Barry made a fort, because he could, and what better way to celebrate the new year? It’s not like he could get drunk, and besides he got to cuddle up close to Blaine. That was a lot better than going to a club. Shush, don’t judge him. He nuzzles the other’s neck, pressing soft kisses, up to his jawline, and then to those lips Barry likes so much. “Happy New year,” he utters, before kissing him again.

Blaine laid on his back watching Barry in their makeshift fort.  This had to be the most perfect way of bringing in the New Year that his boyfriend could have thought of.  He’d been in New York City for several years now and did the Times Square thing, the bar thing.  The high class restaurant with boring dinner that nearly put him down for the count out of sleepiness long before the clock ever struck midnight.  That was checked off his list thanks to June.  A house party with friends?  Yeah, he’d done that too and ended up kissing someone he never thought he’d kiss.  Which ended up in an awkward way to start that year. No, this was perfect and as far as Blaine was concerned?  They could stay here all night.  

A soft sigh parts just wettened lips as the kisses move up his jawline.  One that hums it’s way into an enamoured laugh once their mouths part.  “Happy–,” but he didn’t get the last part out before Barry’s mouth was on his again.  Fingers tethered through chestnut hair and bare toes that were just wiggling thanks to the pecks curled in as he lifted his head to make this one last. Yep.  Just.  Perfect.