jeff.

Jeff heard the complaints coming from Blaine’s mouth, turning in his seat he leaned in. “I highly doubt you are a bad singer, forget we share a bathroom and don’t think you haven’t escaped quite yet mister I sing maroon 5 in the shower when you don’t think anyone is hearing” He quipped quietly into his roommates ear as they were seated on the couch. He laughed when he pulled away and Blaine was apologizing and he’d heard them all wave off Jeff and say hi to Blaine then go back to what they were talking about. 

He had sat next to Blaine before in the cars, in class, while studying, but never this close. He had to admit to himself that his roommate smelled good, shaking the thought away and focusing on the music that the council was putting forth he felt someone poke his leg  and look down to see Trent and Thad both giving them glares. Sticking out his tongue he leaned closer into Blaine and whispered “Are you going to audition today?” lifting a brow curiously as he’d heard something about a potential Train song, Jason Mraz, perhaps Usher and his head spun around “I can work with those, but please no Bieber” He cried out dramatically putting his hand to his heart.

Fascinated by the side chatter as well as what the Council was pitching to the team–Blaine’s gaze darted from one person’s face to the other and back to the students seated behind the desk.  Over and over again.  Without really looking at any of them for very long.  He wanted to take it all in.  Understand what this was about.  More than what Jeff told him–and there was a lot–he wanted to see this in action.  Even if he wasn’t a part of it.  When Jeff leaned in–Blaine leaned closer too.  “You heard me do that,” he quipped back in a whisper trying not to be as embarrassed as he was after learning that his fair haired roommate was privy to his showertime homages to Adam Levine.

Oh God.  How much did he hear?  How often?  What about Katy Perry Monday Mornings? Hopefully he wouldn’t bring those up either.  Blaine thought he timed his showers after Jeff left or was dead asleep.  Here’s to making a note to fix that asap.  “I-I’m not sure,” he smiled at Jeff not seeming to mind the closeness as he did the first night in the car when he tried to make his already small stature even smaller as to not impose on anyone.  In fact?  He seemed to welcome it with a smile and a bubbling laugh he hid behind his hand.  Quieting down with an apologetic cringe given to Wes–Blaine returned his attention back to Jeff to say something else but only ended up laughing at his dramatic denouncement of the Biebs.  “Not a fan–I see?”