Barry hugs him from behind, and presses a few kisses to his cheek. “Hey, babe,” he chimes, before producing a sunflower for him with a ridiculous smile on his lips. “Missed me?”

Blaine sighs as the tension built up from a day where nothing seemed to go right melted away in a matter of seconds when he leaned back against Barry’s chest.  He smiled at the kisses peppered against his cheek.  One of those toothy sorts of lovestruck, cheeky as all get out kind of smiles that said Blaine Anderson was stupidly in love with such a small, affectionate gesture.  Oh.  And the person behind said gesture, too.  Maybe.

“Hey.”  He smelled the flower before the scent drew his eyes open.  Glancing down at it, he sighed and shook his head gingerly taking it and wriggling around to come face to face with his boyfriend.  “Can you get any sweeter?  Of course I missed you,” he stole a kiss–the first of several meant as a thank you for the flower and kisses and just being Barry, “I always do.”