50 Yards

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But I do own Jimmy.

Summary: "He can't help but feel like Leonardo DaVinci staring up at the Mona Lisa for the first time. Amazed. Entranced. In love." Everyone deserves love. 50 snap shots of love.

A: N – So I sort of started writing this to alleviate my Klaine pain and to prove to some people that Blaine/OC isn't a bad pairing so long as the OC's a good one. Four each chapter. Not in any particular order. Though I will tell you that there is a pattern.

Seven Months after the First Meeting

There's soft thunder outside, and rain pounding against the windows but Jimmy can't really bring himself to care all that much. He had planned this date for weeks to come, and with the power down because of the storm he's decided to try his hardest to make it a good one. He flitted around the kitchen, thanking God for giving him enough firewood to last him the next few days in this cold, dreary weather. Jimmy hastily wiped his hands on his jeans, leaning over the table and striking a match to slowly light the candles. He was never all that good with fire, or with romance, but with a little help from his sister he had somehow managed to come up with this.

A knock on the door alerted Jimmy to his date's arrival and he bit his lip, sending out a quick prayer that the night would go just as he had planned – or better, Jimmy was okay with better – and swung it open. Blaine stood on the stone steps, a nervous, yet curious, look in his eyes and a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. They're partially watered down, and so is Blaine, but they loom stunning in the moonlight and Jimmy has to visibly shake himself in order to remind himself to let Blaine into the house.

Blaine smiles a bit sheepishly at him and Jimmy takes the flowers out of his hands, setting them on the table beside the door and reaching behind Blaine's back to help him out of his jacket. "Good evening." Blaine's the first to speak and for some reason the softness of his voice against the rain of the outside makes Jimmy shiver.

Blaine's wearing a dark green suit shirt that brings out the green in his eyes and black pants that just look stunning. And Jimmy's wearing his blue shirt that his grandmother had gotten him for his birthday and his own black pants so he figures they make quite the pair. Blaine with his dark hair and Jimmy with his dark orange hair. Blaine with his hazel eyes and Jimmy with his blue. His mother had told him that they looked quite handsome together after the game the other night and Jimmy couldn't help believing her.

"You look great." Jimmy says sincerely and by the blush that stains Blaine's cheeks he's pretty sure the other boy hadn't been told that a lot.

Which was a shame since it was true most of the time.

"You look wonderful yourself." Blaine says after a moment, and Jimmy smiles sweetly, his own blush pulling at his neck. He leaned down to give Blaine a kiss that was quick to turn slow and a bit romantic. They surely weren't rushing anything, but Jimmy could feel in the pit of his stomach that something was definitely changing during this night.

They had gone far, spent many a night with the other on the phone. But they had never stayed the night at the other's house, they had never really… well they had never really had time to just do what felt right and natural. They were either interrupted or on a tight time schedule and this time, with both their school's canceled because of the storm, with both their families out doing their own thing… they could finally take some time to themselves. And that was wonderful. That was brilliant. Jimmy couldn't be happier.

"I made dinner." Jimmy's breath brushed against Blaine's lips, reveling in the smile that was slowly forming there and on his own. He had caused this. He had caused this happiness.

Jimmy could still remember the boy Blaine had been when they first met at that football game months ago. He could still remember how he was shy and timid and seemingly against romance and taking a chance on love. And now… now Blaine was so lively. So full of spirit. So… wonderful.

Jimmy felt blessed.

"Sounds great." Blaine was practically breathless and Jimmy was struck with the knowledge Sam had filled him in on before. No one had ever gone out of their way to make Blaine feel needed, to make him be the one being wooed instead of doing the wooing. This was entirely new for him, as new for him as it was for Jimmy. "Have a vase?" Blaine gestured to the flowers and Jimmy nodded, taking them in his hands and leading the way into the kitchen that was lit dimly by the candles resting on the kitchen table, two places set. He heard Blaine's voice catch in his throat and Jimmy smiled proudly to himself, cutting the stems of the flowers and putting them securely in the vase and placing them in between the candle sticks. They made a good centerpiece. "Jimmy…" Blaine sounds torn, somewhere between entranced and shocked. "You didn't have to…."

