dave.

The drive had been relatively easy, with the address tapped into the GPS – Dave had made it in pretty good time. He’d hope that he wouldn’t be too late getting there, mostly because he didn’t want to make Blaine wait too long. Getting into the house was another matter entirely. The place looked massive from the outside, it made him wonder just how big it’d be on the inside, or if it’d look smaller – a TARDIS like situation.

It hadn’t taken all that long to figure out where Blaine was, mostly because he could hear music – from a piano, filtering through the main foyer. He’d followed the music into the next room and his shoulder settled against the door fame, watching Blaine with adoring eyes, more than happy to stand there and listen to him play. His attention was caught when Blaine spoke and he stepped into the room a little more. Hands pushed into his pockets and he hummed quietly. “Just a few minutes, not too long.” A little smile tugged the corner of his lips upward and he hummed, leaning against the piano. “That was good. What I heard, anyway.” 

Bewilderment caused Blaine’s features soften, his smile light as he watched Dave approach the piano.  Maybe Dave was indulging him by listen to the music, knowing how important it was for him to start playing again, but he seemed to enjoy what he heard and the smile that lit up Dave’s entire face warmed Blaine from the inside out.  “You know..  We should go back to Scandals again soon.  Karaoke night.  Sing a little.  I’d like that.  Since I haven’t drug you there for it yet and I heard there is one…”  A few weeks ago, that thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind.  He just didn’t feel up for it.  Strange how things seemed to be changing so quickly.  For the better.

“I promise we can practice before we go.  I need to warm up again anyway,” the piano bench slid out from underneath him as he stood and pushed it backwards with the back of his calf, “Not tonight though.”  Both hands rested on Dave’s shoulders so he could lift himself up and press a warm kiss to the side of of his cheek.  “Soon, okay?”  His fingers laced together behind the nape of Dave’s neck, thumbs tracing circles as his palms soaked in the warmth of the contact.  “Let’s go to the kitchen so I can start dinner?  Unless you want to go out?”