nose, Blaine smirked and rolled his eyes. “No. Don’t even think about leaving. Period.” He moved easily with the nudge, letting Barry situate the both of them as he saw fit. Cause he’d be hard pressed to complain about any sort of cuddling action. Since when, ever, has he shied away from that? Never. Not in a million years. Looking up at him from his angle brought another dumb smile across his lips. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of this. So..,” hazel eyes squinted measuringly, “Would you stay the night if I asked?” His tongue caught the swell of his bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth. Yeah, he went there. Oh boy. He went there.
Barry breathed out a chuckle and even though he noticed the way in which Blaine’s smile wobbled, his did not. Social interactions had always posed a challenge; other people’s hesitation made insecurity emerge in his heart, being pumped all around his system, fearing as though he might be the reason why they felt uncomfortable, or bored, or whatever it was that had them looking put off by their conversation. More often than not he remained oblivious to the fact that the true reason might have been that he was making the other person as flushed and nervous as they were making him. This time, however, was different. Now he wouldn’t go as far as smugly claiming Blaine was totally into him ( he could see in his manner that there was more to the story he could not explicitly ask to hear just yet ), but suddenly interacting didn’t feel like such a struggle.
Instead, with the warmth he could feel taking over his smile and his inability to tear his eyes from his face, he felt as though he was communicating exactly what he wanted; how comforted and flattered and honored he felt to be deemed as special company. He was not worrying about staying silent for too long, or whether or not he was coming off as creepy by looking at him longer than he should have been, or any other thought that would have normally been tormenting him. Even if he did manage to make heat rise up his face every now and again, and a goofy bashful smile spread across his lips in spite of himself, interacting with Blaine was inexplicably easy. It was new and comforting and nothing he could see himself jeopardizing by doing something as senseless as overthinking.
Perhaps it was that new, comforting feeling, or the relief of no longer subjecting himself to his insecurity, or the sight of twinkling Christmas lights bouncing off Blaine’s face ( he had yet to find a lighting that did not flatter him ), but the speedster felt as though a great weight had temporarily been lifted off his shoulders. He slid his hands into his pockets, looking around his home. Acting humble would have proven futile; the pictures of three smiling faces ( and a few recent of four and more ) decorating every flat surface on the room spoke for themselves. “I used to do this thing when I was a kid.” He jerked his head towards the star on the top of the tree, suddenly blinking in a rhythmic pattern as though dancing to a mute Christmas carol. “It blinks like that for a few seconds every couple of minutes and I used to think that… if I caught it while it was blinking and made a wish before it stopped, it’d come true.”
Everything about Barry and this house and the people inside the pictures that called it home exuded so much warmth it was impossible not to feel it seep inside of you and make you feel like this is exactly where you wanted to be. Especially on a night like tonight. When it was supposed to be spent with those you love, the ones you want to keep the closest to yourself. People you couldn’t imagine living without. And here he was, standing beside someone so perfectly new. So apart from anything in his past that it made him feel like he could build something from the ground up for the first time in such a long time that hope was an emotion that was impossible not to feel. Something he had told himself time and time again that he’d be more cautious of settling into the idea of. Hope could bring so many problems with it if placed in the wrong person or given to the wrong idea or thing. If he was going to let himself feel that with someone again? Blaine promised himself it’d be someone who wouldn’t…
Clearing his throat and breathing past where his mind was trailing off to, hazel eyes darted up to the blinking star on top of the tree. “Okay that’s the most adorable thing ever and now I’m making you wait here until it happens again. Whether you like it or not. I mean. We could always use a wish or two coming true. Couldn’t we?” Without thinking, without so much as a pause, Blaine’s hand crept out and his fingers laced through the slender length of Barry’s gathering them in a loose, tentative grip that strengthened once he caught his attention again and smiled. “Have I told you how grateful I am that you invited me over tonight? You have no idea how much it means. That you’d even want to.”
