The drive had been relatively easy, with the address tapped into the GPS – Dave had made it in pretty good time. He’d hope that he wouldn’t be too late getting there, mostly because he didn’t want to make Blaine wait too long. Getting into the house was another matter entirely. The place looked massive from the outside, it made him wonder just how big it’d be on the inside, or if it’d look smaller – a TARDIS like situation.
It hadn’t taken all that long to figure out where Blaine was, mostly because he could hear music – from a piano, filtering through the main foyer. He’d followed the music into the next room and his shoulder settled against the door fame, watching Blaine with adoring eyes, more than happy to stand there and listen to him play. His attention was caught when Blaine spoke and he stepped into the room a little more. Hands pushed into his pockets and he hummed quietly. “Just a few minutes, not too long.” A little smile tugged the corner of his lips upward and he hummed, leaning against the piano. “That was good. What I heard, anyway.”
Bewilderment caused Blaine’s features soften, his smile light as he watched Dave approach the piano. Maybe Dave was indulging him by listen to the music, knowing how important it was for him to start playing again, but he seemed to enjoy what he heard and the smile that lit up Dave’s entire face warmed Blaine from the inside out. “You know.. We should go back to Scandals again soon. Karaoke night. Sing a little. I’d like that. Since I haven’t drug you there for it yet and I heard there is one…” A few weeks ago, that thought wouldn’t have crossed his mind. He just didn’t feel up for it. Strange how things seemed to be changing so quickly. For the better.
“I promise we can practice before we go. I need to warm up again anyway,” the piano bench slid out from underneath him as he stood and pushed it backwards with the back of his calf, “Not tonight though.” Both hands rested on Dave’s shoulders so he could lift himself up and press a warm kiss to the side of of his cheek. “Soon, okay?” His fingers laced together behind the nape of Dave’s neck, thumbs tracing circles as his palms soaked in the warmth of the contact. “Let’s go to the kitchen so I can start dinner? Unless you want to go out?”
The front door was already left open to let the a cool breeze into Blaine’s home in Westerville. Dave’s invitation to come in whenever he got there was already sent via text before Blaine cut him off so he could make the drive safely. Long, off white curtains billowed with the air inside the music room adjacent to the foyer. Close enough that Blaine might’ve heard him come in if the piano wasn’t the object of most of his attention. Today was the first day he could touch it without his hands shaking. Music that he made filled his ears and it felt like coming home.
A hesitant shadow caught his attention by the doorframe. Enough that he flicked a curious glance towards it only to see David leaning against it watching. With no clue how long he’s been there, Blaine’s olive skin flushed a soft pink and his chin lifted to catch up with his gaze now aimed in that direction. An easy smile curved his lips and the music paused long enough for him to whisper, “You made it. How long have you been here? You could have thrown something at me to get my attention. I just..it’s been a while and,” his breath left through his nose as his lips pinched together and he shrugged just once happy to be happy. It was as simple as that.
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