If the speedster was a feline he would have purred contently from his spot. But since he wasn’t, Barry offered Blaine a big smile, and stretching out to get more comfortable. See, this was a nice day, and it was calm. So why not enjoy a little bit of peace and quiet with his rudely cute boyfriend? “Good, because I wasn’t going to let you go anyway,” he chimed as he closed his eyes. “Now we just need a movie, some popcorn, and we’d be set.”

The sweep of his fingers back and forth through Barry’s hair never once stopped as the other settled in for apparently the long haul.  Not that Blaine was complaining.  Honestly?  Moments like this where things were soft and warm and quiet between them were one of Blaine’s favorite ways to spend his day.  Obviously, Barry shared the same opinion about their snuggle sessions in front of the television.  “I agree.  One problem though,” his fingers curled towards his palm as he lifted his hand from the top of his boyfriend’s head leaving just the pointer jutted out.  So it could poke him on the nose as Blaine crinkled his and laughed.  “Movie is possible. Popcorn?  Not so much with you on my lap..  One of us has to get up.”