barry.

“That’s– okay, that’s pretty cool.” He wondered what he would have thought of a club like that back in high school, before he was struck by lightning and back when the possibility of becoming a vigilante would have been the most farfetched thought to ever cross his mind. Given the fact that he had been into comic books most of his life and seeing as people at school already did not like him all that much, chances were he would have joined without much of a second thought. His smile ran away from his face at the sudden punctuation of the crack of thunder that had him turn towards the window, green eyes reflecting the silver of lightning as it spread its way across the sky. Despite the fact it had probably landed miles away from the city, he could swear he could feel his already racing heart going even faster. When Blaine kept on talking, however, he cleared his throat, pulling himself out of the transe that watching the storm implied. “Well, Nightbird sounds awesome. And it also sounds like you guys went to a school with an… unbelievable club budget.” Students in his own school had to hold a sale of any kind almost every other month just to keep the Drama Club running. “So, what was the symbol?” They had the arrow, they had the bolt of lightning, they had the ‘S’ that stood for hope– He was curious as to what a nightbird symbol would look like. “That’s fine, I– I’m not really the most coordinated guy you’ll ever meet.” Even though he had learned to bump into less things after he got his speed, he was still quite prone to running into door frames or accidentally knocking over a mug. “Still, this is so cool of you, thank you,” he gratefully expressed as he took the change of clothes. “That sounds great actually, I’ll meet you downstairs in a minute.” The t-shirt was quite loose around the chest and arms, but thankfully Cisco was not around to point out just how much bigger than him Blaine’s brother might be. “Man…” he complained to himself when he sighted his hair on the mirror, combing it with his fingers as best he could without much success. After batting a hand at the matter, since he believed he would survive one night without hair wax, he trotted his way down the stairs, carrying his wet clothes under his arm. 

By the time Barry changed and met Blaine back downstairs–the musician managed to put together a couple of mugs full of black tea that were waiting on the counter next to a jar of honey for Barry to sweeten up how he might like.  A couple of candles that were already on the counter were lit up filling the room with the scent of leaves and pumpkin.  Blaine’s love for anything fall smelling often filled the house with the smells he loved best.  Warm, comforting, and something to escape the grossness of the weather outside with.  Leaning with his hip against the edge of the countertop–Blaine was thumbing through his phone as the speedster appeared and he looked up sharply at the noise.  Seeing Barry in Cooper’s clothes curved Blaine’s lips into a wistful smile.  They hung loose on Barry’s much more slender frame but they were clean and dry and Barry looked cute in them.  Did he just think cute?  Barry was cute. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that.  Catching himself biting his lip as he read across Barry’s gaze for a little longer than he should have considering it made his nose and cheeks start to feel warm–Blaine blinked and stood taller hoping he didn’t just weird the other out by staring the wrong way.  Or for too long.  Oh boy.  Did his brain just stutter?  Wonderful!  About that! Moving on!  “Hey!  Dry clothes!  Great!”  Springing into action–Blaine approached the other holding out his phone to make an exchange for Barry’s clothes.  “Here.  Let me put these in the dryer and–if you promise not to laugh too much?  There’s a few pictures on here of my Nightbird costume.  Without me in it.  I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal all of my former secret identity yet.  Okay.  I lied.  I’m not sure I’m ready to reveal myself inside that costume,” laughing in spite of himself–he took hold of the clothes and deposited his phone in Barry’s hand.  “At least you can see my amazing symbol?”  Picking up the conversation as if they never stopped–he spoke over the thunder as it rumbled outside.  The sky had gone darker as the rain batted against the window above the sink.  “There’s a kettle on the stove and your tea is,” his thumb went over his shoulder, “there.  I wasn’t sure how you liked it so–I’m going to make myself scarce and take care of these while you check those out.  Otherwise?  It’s just me awkwardly staring trying to judge how cheesy you think I was.”  His smile went from wide to lopsided when he shrugged in a jokingly hopeless manner.  “Give me a few seconds and I’ll be back?”