Carson had been keyed up about his plans with Blaine since they’d made them… he knew better than to think someone as wonderful as Blaine was turning out to be could ever look at him the way he looked at the dark haired beauty, but… even thinking about being near him made Carson’s heart flutter. Between fretting about what to wear and what to expect, combined with his work at Wayne Enterprise and the Gotham Public Library, he’d hardly slept.
So it wasn’t really surprising- even with how interesting the Star Wars series was- that he’d fallen asleep. Carson made a sleepy noise as Blaine moved, snuggling further into the couch, his glasses barely hanging on the edge of his nose, before sighing.
Slowly though… he began to stir, pale lashes fluttering against paler, freckled cheeks until they opened to reveal sleep-hazed pine colored eyes. His mind was foggy and he made a curious sound, blinking slowly as he raised his head, instinctively pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. Once in place, he spotted the singer and smiled, a light blush crossing his cheeks.
“I… seem to have fallen asleep,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head and pushing his hand through ginger locks as he sat up. “I apologize.” He gave Blaine a sheepish little smile, biting his lip.
“You certainly did fall asleep,” he tried not to look startled but the roundness of his eyes certainly did the job. Caught red handed turning down the television so Caron could sleep as much as he wanted. Busted for playing off the notion that he was more than willing to let him sleep here if that’s what was bound to happen as nothing much at all.
Let a near stranger you were just starting to get to know crash in your apartment because it was too late to let him wander out into the streets half asleep? Why not? That’s how Blaine Anderson worked. He’d just end up staying up until Carson let him know he made it home safe. Why not let him drift off where it was warm and he was comfortable? Perfect sense.
“You know if you were that bored with the movie,” he laughed happily as he walked to a nearby chair and plopped down pulling his best overdone pout, “Worse than that–me–you could have changed the DVD and I wouldn’t have complained once.” A hand lifted from the arm of the chair so he could point at him.
“I lied,” his nose scrunched and he him-hawed what he was going to say–or pretended to– with a rock his head head back and forth and a hum muffled behind tightly pressed lips, “I would have–probably–whined a little bit cause Star Wars but the guest can veto the movies. Solid rule.” His hand swept through the air once and fell back down with an affirmative nod.
Blaine flashed him a mischievous grin and let poor Carson off the hook. “Seriously? If you need to get some sleep. You’re more than welcome to do it here. Don’t let me keep you up and I’m not going to kick you out into the freezing cold either.”
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