Was this really going to happen? Maybe the stranger would pull out– nope, bad choice of words. What he meant was that maybe the other will just say it was joke or just decline. Truthfully, he wouldn’t be surprised about it being the latter. Hell, he was surprised with himself that he was– he was actually will to go through with this. Of course, if it turned out to be some creeper, he’d definitely be out of there in a flash. So far, it seemed like the both of them were being hesitant about the whole situation. Was he sure about this? Had this been a horrible idea? Should he just say no, and be done with it? All of those probably sounded like really good, reasonable options. Instead– “Yeah, yeah I’m sure about this, sorry, I just, i guess I figured no one would really call my number.” It was the honest truth. Barry didn’t expect the slight thrill he felt at the pit of his stomach, biting his lower lip as he thought this over one more time. Before giving the other his answer. “I’ll– I’ll see you soon then, I’ll um, I’ll be wearing a red sweater, and I’ll probably look a little out of breather.” There’s a bit of laughter, “Um– see you,” hopefully. And with that he hung up.
Blaine internalized his groan and let his back rest against the wall. With the way the both of them were approaching this conversation–he wondered if he made the right decision. The poor guy sounded like he was struggling to let it sink in that this was happening. Whatever this was–which it could be absolutely nothing! For all he expected? They could soon be sharing a drink over a bottle of bleach one of them could tip the bartender enough for him to hand over and a couple of rags as they scrubbed Barry’s name off the wall because–though he admitted in he put it there himself–he didn’t sound like he thought he made a good choice doing so. Not that Blaine had ulterior motives wanting to bring it to his attention. Not really. Or did he? A piece of the lonely part of him whispered into his conscience that he knew exactly what he was doing when he dialed the number. And a warning wasn’t the entire reason why. Swallowing thick–he echoed Barry’s laugh. “Y-Yeah. Sure. I–um. Bowtie and a navy blue cardigan. My name’s–.” Wait. Silence. When Blaine looked at his phone? The screen was just his wallpaper. Oh. Barry was on his way--crap! Hurrying back to the bar–Blaine took a seat and immediately ordered another drink. His hand shook when he motioned the bartender over. Better yet? “Make it a double. Thank you..”
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