Well..  Talk about an early birthday present.  Stirring awake to the sight of Barry sprawled out on the bed with nothing but a very colorful bow on top of his head would be enough to make anyone’s day.  However, Blaine was lucky enough to have it make his.  Sleepy eyes brightened as he began to chuckle, hand slipping between his cheek and the pillow as he turned to face the bow-wearing speedster.  “Hey back.  Don’t you look…”  Amazing, beautiful, too cute for words.  A ton of other things could be said as hazel eyes gave Barry’s form an appreciative but playfully curious up and down.  “Celebratory.  But I don’t think you left much for me to unwrap,” he decided on teasing him instead.  What sort of boyfriend did he end up with?  Answering that question while staring at the sight in front of him was easy; the best one in the history of ever.

“Well, hello, you.”  Insert highly suspicious stare and oh reallllly pout here.
“Your squishy, huh?  I think someone got a little too ‘happy’ at Happy Hour
tonight.  And I think that someone’s name is Barry Allen.”