Jimmy didn't answer, instead pulling out Blaine's chair for him and waiting for him to seat himself, pushing it in and leaning forward to kiss his cheek, letting his lips linger there for a moment and simply breathing in the feel of the moment. Yes… this was good. This was going to be a good night. "Happy birthday." Jimmy whispered in his ear as he pulled away and sat down in the chair opposite him, an easy smile on his face.

"Thank you." Blaine's voice is choked and Jimmy smiles absentmindedly as he pours them both a glass of sparkling cider.

"You're welcome." He answers and looks up at Blaine through his eyelashes, catching the way Blaine's eyes are glittering and the way his face is screwed up in amazement.

"No one's ever… done anything like this for me." Blaine adds softly a few minutes later as they're eating their dinner. Jimmy hadn't made it, he wasn't nearly talented enough to do that, but he had picked it up from an Italian restaurant earlier in the day and kept it nice and warm in the oven.

"I know." Jimmy said seriously, reaching across to grab Blaine's hand and hold it in his own. "Think you can deal with this every year?" He asks softly because while it's only been a few months it feels like it's going to be forever.

Jimmy feels like they're in this for the long run. No matter what happens with colleges and families and ex-boyfriends. They're in this together. Forever. Or for a long time at least. "I think I could." Blaine smiled softly at him, his head cocked to the side and a sparkle in his eye.

Jimmy's breath stuttered and he smiled back, running his thumb over the knuckles on Blaine's hand and going back to his food.

They decided to have desert in the living room, in front of the fire. It's a simple chocolate cake – something that Jimmy actually knew how to make, but his father insisted on helping him with anyway.

They chose to sit on the floor instead of the couches because it's closer to the warmth the fire gives and the rain picks up outside.

There's still a distant thunder, and, really, the only thing that's missing in the moment is some of that smooth jazz that his uncle listens to on a daily basis.

And so Jimmy leans over and turns some jazz on his ipod's youtube app, set up for a continuous loop. Blaine smiles a bit dopily at him, a laugh passing through his lips. "What?" Jimmy asks, his fork halfway to his mouth.

"You're so…" And Blaine can't seem to figure out what exactly it is that Jimmy is so he just shrugs and laughs a bit again.

"I'm so what?" Jimmy presses, placing his empty plate on the coffee table behind him and leaning over a lounging Blaine, his arms boxing the other boy in. Jimmy's glad he thought of pulling pillows down when they sat, as Blaine's using one to rest his head lightly and with him like that, laying in the dark with the only light coming from the soft glow of the fireplace, a smile on his lips, and him just looking so relaxed and happy, Jimmy can't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. He can't help but feel like Leonardo DaVinci staring up at the Mona Lisa for the first time. Amazed. Entranced. In love. Jimmy is all those things. A sucker in love.

"You're just…" And the words still aren't coming but Blaine seems to be searching for the right thing to say before he sighs and just settles for what felt right. "I never thought this was in the future for me." He whispers and Jimmy knows it's not depression or sadness that leads Blaine to say it. It's just simple truth.

So he lowers himself down over him, their lips connected and their bodies molding together.

And it's perfect and it's intimate and it's right.

For once… everything seems right.

The First Meeting

Blaine sighed, falling back into his seat on the bleachers and trying to figure out exactly why he had allowed himself to be talked into going to this game. Marley was practically vibrating out of excitement, Jake chatting her ear off. Apparently, this was a very important game. Usually Blaine could find himself getting immersed in football and the on goings but not today. Today he just felt like going home and crawling under his covers and watching Moulin Rouge on loop. He saw Kitty glowering at the happy couple beside him and Blaine almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Because while Miss Sylvester said that Kitty was the next Quinn she was nothing like the kind blonde girl Blaine had grown close to in his first week at McKinley.

