hartley.

                ^{it’s  a  funny  story  ;;  one  he  isn’t  quite  SURE  how  to  relay.  instead,  hartley  allows  himself  an  IDLE  moment  to  think,  allow  the  whole  amiable,  good – natured  BUDDY  vibe  to  settle  between  them.  just  throw  it  out  there,  rathaway,  what’s  the  WORST  that  could  possibly  happen??  ❛ WELL.  as  it  just  so  happens,  i  have  to  go  to  this  little  country  club  charity  dinner  on  friday  and  i’m  short  a  plus  one. ❜  significant,  considering  his  parents  have  been  concerned  about  his  lack  of  PEERS  as  of  late——–}  

❛ what  do  you  say??  everything  will  be  on  ME. ❜  

      Did Hartley just ask him out on a date?  Blaine blinked–eyes combing over Hartley’s for a moment as he sat his stirrer off to the side.  A warm rush of heat spread over the bridge of his nose.  “I–.”  It was just a question.  Simple enough to answer.  Because–of course–his answer would be.. “Are you–?  I’d love to.  Of course.  Yes.”  He quickly pressed the edge of a fingernail into his palm in an effort to get the pitched tone of his voice under control.  “I know how BORING those things can be without someone around to talk to.  First hand experience.  And it’s awful,” he grinned trying harder to hide how secretly excited he suddenly was at the idea. Though, of course, he had to burrow his brows together and blurt out something awkward to break the secret right after.  “It’s a date,” he hummed before stopping mid-thought and lifting up a hand motioning like he was trying to erase the last three words before Hartley was offended or thought he read too much into it.  “I mean–I didn’t–you know.  Figure of speech?  Um..  Yeah.”