I have decided to start writing short stories! Length-wise, they are halfway between a Drabble and a ficlet. A lot of them will be based on a picture, or an image I have seen, therefore these are 'snapshots'.

I shall upload a snapshot a week, on a day when Coatsy or I don't upload anything. As she is currently on hiatus, I thought I would make a start! Oh, and "Run, Fleance! It's a trap!" An amazing musical marathon. What took us so long? ;)

This snapshot came to me as I was making my way through karatekid1018's stories. I shall not say which one as it will give the plot away. However, it took me until a few days ago to write it.

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I moaned into his mouth, hands clutching desperately at his hair, trying to pull it free of gel. I felt Blaine's breath grow shakier as he grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer to him. I gasped as pleasure coursed through every inch of me, willing this moment to never end. Then he pulled away.

He got up and disappeared into our bedroom.

"Blaine?"

"I can't do this."

"Wh- what do you mean?" I knitted my eyebrows, confused.

"Any of it." Blaine's voice travelled from the bedroom. "You know what? I think my dad was right; this is just a phase." My mouth fell open. "I shouldn't be doing this. I should be getting married, having kids, starting a life."

I couldn't move. I felt like I was glued to the sofa and couldn't get up. I prayed that my ears were betraying me and that in fact Blaine was telling me about some date we were going on. But I knew that that wasn't what he was saying. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach, convinced that I was going to throw up any second. Blaine returned to the room but remained standing in the doorway. He held something in his hands, hidden. His eyes showed a deathly seriousness as they looked into mine.

"I guess what I'm saying is that we should stop this. I don't want you to be my boyfriend any more."

Tears spilt out my eyes and hurried down my face as if even they couldn't bear to be near me. Blaine opened his hands, revealing a small, black box. He opened it.

"I want you to be my husband."