Disclaimer: Don't know who owns this but it's not me – I'm just playing in someone else's sandbox. No money is being made. Compliments will be repeated in front of the mirror, flames will be used to light my cigarettes. Send them all in…

This is intended to be a collection of short scenes, too small to turn into proper stories. I will be adding to it as more stuff pops up into my deranged brain.

Setting for this one: Modern day AU, established relationship. Not sure if any of it makes much sense but I can assure you it did in my head...

Undecided

"You wanna leave?"

Agron tries very hard to keep the hurt out of his face and out of his words, but he's sure he's failing spectacularly. Things had been going good – great even… at least from where he stood. This… he had not seen it coming, and it was confusing as hell.

"No."

The answer was there in less than a heartbeat, barely allowing him to finish his question. It was decisive, and final, and he feels his chest expand a little, as breath slowly begins returning to his lungs. Questions still linger, though, and if things had been going strong – great, his brain yells yet again, as if it's stuck on repeat over that word, why is this suddenly coming up?

"Then why didn't you tell him that straight away?"

The sigh that escapes Nasir's lips before his answer doesn't go unnoticed. Neither does the way his eyes nervously flicker to the wall, and then straight to the ground. Nasir never avoids his eyes.

"Because when you came back I was here. And then we sort of took from there. It's not like we moved in together because we were madly in love. There was never a choice here. You never had a choice." His eyes go back to his face then. "There are options now. I just… didn't want to make any assumptions."

"Assumptions?" He's fairly certain his confusion at this whole conversation is now plainly visible on his face. Had he not been obvious enough? Was there any possible way that Nasir had somehow missed his intentions?

And then a smile slowly creeps up his features, as realization dawns on him. "You wanna hear me ask don't you?"

"It's a possibility." And there is no mistaking the smugness of that smile, and so Agron indulges him, because there is nothing that he enjoys more.

"You wanna move in with me?"

The eyes are back in his face, staring right at him, the smugness gone in less than a heartbeat. "Why?"

"Because I'm madly in love with you." And he is, and he needs to make this perfectly clear before he continues because he can't afford not to. "And I'm fairly sure you're madly in love with me and…"

"Excuse me? Who's making assumptions now?" The smile is back on Nasir's face and somehow, Agron knows this whole stupid, pointless conversation is gonna turn out alright.

"It's not an assumption babe. You talk in your sleep. And one of the more frequent words to come out of your mouth happens to be my name." It was his time to be smug now.

A slight blush creeps up his lover's face and Agron has two whole seconds to enjoy what he assumes will be a victory, before hearing his reply.

"Maybe I was having nightmares."