filioprodigo.

         ^{is  that  an  audible  sigh  of  relief ??  NO,  of  course  not,  not  a  chance.  but  it’s  the  mention  of  a  DATE  that  recaptures  keen  attention.  all  too  CRITICAL  his  gaze,  unreadable  behind  glasses.  blaine  anderson  would  actually  WANT  to  go  on  a  DATE  with  him ?   is  he  MISREADING  this ??  it’s  something  he’s  BOUND  to  overthink  later,  but  now…  hands  clasp  together,  throat  CLEARED.  a  smile  just  hardly  curves  his  lips,  a  RARE  sight.  keep  it  together.   ❛ of  course. ❜   FIGURE  OF  SPEECH.}   

❛ well,  ah—–  it’s  at  six,  so  is  there  a  place  i  could  pick  you  up ? ❜   it  would  be  IMPOLITE  not  to  accompany  him,  wouldn’t it ?  maybe  he  should  have  brushed  up  on  social  etiquette  beforehand.

      Hinging on Hartley’s reaction, Blaine bit into his lip and squinted carefully hoping that he didn’t just overstep a boundary that would end up making this silence go from awkward to unbearable if Hartley changed his mind.  All because of his lack of keeping his brain under control enough not to use a boldly presumptuous word like date. But then Hartley, a boy who rarely smiled, did exactly that and Blaine felt his stomach go from feeling like it’d been weighed down by a cinderblock to light as air.  He laughed softly at himself, thankful for the pass he was just given.  “Right. Totally.  Figure of speech,” he choked when he heard his tongue tied voice echo back in his eardrums.  Did he just ask where to pick him up?  Oh God, he did. Shocked, he stammered a few bumbled attempts at actual words.  “Um.  My house.  It’s close to the club and..we could drive together?” Success!  He was talking!  Hopefully this round wouldn’t end up with his shoe in his mouth.  “Um.  Thanks for agreeing to this.  I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these dinners before.  First time for everything, I guess.”