dave.

As soon as those lips touched his cheek, Dave felt the blush rise fast. It made his whole body feel warm and it made his stomach twist in an familiar and slightly nerve-wracking way. But he liked it. He liked the feeling that he got when he was with Blaine. He liked how Blaine made him feel. He felt better about himself when he was here, when he was with someone that understood him.

A little laugh rumbled in his chest when Blaine spoke and he nuzzled his forehead against the boys’ shoulder, hand resting flat against his chest. He could almost feel Blaine’s heartbeat underneath his hand and that was a work of wonder, wasn’t it? “Yeah? I don’t doubt it.” And he didn’t, it was just that he didn’t often like to be the little spoon because other peoples’ arms were never long enough. “Yeah, this is perfect.” He murmured, letting their fingers lace together. He lifted his arm up a little to rest against Blaine’s chest, cheeks still burning hot. 

Tucked in and perfectly moulded to Dave’s chest, Blaine hummed as he felt the rumble of Dave’s laugh against his back.  “You better not.  Because my big spoon game?  It’s pretty on point,” he teased happily enjoying this moment and letting himself indulge in the feeling of just being near someone like this. The feeling was something he ached for in his bones for months.  Having that nearness and letting himself be close enough to someone that he could be this way with.  It wasn’t something he was sure he’d open himself up to for a very long time.  Self-defense of shutting out something he knew in his  bones he needed might not’ve been the healthiest idea.  But it was one he was forcing himself to settle into.

Then along came Dave.  Who grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him in a different direction that locking himself away and sinking into the dark was allowed nowhere near.  Look at where they were now because of it.  Lacing his fingers tighter to Dave’s hand highest against his chest, he lifted it up and began peppering kisses to his knuckles as he spoke unaware of how deeply Dave was blushing.  Or that his own face might be a perfect match.  “Are you happy?  You know,” another few kisses, “with me?  I want to make sure you’re happy.  Because.  You really do deserve that, Dave.  More than you let yourself think.”