jeff.

Jeff had been mid chorus when he heard the voice and he felt his face heat up before his ass hit the ground “OH HOLY FUCK” the words were loud and over the music could probably be heard by the next room over. He hoped to hell that Blaine had vanished he didn’t need this getting out to the other Warblers that Jeff had lost his cool and got scared at someone talking to him while he was in the shower. 

He sat there for a moment under the hot water and tried to collect himself it was nothing embarrassing right. Blaine, the cute roommate guy whose new to the school happens to come home early to campus from the holidays, and call out that he was back and that his voice was A Plus worthy. He worried his lip and furrowed his brows in a way that Nicky would say made steam come out of his ears. He tried to not over think it, but his brain was working a mile a minute at everything that wasn’t what it really was, because it wasn’t anything Jeff knew this.

Blaine slapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jeff go down with a smack of bare skin against the tiles and a scream.  Wide eyes stared at the empty room ahead.  Nothing short of a miracle kept Blaine where he was frozen in time rather than going with his gut instinct and dashing in to help the other boy.  That would’ve added a whole new layer of awkward to this entire embarrassing situation.  “I’m so sorry,” came out as a muffled blend of the words into Blaine’s palm.  Snapping it away–he repeated the words louder this time and took a few steps backwards away from the doorframe.

“I’ll–uh–grab my things and–,” Blaine’s limbs finally remembered how to move better than the few jerky steps that created some distance between him and the bathroom wall.  “You can meet me downstairs–I mean–if you want.  The few of us that were here early decided to throw a small New Years celebration!  You can join us? I’m–sorry again.  I’m really sorry!”  The longer he spoke–the higher and more rushed his voice got.  Barely letting Jeff have a minute to answer–Blaine grabbed his iPod off his desk and stuffed it in his pocket eyeing the door over his shoulder like it was a living, breathing thing ready to bite him in the rear end should he take his sweet time getting the heck out of Dodge.