Dave couldn’t help but laugh because he really wasn’t used to Blaine’s protectiveness and really wasn’t used to that tone from anyone but his dad. “Okay Dad, i’ll try to remember that next time,” he paused, still laughing a bit. “It was Siri by the way. I got Siri’s attention and had her text you for me. All hands free, I promise,” he continued, pulling up to a stop light. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, debating if maybe he should turn on some music when they hung up, because it could pass the time of the drive. “So I might have gotten kind of carried away on ice cream, by the way. I think we have enough ice cream to last us a very long, long time. Unless we eat it in one sitting, then it probably wont last that long,” he hummed, pressing down on the gas as the light changed colors.
“I’m really looking forward to this by the way. You have no idea how fast I wanted the weekend to come. It kind of felt like the rest of the week just kind of dragged out. My dad told me to take a chill pill a couple of times. Which, I told Brittany about, and she suggested I take the happy pills her cat sells. Not sure if I trust a cat to be my drug dealer,” he babbled, trying to fill up his drive with chit chat. He was glad that he had Brittany and Santana as friends, it made his life a whole lot more interesting, especially Brittany. As he pulled off of the highway onto the main road, someone swerved around him, and then in front, causing him to break suddenly. “Damnit,” he muttered, slowly picking up his speed again. “People here are stupid drivers,” he muttered. “But I should be there within the next twenty minutes.”
Hand on his hip, Blaine dropped his head forward and smiled wide enough to pinch the corners of his eyes hearing Dave was so excited he needed to be told to take a ‘chill pill’. Laughter crinkled their edges even more, hand lifting from his hip to wave frantically even though there was no one there to see. “Uh! No! No! I don’t think you want any of what Lord Tubbington is pushing. From what I hear? He can’t be trusted. Sold some bad heroine that got him in trouble with the mob or– I forget Brittany’s whole story but it was pretty intense. Had to go into hiding which I’m pretty sure was a trip to the vet for a checkup that lasted overnight.” Stopping by the window–Blaine pulled the curtains back and looked outside even though he knew Dave was a ways away like he could will him there faster. Jerking back at Dave’s reaction–he shook his head. “Okay! We’re officially done talking til you get here. Because I want you to get here. Not end up getting hit by one of Ohio’s finest examples of driving know how. I’ll see you soon.”
The sound of Dave’s tires against the driveway outside drew Blaine’s attention from tinkering with a few pianokeys. No real song. Just a plink, plink of notes that were a distraction more than any real effort. Blaine smiled down at his hands and curled his fingers towards his palm.
At least he was touching them again. He was opening the door before Dave had enough time to get parked. Shoulder leaning against the frame, a wide smile greeted his boyfriend as he rolled to a stop hand lifting in a wave of greeting before his arms crossed over his chest. As soon as Dave came into view outside the car–Blaine called out. “Need help with the bags? We can get your things later. Just get the ice cream before we end up committing the ultimate party foul and it’s a melted mess! Oh and hi! Glad you got here in one piece!”
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