Barry was actually glad he finally had an excuse to get out of bed. Few things were as uncomfortable as being in bed knowing for a fact he wouldn’t be getting any sleep, for there would always come a point when everything would bother him; he would either feel too cold or too hot, or couldn’t for the life of him find a position he was finally comfortable with, not to mention it was common knowledge one’s mind took advantage of that kind of opportunities to either remind one of moments they spend every single day of their lives trying to forget, or coming up with life-changing ideas that would disappear at the light of dawn.
He got the eggnog out of the fridge so it wouldn’t be too cold by the time it was served, opening the cabinet to reach for two mugs. “For real?” he sighed, for there were nothing but Christmas-themed mugs as far as the eye could see, all consequence of how oddly excited Joe got when it came to decorating the house for the holidays. Reluctantly, he settled for a Rudolph and a Santa shaped ones and hoped that Blaine would somehow find it quaint.
Blaine stood in front of the mirror adjusting his cardigan and grinning goofily at his reflection. Texting Barry was on a whim–half thinking that the man would be asleep and wake up in the morning wondering if Blaine was crazy for being up this late (on Christmas nonetheless). Or what he got into befriending an insomniac weirdo who thought it was okay to toss someone a random hello past midnight just because he couldn’t sleep. But the slim chance the opposite would happen, the one Blaine hoped for–happened. And after a quiet day of random texts and phone calls that made his apartment feel even emptier–he had somewhere to be and someone waiting for him to get there.
Not wasting any more time–the singer decided that the outfit he threw on (and changed once) was okay for a two in the morning junk food binge visit, grabbed the cookies he baked earlier and dashed out to catch his cab. Giddy energy danced in his eyes the entire trip until the taxi stopped–no doubt to the relief of the driver who had his ear talked off in spite of grunts, hums and nods being the only part of the conversation he added. Mainly, thanks to Blaine not shutting up about how excited he was and ‘I didn’t sound weird–did I? Do you think? I mean–people do that all the time. Not really but–you get my point?’ before a healthy tip was shoved into his hand and Blaine disappeared up the steps practically bouncing on his heels when he came to the door and gave it a knock.
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