barry.

He was calmer now, the worry, and fear he felt
had subsided for the moment. Barry could focus
all day on the negative, on the fear, on what could
have happened. And that would be a wasted day.
Right now if anything, he should very much focus
on the thing before him. Blaine breathing, happy,
and in one piece. His heart beating, and the warmth
of his skin against his own lips. Hold him close, and
offering a smile in return. The action had been tender,
simple, but he still hoped that Blaine could feel,
understand in that one gesture how Barry felt about him.
It was moments like these that he liked going at a
much slower pace, rather than rushing through them.  
There’s a bubble of laughter pushing through his lips,
arms moving to warp themselves around a familiar waist.
Settling there, and pulling him as close he could given
the space they had. “Oh no,” he uttered dramatically, with
the slightest pout on his lips, “That’s not exactly fair, what
ever shall I do? How am I going to escape?” Although
that was the last thing on his mind.

Blaine felt a swell of triumph fill his heart when he watched
Barry begin to relax and some of the worry and fear faded.
He was so sorry for being the reason it was there.  Another
apology was on the tip of his tongue but never saw the light
of day.  Why ruin the slow curve of the moment towards a
brighter and lighter mood by reminding him?  Barry knew he
was sorry.  –Let it go.  Let us both forget.–   Laughing softly
after forcing the last notion of I’m sorry’s out of the way–Blaine
quickly shrugged.  “I don’t know,” he hummed, “I guess you
can just,” their foreheads met and Barry was less than an inch
away from the most mischievous grin and set of squinted eyes
that Blaine could manage.  And in his rush to make things okay
again?  His mischief game was currently at it’s strongest. “Deal
with it.  Because I can hang on pretty tight if I want to.  Like a
super determined ball of lint that you can’t shake off no matter
how hard you try.”  Hang on.  Did he just compare himself to a
ball of lint?  What–was–that–even?  Still..the comparison was
pretty spot on.  But–lint–Really?  “See,” he touched the tip of
Barry’s nose with the tip of his and his ankles crossed together
behind Barry’s back, his right hand grabbed his left wrist and
tightly locked it in place. Barry–officially–had a Cling On Blaine.
“Not going anywhere.”