His lips twitched into a small smile as the edge of his thumb grazed back and forth over the side of Barry’s hand. Tearing his gaze away and back up to the glowing star up above, he narrowed his gaze thoughtfully almost like he was gearing himself up to catch it at the very first sign it might be ready to start blinking. “What would you wish for tonight? Or am I not supposed to ask that because it won’t come true if you tell me? I forget the rules,” he mused with a crease of wonder formed between his eyebrows, “Do you think that only pertains to birthday wishes? Cause I’m thinking Christmas ones are way more powerful and should be able to override any limits. Don’t you?”
A triumphant grin dressed the speedster’s features. Indeed he knew of Blaine’s fondness of musicals, but he knew little to nothing about the context in which he liked to watch them, what kind of mood he needed to be in before even considering watching one, whether or not he preferred theatre over movies——admittedly, the seemingly casual comment had been but a shot in the dark that happened to successfully hit the target because from Barry’s perspective, Christmas time was the perfect context in which to watch some old-fashioned, black and white musical comedies as an attempt to enhance his spirits, readying him to enjoy what was probably one of his favorite times of the year. Now that he thought about it, that casual comment might have almost been a subconscious attempt at opening up. Guarded as he was known to be most of the time, revealing almost nothing about his personal life ( mostly because he didn’t want to accidentally give away clues that could lead to the revelation of unspeakable secrets ), he wanted to believe that was actually him making personal progress, relationship-wise.
“My favorite?” Suddenly, from feeling proud about his own step forward towards emotional maturity, he went back to feeling self-conscious, invaded by the irrational fear that Blaine would find in his choice for a favorite musical a reason for which to judge him. Of course if he gave it proper thought, there was absolutely nothing reprovable about it, especially by someone who openly admitted to love musicals, but it was called an IRRATIONAL fear for a reason. Fearsome hesitation was soon chased away by the pair of lips pressed to his cheek, making Barry’s smile return. “Uh, it’s… Singing In The Rain,” he therefore answered at last with a lot more confidence that he would have before Blaine joined him, welcoming the glass of wine with an appreciative bob of his head. “My mom and I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid.” The other’s confession caught him while he was taking a sip of wine, leaving him with no choice but to raise his eyebrows over the rim of his class as a reaction. “You sort of missed me?” His smile morphed into a touched grin and his arm rose to drape itself around him, resting on the back of the couch behind Blaine’s head. “I mean, if you want I could just leave until you miss me for real.”
Singing In The Rain? Barry looking so unsure about his answer made Blaine cock his head to the side. Why would anyone feel embarrassed about loving a Gene Kelly classic. Probably THE Gene Kelly classic. Grinning playfully, he was about to suggest that they search for it so they could put it on when his very night he was secretly relishing over was horribly threatened! Feigning a gasp and a wide eyed, hurt look–Blaine snapped his gaze from the wine he was squinting at straight to the man beside him. Dropping his jaw–round, hazel eyes blinked. “You so aren’t going to do that. Nope. I’m not letting you go now.” Chuckling, he lowered his glass and turned so that he could rest his shoulder against the back of the couch and lean his head towards Barry’s arm. One hand reached out to clasp over an outstretched bicep and he plucked at Barry’s sleeve, eyebrow raising as he goaded him on. “I mean. I already have been.. For real. You have no idea. I had to joke about it because of the humiliating level of missing you that it actually was.” Okay, that last part was true. One hundred percent true.
If Barry had any clue how many nights he spent wishing that the spot on the other side of his bed was occupied by Barry’s warmth instead of empty air, Blaine would probably crawl into a hole and not come out until the speedster promised to never make eye contact again. After a brief pause where his lips remained smiling, but parted. Gaze fixed on Barry’s but glimmering with unsurety–Blaine brought his glass up and took a swallow to mute any sort of slip he might’ve been on the edge of. Instead of words, he let his temple come to rest against the couch close enough to the inside of Barry’s elbow that one jerk up would have him knocking his skull into his arm. Turning just far enough that he could spot the remote sitting on the end table beside Barry, he gestured towards it with a wave of fingers lifting only far enough from his knee to be noticed and cleared his throat. “Um. I think we found the title of our first movie. What do you say? Or you can find any number you like. First round’s on you. Now, you gotta stick around. Cause leaving during a movie you picked is beyond rude.” See what he did there? Oooh! Slick!
