dave.

Why relief was the first thing he felt when Blaine answered the phone, Dave wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the fact that Blaine made him feel happy- – relaxed. He smiled stupidly at licking his lips. “Thirty minutes? Guess I have to be patient then. I’m getting things set up. Thought about ordering something for us to eat? Have you eaten dinner yet? Did I ask that earlier? I’m not actually sure if I did, but I mean, I haven’t eaten and I figured we could eat Chinese delivery or I dunno, pizza, and like, my dad’s out for the night so I figure since we have the house to ourselves, we could um, maybe go back to you know, childhood. Like um, camp out in the living room or I dunno, we could build a fort.” He knew he was rambling. He usually got to this point fairly quickly when he was talking to Blaine.

“Food would be great,” Blaine smiled like a dork even though Dave wasn’t there to see.  It was Dave’s fault for making him get all goofy and smile at the window like it was a flesh and blood person there to speak with.  Dave made him happy and it was easy to be like this just by speaking with him over the phone.  How could you not appreciate a person who just suggested the idea of a forte?  You can’t.  Plain and simple.  Laughter rang out before Blaine was able to get it under control enough to actually ask, “Did you just suggest we build a fort?  Like–a blanket fort?  Because I am so down for that, Dave.  Minor request?  Let’s drag the television inside. We could camp out and watch movies.  Eat some pizza?  Tell a story or two?” He mused, gushing about the sweetness of the idea.  “Dave?  This is what I–,” he paused and it was long enough to notice he stopped himself and might’ve changed gears from what word he nearly used so he could jump to something safer.  “What I adore about you.  Ideas like this.  It sounds perfect and there’s no other way I’d rather spend tonight.”