do you ever see the person you have a crush on do something really fucking ridiculous and you just watch and think “ah yes this is where i have laid my affections”
A triumphant grin dressed the speedster’s features. Indeed he knew of Blaine’s fondness of musicals, but he knew little to nothing about the context in which he liked to watch them, what kind of mood he needed to be in before even considering watching one, whether or not he preferred theatre over movies——admittedly, the seemingly casual comment had been but a shot in the dark that happened to successfully hit the target because from Barry’s perspective, Christmas time was the perfect context in which to watch some old-fashioned, black and white musical comedies as an attempt to enhance his spirits, readying him to enjoy what was probably one of his favorite times of the year. Now that he thought about it, that casual comment might have almost been a subconscious attempt at opening up. Guarded as he was known to be most of the time, revealing almost nothing about his personal life ( mostly because he didn’t want to accidentally give away clues that could lead to the revelation of unspeakable secrets ), he wanted to believe that was actually him making personal progress, relationship-wise.
“My favorite?” Suddenly, from feeling proud about his own step forward towards emotional maturity, he went back to feeling self-conscious, invaded by the irrational fear that Blaine would find in his choice for a favorite musical a reason for which to judge him. Of course if he gave it proper thought, there was absolutely nothing reprovable about it, especially by someone who openly admitted to love musicals, but it was called an IRRATIONAL fear for a reason. Fearsome hesitation was soon chased away by the pair of lips pressed to his cheek, making Barry’s smile return. “Uh, it’s… Singing In The Rain,” he therefore answered at last with a lot more confidence that he would have before Blaine joined him, welcoming the glass of wine with an appreciative bob of his head. “My mom and I used to watch it all the time when I was a kid.” The other’s confession caught him while he was taking a sip of wine, leaving him with no choice but to raise his eyebrows over the rim of his class as a reaction. “You sort of missed me?” His smile morphed into a touched grin and his arm rose to drape itself around him, resting on the back of the couch behind Blaine’s head. “I mean, if you want I could just leave until you miss me for real.”
Singing In The Rain? Barry looking so unsure about his answer made Blaine cock his head to the side. Why would anyone feel embarrassed about loving a Gene Kelly classic. Probably THE Gene Kelly classic. Grinning playfully, he was about to suggest that they search for it so they could put it on when his very night he was secretly relishing over was horribly threatened! Feigning a gasp and a wide eyed, hurt look–Blaine snapped his gaze from the wine he was squinting at straight to the man beside him. Dropping his jaw–round, hazel eyes blinked. “You so aren’t going to do that. Nope. I’m not letting you go now.” Chuckling, he lowered his glass and turned so that he could rest his shoulder against the back of the couch and lean his head towards Barry’s arm. One hand reached out to clasp over an outstretched bicep and he plucked at Barry’s sleeve, eyebrow raising as he goaded him on. “I mean. I already have been.. For real. You have no idea. I had to joke about it because of the humiliating level of missing you that it actually was.” Okay, that last part was true. One hundred percent true.
If Barry had any clue how many nights he spent wishing that the spot on the other side of his bed was occupied by Barry’s warmth instead of empty air, Blaine would probably crawl into a hole and not come out until the speedster promised to never make eye contact again. After a brief pause where his lips remained smiling, but parted. Gaze fixed on Barry’s but glimmering with unsurety–Blaine brought his glass up and took a swallow to mute any sort of slip he might’ve been on the edge of. Instead of words, he let his temple come to rest against the couch close enough to the inside of Barry’s elbow that one jerk up would have him knocking his skull into his arm. Turning just far enough that he could spot the remote sitting on the end table beside Barry, he gestured towards it with a wave of fingers lifting only far enough from his knee to be noticed and cleared his throat. “Um. I think we found the title of our first movie. What do you say? Or you can find any number you like. First round’s on you. Now, you gotta stick around. Cause leaving during a movie you picked is beyond rude.” See what he did there? Oooh! Slick!
