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ACCIDENTAL AFFECTION

send me ❥ for your muse to cuddle up next to mine while asleep on the couch @devilinarcddress

Finals were starting to feel like an endless hole of stress that Blaine wasn’t sure he was ever going to crawl out of.  Books and notes and more notes were strewn across the coffee table. Empty paper coffee cups and several mugs that kept being replaced because he forgot to take his with him into the kitchen were mixed into the mess.  Evidence that he was either trying to solve the crime of the century or–at least pass Composition/Music Theory without becoming a nervous wreck.  Words on the book he held close to his nose after losing the battle and stretching out on the couch began to blur.  The book hit the floor and Blaine Anderson was down for the count.

He barely registered a body snuggling up until he had his legs twisted into Santana’s to pull her close. One arm slid underneath a slender waist while the other wrapped around the top to keep her there.  Blaine even hummed quietly against her hair after burying his face into the cool, dark strands that tickled his nose.  They stayed like that for who knew how long–Blaine not budging an inch until another tug and wiggle pressed his cheek to the curve of her shoulder.  Lashes fluttered, slits of tired hazel peeked up and up went the eyebrows at the unexpectedness of it all.  Reaching up–he tucked a lock of hair dangerously close to her eye behind her ear and melted back down letting his eyes close because why not?  She was warm and soft and this was beyond comfortable.  “Hi,” a scratchy whisper, “You’re way too comfortable..not letting you move.  Too late. You’re stuck..”  His chest heaved in a content sigh and it was back to half-asleep with most of his weight now pressed against her side.  Right where it felt the most comfy.