“ Yeah , well , she also doesn’t like black people or her own children so , is it really that surprising ??” Constance was the very definition of judgmental ; She was ignorant , and didn’t like anyone that was slightly different from herself . It was a shame that she couldn’t see that she was the real problem here — not everyone around her . “ But why not ?? I mean , it’s just a stupid kiss . It’s not like I’m asking for your hand in marriage or anything , right ??” Boy or girl , romance was something that Tate had very little experience in . He wasn’t exactly well – liked at Westfield during his years there . It caused him to go into isolation ; Tate’s best friend throughout his entire childhood had been his big sister , Addie . No one else got him like she did . That was , until Blaine came along . “ And who knows . Maybe I’ll like it .” Tate readjusted himself on the porch ; More angled towards Blaine now , his hand creeping up along the concrete behind him . It was too late for his mother to be peering out the window at them , but he half wished she would . Oh , that’d be hilarious . “ I mean — I’ll try anything twice .” Teasing eyebrows quirked up as he closed in space between he and the other boy ; He wasn’t going to make contact , no , he was going to leave that up to Blaine . But he didn’t mean giving him a little encouragement to do so . “ Sorry if I taste like cigarettes .”
Constance couldn’t be any further from Blaine’s thoughts. Heck, she could be sitting in the bushes ready to scream bloody murder the second Tate’s and his lips touched for all Blaine could care. Nothing could ruin this moment because it was one he thought about for a lot longer than he’d ever want to admit. Out of fear and embarrassment that he’d let himself care so much for someone who might not ever be able to give that same amount of caring back. Sitting here on the verge of kissing Tate because Tate said he could? Blaine thought this moment would never more than a dream. Something he’d keep to himself. Even on nights where he had it with Tate crashed out in his room or so close that he could feel that electric buzz of his presence moving over his skin, making his hair stand on end. “Okay,” his breath caught in his throat but he grinned weakly at the twice. “That means I get two chances?” One for warm up? The second for the real deal? His first kiss was a breath away and he only shrugged at the apology. Didn’t matter how Tate tasted. All he wanted was this.. Dark eyelashes closed when Blaine brushed his lips over Tate’s, the hand holding on tightened while the other lifted. Fingertips gently curled against the other’s cheek. Tate’s skin was cooler than he expected but, then again, his own were flushed and hot as his whole body felt like it went on a Tilt-A-Whirl spin. Velvet wet and the last lingering flavor of nicotine and boy. So, this is what it felt like. Heaven.
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