Arms still laced around the nape of the young actor’s neck, a boyish grin was quick to present itself on the couturier’s features, lips lipstick clad and gaze piercing, captivated under the red light of the Moulin Rouge. It had been an act of boredom —- mostly; his hands left to run through thick curls all the while teenage curiosity thickened. The significant amount of alcohol lingering on the handsome stranger’s breath almost sickening, turning his little conquest into one all too easy feat.
Blaine’s tongue raced after the new flavor lingering on his lips. The anise of his drink mixed with lipstick and someone else was more intoxicating than the practically glowing green liquid coursing through his veins that landed him in a peculiar situation. Not that he was complaining. Not even slightly. After the music faded and the crowds dispersed, he’d found himself strewn out over a pile of discarded costumes behind a stage he had no idea he was still behind. A voice like an angel woke him up, gravity shifted as he was pulled upright with a groan. The prettiest pair of blue eyes met his and lured him into their depths so quickly that when their mouths crashed together after he felt like he’d spent an eternity staring into them silent and awestruck, Blaine hadn’t even let his own hazel eyes close. Then it was over and his heart was racing, breath in sharp clips that barely worked and his mind swimming from the nerve it’d taken him to just fall off the ledge of holding back…
Embarrassed laughter and an averted gaze later, Blaine stuttered, “S-Sorry. You’re right. I should,” in agreement. Before he made an even bigger fool of himself. If possible.
platonic m/f pairings are my fav like … when they don’t have sexual tension n they can just be their goofy or w/e selves !! where she climbs thru his window @ 3am bc he had a bad day or he broke up w/ someone !! n he drops food off on her doormat when she texts him !! i live for platonic m/f pairings .
@pianokeysandbowties will forever be the Blainiest Blaine to ever Blaine. J gives so much heart and soul into her portrayal, it is positively
stunning to watch — and even better to get to experience firsthand in
our angst fuelled “platonic” little threads. I also love her very much.
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Gathering enough self-control to stop himself from pressing to Blaine’s lips each and every kiss he believed he deserved was challenging, as evidenced by the way he immediately leaned in for a second after having only just pulled away from the first one, but somehow, he managed, making up for it by granting himself a few seconds to shamelessly contemplate him. “You’re very welcome. And thank you for all the… hours of labor you put into this.”
He glanced down at the card he had spent far too long not looking at, realizing that perhaps it was the person behind the joke that brought such a bright smile to his features rather than the joke itself——although admittedly, the joke had something to do with it too. “See, I got you the ‘I’m falling for you and I can’t get up’ meme card but… I feel like you beat me already, this one’s much better.”
Blaine was helpless when it came to resisting any kiss given to him from the man who remained so dangerously close even after the pecks finally peppered down to a halt. Pulling away was an impossible idea. Preposterous even! So, he returned each one and even chased after another by lifting up off his heels in hopes of landing one. Which he did. If on the tip of Barry’s chin counted. It did for him. Satisfied, for now, he hummed his gratitude for Barry acknowledging such a labor of love on his part to create the masterpiece on his desk. “You’re welcome. I’d do it all over again for that look on your face.” Cause it filled him with such warmth, the sensation was indescribably yearned for now.
That feeling he got when he mad Barry happy was the best feeling he’s had in so long. How could he even attempt to say how much it meant? Sure, he could try to sing it (face it, he probably would later) but he wanted him to know now. Hazel eyes utterly sparkling with happiness were practically pinched closed with how wide he smiled before laughter took over. His arms lifted, wrapped around Barry’s shoulders so he could keep him close. “Hmm. That one is a pretty close second runner up. I’ll give you an A plus anyway. Especially if you really have fallen for me..and you know.. Um?.” Biting his lip, he lifted both brows in a hopeful plea. “I mean? At least a little bit? Or a lot.. Definitely. A lot would be much better but..yeah.”
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