barry.

“Well I can be right sometimes,” he lightly joked. Not for the first time Barry wished he could at least get slightly buzzed to settle his nerves a little. But that wasn’t possible, so he had to deal with them. Personally he thought things were going well considering how they met, and it had only been at least thirty minutes give or take. He’s not exactly keeping count. And honestly the speedster didn’t care. There’s a smile on his lips– they were having a good time, which he was thankful for. Barry had been so worried about making a really bad expression when they finally met, Blaine seemed like a good person. And very cute. He’s wearing a little bow tie, those hazel eyes, his lips, and that cute nose. His cheeks turn a little pink, listen no one can blame the speedster for checking him out. He was just too cute. That smile. “It is fun, it can be a little uncomfortable too– but if we don’t step out of our comfort zone sometimes we miss opportunities.” The younger hummed softly with a smile on his lips, and a chuckle. “Well one thing is for sure, when you step out of your comfort zone, you go the whole nine yards,” the taller lightly teased. Oh man, that was too cute, it’s like meeting a corgi. “I haven’t tried it to be honest, I’ve thought about it, but I guess I like meeting people face to face instead,” he stood up, reaching out to take his hand, he wasn’t too much of a dancer. Yeah maybe when he was younger, but honestly he sometimes felt like he just had two left feet. It depended on the dance. “Did you just compare yourself to a character from Wizard of Oz?” he chuckled, “Has anyone told you that you’re ridiculously cute?” And with that said Barry takes the lead, and tugs him out to the dance floor. 

Barry was right. This was about ‘the whole nine yards’ out of his comfort zone that if anyone was keeping track?  He probably would gone so many extra out of the way that he’d passed the touchdown zone and kept running into the parking lot by the end of the tally–but he was having fun.  A lot of fun.  More than he’s had in a very long time.  Their hands met and Blaine curled his fingers around Barry’s palm and gave it a squeeze.  “Well–maybe–I did?”  Hey, if Barry was looking for a guy that didn’t resort to blurting out random bits of crazy or references that might only be funny to himself at the time?  Especially when he was nervous or trying to use any means to distract from him potentially about to move like a rusted bucket on the dancefloor (insert any other random potentially embarrassing moment here as well)?  Blaine figured he might want to cut his losses and run while he was ahead.  Which he hoped he wouldn’t.  And look what he got!  Exactly what he asked for!  Barry’s laugh was exactly the pay out he was hoping for.  Blaine rolled his eyes at the compliment.  More out of modest ‘yeah right’ than any sort of rude gesture.  “I might’ve heard it once or twice,” the shorter of the pair followed along happily with the tug, playfully bantering back.  “You might want to save it and until after a song or two.  You might find it hard to think I’m cute if I beat your feet up with mine.  I make no promises.”