SEND ME A ♬ AND A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-10 AND I’LL PUT MY ITUNES ON SHUFFLE AND SKIP TO THAT NUMBER AND WRITE A STARTER WITH MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THAT SONG.
song: all alright by f.u.n. @dontcallmekenzie

What started out as a dinner and movie night wound up being dinner and ‘just one more film because–hey why not–’ until Carson and Blaine both passed out on the couch.  Falling asleep sitting up wasn’t in the plan either but that’s how he wound up.  Carson was the first one.  His head was in Blaine’s lap and he was breathing steadily by the time Luke Skywalker’s twist of fate was revealed.  Not everyone had the stamina to make it through a back to back Star Wars marathon.

Turns out, neither did Blaine.  He missed the ‘Big Reveal’ too.  Long gone before the shout of ‘Noooooo!’ ever touched his ears.  Blaine stirred awake with a crook in his neck and a popping noise crackling up his entire spine.  Untangling his fingers from Carson’s hair to cup his face, Blaine took in a deep breath through his nose and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Easing himself out from underneath Carson was easier thought than done.  Blaine moved as slow as possible and held the back of his head as he scooted free.  Seeing him nuzzle down into the cushion once he swiveled up, Blaine felt something hit his chest hard.  A panic that shouldn’t be there.  A doubt that–whatever this was that he promised himself he wouldn’t be doing again–was about to happen regardless of his effort to not let himself feel what he was starting to feel.

Blaine tried to tell himself it was only because he knew how Carson felt.  He’d be blind not to see the softness in Carson’s eyes that bordered on hope for something more. Carson was too asleep to see that Blaine had that same look as he thought about it and let his fingers stretch towards a lock of hair he bent to sweep off Carson’s forehead.  That was when he said it. Blaine wasn’t a praying man.  Not often but he whispered something that could be taken as one.  Or as a wish put out into the universe with the chance that it’d listen and do him a favor. “But maybe just this once.  Let me keep this one?”  Wouldn’t that be a nice change?  If he’d just let it happen.