Gathering enough self-control to stop himself from pressing to Blaine’s lips each and every kiss he believed he deserved was challenging, as evidenced by the way he immediately leaned in for a second after having only just pulled away from the first one, but somehow, he managed, making up for it by granting himself a few seconds to shamelessly contemplate him. “You’re very welcome. And thank you for all the… hours of labor you put into this.”
He glanced down at the card he had spent far too long not looking at, realizing that perhaps it was the person behind the joke that brought such a bright smile to his features rather than the joke itself——although admittedly, the joke had something to do with it too. “See, I got you the ‘I’m falling for you and I can’t get up’ meme card but… I feel like you beat me already, this one’s much better.”
Blaine was helpless when it came to resisting any kiss given to him from the man who remained so dangerously close even after the pecks finally peppered down to a halt. Pulling away was an impossible idea. Preposterous even! So, he returned each one and even chased after another by lifting up off his heels in hopes of landing one. Which he did. If on the tip of Barry’s chin counted. It did for him. Satisfied, for now, he hummed his gratitude for Barry acknowledging such a labor of love on his part to create the masterpiece on his desk. “You’re welcome. I’d do it all over again for that look on your face.” Cause it filled him with such warmth, the sensation was indescribably yearned for now.
That feeling he got when he mad Barry happy was the best feeling he’s had in so long. How could he even attempt to say how much it meant? Sure, he could try to sing it (face it, he probably would later) but he wanted him to know now. Hazel eyes utterly sparkling with happiness were practically pinched closed with how wide he smiled before laughter took over. His arms lifted, wrapped around Barry’s shoulders so he could keep him close. “Hmm. That one is a pretty close second runner up. I’ll give you an A plus anyway. Especially if you really have fallen for me..and you know.. Um?.” Biting his lip, he lifted both brows in a hopeful plea. “I mean? At least a little bit? Or a lot.. Definitely. A lot would be much better but..yeah.”
“Yeah. Absolutely. Cure for frozen bones, that’s… probably what she was going for.” He playfully muffled those last few words against the rim of his mug as he took another sip, licking the remaining nog off his lips. He could make fun of Grandma Esther’s very likely semi-alcoholism but bottom line was that recipe was delicious and it certainly livened the hell up of any party. Even if he had been able to enjoy that particular effect of the beverage, he was sure that in that scenario, he wouldn’t need it. All those melancholic thoughts that took over at night, keeping Barry from sleeping a wink, Blaine had swept away without even trying. Just by existing that young man managed to get past all the burden that had befallen him all those years and get to the person the scientist used to be, to the point he suspected if he thought about the kind of man he had turned into, he wouldn’t recognize himself; he would be unable to justify what at other times come across as almost logical. That was one of his favorite things about Blaine ( he was trying to cut down on those, for the list was getting too long for it to be normal ): not only was he the kind that would brighten one’s mood just by walking into the room– he also inspired him to want to be a better person around him.
“You could have used being a pretty lucid sleepwalker in school?” Although, especially through college, that was what some days felt like in school, dragging his feet through hallways after having gotten close to not sleep, barely able to put two and two together. He figured that must have been the experience of most students. “Oh–” Eyebrows shot in surprise. “And I mean… am I worth the special occasion, or did you wanna tell me your friend’s name so I don’t accidentally bring this up if I ever meet ‘im?” In spite of his joke, Barry knew perfectly well the answer to the first question was the one he was looking forward to the most. “Right?” he couldn’t help agreeing as he looked around his home. “I’m looking for a place of my own ‘cause, you know– it’s long overdue, but… I don’t know, I’ve lived in here since I was eleven except when I left for college.” He glanced his way and shrugged his shoulder with a tight smile, as a way to apologize for not being able to come up with clearer words. “I don’t know, it’s hard to picture myself anywhere but here.” Or perhaps it was the people living inside the house he couldn’t see himself away from. Blaine’s next move caught him off guard, and for a second, Barry looked adopted an awestruck, flushed, foolish expression, like a teenager omg-ing inside after their crush turned to talk to them for the very first time. “Yeah. Sure.” A bright grin on his lips, he put his own mug aside, dusting his hands off in his jeans before he took Blaine’s, leading towards the dining room. “We always go for the more… traditional kinda theme. You know, tinsels and candy canes and mistletoe and… the kinda stuff you see on an NBC Christmas Special, I guess.”
