reconnecting.

For someone who was still iffy about revealing the truth, Barry was rather eager to get a call from Blaine.
He’s not sure what it is; It’s unlikely his morals are giving him a need to correct the situation, it’s not like he can be sure that they were ever really friends before when Blaine essentially didn’t know Barry at all.  And wasn’t that just a sad truth.

When the call does come, Barry springs to his feet to get into another room, throwing a couch pillow at Hartley as soon as the other’s mouth opens with assumably another wisecrack about his high school sweetheart come back from the past– insert overdramatic sigh here.
“Hey.”  Barry answers.

Fingers nervous plucked at the hem of his cardigan as he listened to the ringing tone.  –Please don’t let the voicemail pick up.–  
He was too excited to keep waiting for a chance to see Sebastian again.  The days went by far too slow between their run in and him having enough free time to devote a good chunk of his evening to his old friend. Now that he had it?  Blaine was brimming with eagerness and hoped that he wasn’t interrupting like he did the first night they saw one another.

His feet touched down onto the floor from the coffeetable they were resting on when Sebastian’s voice greeted him on the other end of the line.  “Hey.”  An ear to ear grin could be heard in Blaine’s voice.  Though he was thankful that the warmth on his cheeks–and the color he knew it had to brush over his skin–couldn’t be seen.
“So about that meet up?  Would tonight be good?  I’ve got an idea.”