Kitty wasn't even like Santana. She kept trying and trying to be biting and rude and sarcastic but it just never seemed to work out for her. Instead, it only succeeded in making her look like an ignorant, idiotic bitch.

Blaine wasn't usually this judgmental but he was tired and he was aggravated and if he looked over to his right he had the perfect view of Kurt and Kurt's new boyfriend that was apparently a coworker from Vogue. He had the perfect view of Rachel and Brody, who he would have liked to go over to and say hi but couldn't because he was pretty sure Rachel hated him after what he did to Kurt. Actually, Blaine was pretty sure everyone hated him after what he did to Kurt. Well, everyone besides Sam, Mike, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. But Brittany sort of didn't know what was going on and Santana had cheated before, and so had Quinn, so it was understandable why they were on his side.

God, Blaine could barely walk into Glee Club anymore because Finn kept shooting him these looks and Blaine seriously would have considered quitting Glee if they wouldn't lose without him. But with them up against the Warblers and Hunter? They would be in for an ass kicking without him.

He owed them enough to win them at least Regionals.

"That guy's staring at you." Marley poked him in the arm, a giggle in her voice. Blaine followed her pointed finger to a boy on the opposing team. Tall, redheaded, and pretty damn attractive if it wasn't for the way he was just staring at Blaine as though he were about to strangle him. Or strangle Marley who had linked her arm through his sometime during the game and was pressed up against his side since he was warm.

Blaine liked Marley, he really did. He liked Jake too. But he couldn't help finding it odd that his closest friend in Glee besides Sam was a girl two years younger than him. But that was absurd of him, because Wes was one of his closest friends and Wes was two years older than Blaine so age didn't really matter all that much. "No he's not." Blaine shook his head at Marley, and at the fact that the other boy very obviously was staring at him.

Blaine wasn't sure if it was because the guy was gay, attracted to Marley, or one of those stereotypical homophobic Ohio jocks. Blaine was pretty sure he didn't want to stay to find out.

But that was already too late because it was in between plays (and the guy was the quarterback, Blaine wasn't out of it enough to not notice that) and the other boy was making his way across the sidelines over to them. Blaine was really regretting letting Marley talk him into sitting on the bleachers right in front of the field. But, honestly, she had done it to benefit him, since they were going to sit with Tina and Sugar but they were sitting with Kurt and new-boyfriend.

"Hey." The boy sounded breathless and Blaine pretended not to hear him as he stood up from his seat, giving Marley and Jake a hasty excuse about needing to go to the bathroom. "Hey! Hey wait!" Was this guy for real? Blaine wasn't going to wait to get his ass kicked for no reason. But wasn't that what all those boxing lessons had been for? Blaine wasn't afraid to confront bullies – well not the same kind of afraid as he been when he was younger – so what was that fear coiling in the pit of his stomach for? The only logical thing Blaine could think of was because he was pretty sure he knew what this guy was looking for and Blaine was pretty sure he didn't deserve to give it to anyone.

Not after what he had done.

Jake stopped him with a stern look and his leg blocking Blaine's original path off the bleachers, a pointed look on his face and his foot on the railing despite Blaine's desperate look. "Hi!" Marley took initiative, standing up and leaning over the metal railing and waving at the redhead.

The boy smiled brightly – and he had a beautiful smile and Blaine felt his heart pick up in his chest but he couldn't. He just couldn't – and looked relieved as he waved up at Marley. But his eyes were completely on Blaine, as though they had just seen an angel fall from the sky. "I'm Jim – or Jimmy. Or James. Whatever." And it was obvious that the boy was nervous and if that wasn't adorable Blaine didn't know what was.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't.

"I'm Marley." The girl said when it was obvious that Blaine wasn't willing to do much else but stare or blink and look down at the metal ground under his feet. "And this is Blaine, and my boyfriend Jake."