“Couldn’t we all? Okay. Only if I could’ve gotten some of my work done while half-asleep.” He mused over the rim of his mug savoring the smell of cinnamon and eggnog underneath his nose. A small huff of laughter caused a rippling wave in the thick liquid. “Scratch that. I’m pretty sure I did pull that off on more than one occasion now that I’ve thought about it.” Stopping at the question, Blaine lowered his mug and ran the edges of the top row of his teeth across the corner of his bottom lip. “You would be the special occasion. You and your company,” his voice was lower and waivered just a tad. A bit of insecurity showed in how his smile jerked back into place, wobbly at first but still there. Was that too much? Did he imply too much with that? Christ, he didn’t want to scare him off by crossing a line he wasn’t sure where the beginning was.
“I haven’t had anyone at my place or actually showed up to somewhere I was invited to for a Christmas or two,” he tried justifying his answer without dismissing the fact that he was truly happy that Barry was the one to break the cycle of only phone calls and dinners for one that tapered off to nothing special after the first depressing year of way too many leftovers by being someone he found himself incapable of saying no to or giving some flimsy excuse to avoid visiting. “So..yeah. I meant the first part way more than the second.” Considering the person in question and Barry meeting was about as far from a possibility that it could be.
Jumping at the chance for a change of subject. Both from where he might’ve put his shoe in his mouth and possibly lead the conversation into topics far too dismal for the last waking hours of Christmas night. Blaine hopped off of the couch and followed happily behind Barry stopping in front of the tree with a slack jawed look of awe. The tree was beautiful from the distant view of the living room. Seeing it up close though? Filled Blaine’s stomach and chest with a warmth that put the one from the spiked eggnog to shame. “It’s gorgeous,” he reached out and carefully pressed the tip of his finger underneath a particularly shiny golden icicle shaped ornament smiling at the warped and weird reflection of them on it’s surface. “NBC Christmas Special or not? You can tell happy people put this together and that’s what’s important. Isn’t it?” His head cocked to the side and he made an unconscious pout as he moved the ornament to the left and right watching it gleam and shine. Definitely a house full of happiness and love. All shown in the pretty package of a tree that was utterly breathtaking. Not that it needed it. You could feel it radiating from the walls here.
Lips tenderly welcomed the second kiss, a warm smile gently making its way across them as they pulled away. There came a point in which a person’s kisses became casual; sweet, of course, emotional, especially at the beginning, but eventually that fireworks-in-your-head, bells-in-your-ears magic would wear out and melt away into affectionate familiarity. With Blaine, however, that magic remained ever present, ignited as it had been the very first time, perhaps even more intensely each time. Like a fifteen-year-old being kissed for the first time, each time their lips parted, Barry felt his heart thumping and words running away from his brain, like he no longer knew how to articulate them, at least for the upcoming few seconds.
“You got it.” Even though he had been invited to make himself comfortable, the forensic scientist treated the space about him as respectfully as possible for the sake of not overstepping any unspoken boundaries. While allowing his eyes to roam curiously around the room, he touched nothing besides the remote and the couch he took a seat on. “By the way, I’m lousy at picking movies,” he playfully warned as he flicked through the options, having always passed the burden onto somebody with better taste, usually Cisco. “Unless musicals are an option.” As well as being one of the few things that managed to cheer him up when he was down, musicals were also all he could think about when he was at his happiest. In light of recent events, it seemed appropriate to turn to that genre.
Unable to resist the urge with the caress of Barry’s warm breath against his cheek goading him on, Blaine let his fingertips rest against the curve of the speedster’s jaw. Only to savor the sensation of his fingertips against the pale, bare skin for a beat or two. Once he had his fill–for now–he stepped back and made his way towards the kitchen to fetch the wine he’d momentarily forgot about while getting lost in his favorite shade of green. Completely oblivious to the fact that Barry was walking around his living room like he was inside the Met trying not to destroy everything in his path, Blaine spoke loud enough in hopes he’d hear. “Do you know me at all,” he laughed softly while hovering over a stubborn corkscrew that refused to turn, “You had me at musicals.”
