Disclaimer: I do not own glee.
shy, fleeting touches.
flirty duets that
make him
smile.
you like his smile,
but don't see it
often.
sometimes
he looks broken,
like his pieces
don't fit together
quite
right.
he looks
uncomfortable
in his skin, but part
of you
hopes that you
will be the one to
change that.
sparkling eyes,
breath catching
slightly—
beautiful
lips.
eyes.
skin.
fingertips brush against
his.
pull away quickly,
blushing furiously.
gaze just a
second too
long, lost
in his hazel
eyes.
he's smitten,
you think.
but that might
just be what
you
want.
and then—
you hear him sing—
a breathtaking solo.
the line between
friends and
lovers
is finer than
before.
heart skips a
beat,
falling harder
and
faster.
watching and
waiting.
unsure of what
comes next.
talking, telling
the truth, realizing
he might want it
too.
still too shy to
show it,
but maybe
soon,
all the clouds
could
fade away.
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