Only they weren't exactly a couple yet, but Jake wasn't complaining, actually gaining a bit of a blush to his cheeks. But he nodded and waved as he was introduced.

"Blaine." The way his name sounded on the other boy's – Jimmy's – lips sounded like a foreign delicacy. "Well, I just wanted to come over and say that you look amazing in that outfit."

He couldn't. He couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to he couldn't.

No matter how much this Jimmy guy was making him blush he couldn't.

But oh how much he wanted to. "Th-thank you." It was rare that Blaine got compliments like this from someone that wasn't a girl or in his family, or God forbid Puck or Sebastian, so it was rather hard for him to reign in the instinct to swoon.

He probably didn't do all that wonderfully of a job, if he stopped to think about it.

"Could we… Could I maybe see you after the game?" The whistle blew and Blaine wasn't sure how to answer.

So Marley answered for him, elbowing him in the side as she did so. "Of course you can! Blaine has nothing else to do, do you?"

He had actually been planning on going out for a late dinner with Sam and Brittany but Marley seemed to not want to take no for an answer and her elbow was ridiculously sharp. And Jimmy was looking at him as though his answer could change his life and make this the best day in the world and there was no way Blaine could consciously tear something like that away from a person like him and they had just met. "No… not really."

Jimmy smiled brilliantly as his coached yelled something and started gesturing towards him. "Great! Uh… meet me here?"

Blaine couldn't help the small laugh that came out of his lips at the eager, and still stunned, look Jimmy was giving him. As though he was the Eifel Tower and Jimmy was a tourist overtaken by its beauty. "Go play."

Jimmy seemed not to take that as a good enough answer, and he called out as he was walking backwards: "You'll be here?"

"Yes." Blaine stressed, laughing once more, Marley doing the same like a bit of an overeager kitten at Jimmy's answering smile.

Jake let out a small something from beside him and Marley squealed a bit, grabbing onto Blaine's arm and holding it tightly. Blaine dropped back into his seat, repeating a mantra that he didn't deserve anything like this to himself in his head. He glanced over at the spot Kurt was occupying, not catching how his ex-boyfriend's eyes were a bit narrowed after just watching the exchange. He looked away when Rachel waved enthusiastically at him and he waved back a bit more subdued, his eyes effortlessly floating to the field again.

Suddenly, he was much more interested in the game than he had been before.

Three Months after the First Meeting

It takes Blaine a moment to realize what exactly it was that just happened. One moment he's sitting up in the bleachers with Erin and the next he's standing on his feet, his hand over his mouth and Erin swearing profusely. It probably wasn't anything serious, quarterbacks get tackled all the time. Blaine knows that. He's watched plenty of football games.

And yet Jimmy's not getting up. He's just lying there, either completely winded or in pain. Blaine's eyes narrow in on the guy that tackled him – a strong, bulky boy from some nearby school. He has a sneer on his face and Blaine recognizes the word he mouths instantly. "Fag." He doesn't have to hear it to know the biting scorn. He doesn't have to be close to flinch in insult.

Erin is already running down the stairs and Blaine is quick to follow her, their shoes somehow echoing on the metal stairs of the bleachers. There's a small circle around Jimmy now, consisting of Jimmy best friend, Danny, their coach, and a few other people. The band had stopped playing and there was a general hum of whispers of speculation that filtered through the crowd.

Tyler, one of Jimmy's friends and the team water boy, stopped the two of them at the bottom of the steps, his demeanor even more nervous than usual. His eyes were flitting about and his hands were shaking but he held onto both their jackets tightly. "Y-y-you c-can't go-o do-own the-re."

Erin brushed off Tyler's hands with an affronted look, straightening her yellow jacket before striding onto the field anyway. Yet it was when Blaine tried to do the same that Tyler held on tighter and pushed him back against the fence with a strength Blaine hadn't known he had. "Y-y-y-you can't." Tyler stress, his eyes holding something close to sympathy.