Both brows shot up! Success! The dang thing finally managed to pull the cork out before he resorted to digging the cork out with a freaking knife! How classy would that have been? Carefully gathering the stems of two glasses between the fingers of one hand and carrying the bottle in the other, the singer made his way back to the living room with a still pretty wide, triumphant grin making him a whole lot more doofy looking than he realized. His victory against the wine bottle put a pep in his step right up to the couch where he plopped down next to Barry and bent to set everything on the coffee table. “Let’s watch your favorite. I’m way too curious to see now that you made that confession. If we make it through one? I’ll pick the next. Sound good?” Unable to resist one more kiss, he planted on on Barry’s cheek. Whatever they watched was secondary to him just being happy to spend time with Barry. The movies and wine? They were nice. But nowhere close to how content he was to have Barry here instead of a too quiet, too chilly night alone. “I’m glad you could make it, by the way.. I sort of missed you.”
“It’s not too much,” Barry reassured him, reading ( or at least sensing ) a trace of insecurity in Blaine’s tone, as if anyone could be anything but appreciative towards such a welcoming. “Actually, it’s exactly what I would have done.” In his case, he would have spent half an hour dashing up and down his loft, wondering if he had lit too many candles, or too few, or if the flowers were too much, or if maybe he should add a vase with flowers on whatever space was left on the first flat surface he caught sight on. Which was why he was relieved Blaine had been the one to invite him over instead, unknowingly sparing him from some serious stressing out.
It was not too much, not to his eyes, but for someone who would have done the exact same thing, Barry was still having a hard time wrapping his head around why anyone would go through that much trouble for him. Not because there was some masochist tendency trying to convince him he didn’t deserve it ( all thoughts of that nature were kept at bay when Blaine was around ), but because any scenario at all, anything the other would have wanted to receive him with would have been perfect, nothing would have been repelling. After all, how could it when behind it rested the intention of doing something nice for him? To prove just how appreciative he was, Barry walked over the few steps that separated them, a single hand reaching over to cup Blaine’s chin so he could tilt his head up towards him and press a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
A cool splash of relief washed in, tickling it’s way across the growing temperature of his cheeks and down his spine right into his belly where it eased the discomfort that was building up the more he watched Barry take everything in. It hit him so hard that a sigh nothing short of an unspoken thank goodness that he couldn’t hold it in was exhaled deep enough that his chest sank. And he could officially breathe again after. “I know it is. But I wanted to preempt that and take my chance while the taking was good,” he hummed softly mindlessly chewing on his bottom lip right after. Round eyes watched the taller of the pair close, enjoying how he lit up and smiled at him. This reaction was why he did what he did. Just to see that expression.
The distance was closed and Blaine stopped gnawing on his bottom lip the second his chin was taken into Barry’s delicate hold. Nothing, short of a few things he wouldn’t think about currently, could make his knees as weak as the seemingly small, but to Blaine, intimate beyond words gesture. Putty in his hands. Or hand. That’s what it made him. Head to toe, he relaxed and lifted up slightly meeting the kiss gently as his fingers touched down, feather light, against the bends of Barry’s elbows. “You’re welcome,” another kiss and he lowered his heels the inch or two to the floor they’d risen from. Dumbstruck for a beat, he gave him a lopsided, curious little smile then seemed to catch himself with an upwards twitch of his brows and a stuttered. “You can make yourself comfortable while I get us some wine. Pick a movie maybe? Anything you want.”
A hand rose to cup the other’s chin to lean further into the fast evolving kiss. The sudden sound of an alert coming from his phone made his head fall back in frustration; when he looked down at the device, he realized it was time he left for work. “Nah, screw it,” he decided as he captured Blaine’s lips with his own yet again—after all, with his luck, chances were he would have found a reason to be late on his way over anyway.
Feeling Barry’s fingers curl against his chin sent a spark of electricity down Blaine’s spine. One that danced along his nerves and made goosebumps wash down his neck. Such a simple gesture that was anything but in regards to what it had the power to do to him. He lingered in the kiss, hands coming to rest gently on Barry’s sides before a chime broke their mouths apart and Blaine not only groaned outwardly but now knew what it felt like for his whole body to feel the noise that came from him a bit louder than he wanted. He barely had time to blink at the ‘screw it’ before Barry’s mouth reconnected with his and he was lifting up to greet it, sighing happily through his nose as he lost his breath. His hold tightened like just by holding him, he would keep Barry there longer. Sure, he should feel guilty about making him late but as he deepened the kiss and tasted the faint flavor of mint mixed with Barry? That was way too hard to do.
Even though he had waited for what had felt like an eternity, Barry was very much aware the only means of transportation that could have gotten him to the other side of the city in such a short length time would have had to be a rocket ship, which was why he had his legendary ‘crazy Uber driver’ excuse at a ready in case the other asked any questions. The moment he turned to meet an open door, however, all of those he had been moulding over since his arrival were blow away as though by means of a breeze.
“Hey!,” he therefore greeted back with a bright grin, deaf to whatever had embarrassed Blaine about his original form of greeting. “Well, I mean, since you’re asking so nicely,” he then proceeded to tease, raising a shoulder as he stepped inside. Eyebrows rose in surprise at the sight of candles and wine, not because he disapproved, but rather because he himself was used to being the one receiving somebody else with such a scenery. “Wow…”
Getting a bit awestruck at first seeing Barry was something Blaine wouldn’t get use to but was sort of learning to expect. It’d been forever (or at least it felt that way) since he’d let someone in close enough to make him feel the way Barry was beginning to make him feel. Excited to see someone. To be near them, even. The idea of having something like they were beginning to become used to be such a daydream that was best left as nothing more than that in his book. Enter the late summer storm of last year and being holed up in a music sheet store for shelter for the night that, thankfully, wasn’t spent alone and, with it, Barry. His guard and easy obliviousness to daring to chip away the wall Blaine never thought he’d build just crumbled. One chip at a time. Until there was nothing more than cinder blocks of a foundation and Blaine stood staring down at it wondering how or why he’d ever constructed it to begin with.
Missing the chance with Barry would’ve been a shame bouncing off the walls and never getting in. And, yet, it was such a subtle thing that now had him decorating the entire living room just for a late night visit. Oh and don’t forget the wine. Letting Barry enter first–Blaine stuck a bit behind and watched as he glanced around and took notice of everything he’d put into getting things ready to have him over. A tiny knot formed in his belly thanks to the voice in the back of his head. Was it too much? “It’s not too much..is it? I just.. You’re always doing such nice things for me. I wanted the chance to return the favor and this time you couldn’t stop me.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) That’s as good of a confirmation as any, consider me on my way.
Barry’s bright grin of charmed amusement ( the kind of smile Blaine Anderson hardly ever failed to inspire ) soon turned into a pursed expression of impatience as he glanced up at the clock high up on the wall. His leg bounced on the ball of his foot as he watched seconds drag by painfully slow, waiting for them to turn to minutes, and waiting for those to turn into the appropriate amount of time it would take someone (not a person who had been blessed with superhuman superspeed ) to make their way over.
( mssg » barry | sent ) Perfect! I’m glad we’ve come to this conclusion! ( mssg » barry | sent ) I’ll see you soon.
Blaine used the time between Barry and his round of riddles that ended in a promise he’d see him tonight and the other showing up to tidy his apartment and put out a bottle of wine and two glasses. Were the candles he lit on the mantle of his fireplace and the zinfandel too much? Maybe. He stood in the center of the living room, fists on his hips glancing over the place. Teeth worried at his bottom lip as nervous excitement danced in his veins. A sensation that was one part dizzy and one part grin inducing happy.
Hearing the knock on the door, the musician blinked and hurried over. Barry was greeted with a bright smile and hazel eyes dancing with that nervous energy that made them all the more bright. “Hi,” he circled back less pitched this time but the heat on his cheeks when he noticed his tone made them pink. “I mean–hey. Come in? Please?” Then remembered to step aside so he could.
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