Blaine tries to push back again but he knows it's useless. Jimmy gets lifted up slowly, placed onto a stretcher and off the field. Erin's by his side, and the coach is just standing there in the middle of the field, his hand over his mouth and the other of his side as he confers with the referees about what happened.

They decided to let the boy that had tackled Jimmy stay on the field.

Blaine has never been more livid.

"Fuck!" And Blaine rarely curses but he figured that this was as good a time as any and he kicks back against the metal railing. Tyler slowly releases him when it becomes obvious that Blaine's not going to run off onto the field and make not only Jimmy more of a target, but Blaine himself. Tyler's staring at him with wide, almost fearful eyes, and Blaine would have to remember to apologize to him later but right now? Right now Blaine wants to punch the guy that tackled Jimmy, punch his coach, punch the referee, and punch everyone else just because he's angry enough. And Blaine knows how dangerous that is so he stomps away.

Blaine makes it into the nurse's office, although how he finds it is beyond him, and is met by Jimmy's mother. Diane Marks tried to pull him into a hug, tried to keep him from going into the room but Blaine was pissed and he wasn't just going to sit around and wait. Not for this. Not for Jimmy. So he pushed passed her with a slightly apologetic look, but mostly one of annoyance, and stepped into the room.

And there he is. There's Jimmy. Lying on the nurse's one sterile bed and awake. But he has tear tracks on his face and blood on his shirt and Erin is standing in the corner talking to their father on the phone. Blaine hates blood. He really hates blood. "Blaine?" Jimmy held out a shaking hand in his direction, a whine almost stuck in his throat and Blaine feels the tears build a bit.

This was unfair. Jimmy didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be treated like a second class citizen in a game that he ruled just because he was gay. Just because he decided that he'd rather be with Blaine than a girl like every other football stereotype.

Blaine swallowed hard, willing himself to ignore the blood and stepped closer, sliding his hand into Jimmy's and reveling in the heat there, in the strength there, in the weight there.

"I'm okay." Blaine answers Jimmy's unasked question and holds Jimmy's hand up to his lips, pressing a very gentle kiss there.

The nurse makes a disapproving noise and gives them a look. Blaine gives her one back and she quickly turns back to her station, her face flushed.

"Look at this?" Jimmy slurred, staring at Blaine with wonder in his eyes. "My big bad boyfriend is angry."

"I'm not angry." Blaine insisted.

"You are angry." Jimmy squeezed his hand tighter, linking their fingers together. "It's kind of hot."

Blaine couldn't help blushing, because Jimmy's family was a stern Christian family in the most non-traditional sense and the only time Jimmy had ever said something like that to him was when he wanted to move farther in their relationship.

Blaine wasn't sure how ethical it would be to do that in a nurse's office with his sister and the nurse around.

And his mother right outside the door.

That too.

"You kind of have a concussion." Blaine pointed out, running his unoccupied hand gently through Jimmy's copper hair. "And you need a haircut." It was getting rather long but Jimmy just smiled impishly at him.

"I get a haircut when you go a week without gel."

"Deal."

Jimmy stared at him for a moment, his eyes overcome with pain and sadness. Hurt. Yes, that's what it was. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He whispered, his voice broken.

"Had to see what?" Blaine asked with his eyebrows narrowed together.

"That." And Blaine knew he was talking about the nasty tackle and the reaction from the referee's. Of course he knew it.

"That was nothing." In all honesty, it was nothing compared to the things Blaine had been through. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. "I can deal with it." He could. Though it was all getting rather hard to deal with, but he was almost done with Ohio. Then he could leave and never come back ever again. "Can you?"

Jimmy didn't even hesitate to answer. "With you here? I think so."

A small smile spread across Blaine's lips. What had he done to deserve Jimmy? After everything that had happened with Kurt….

Jimmy was making that face at him again – the one that said that he wanted Blaine to do something risky. It was the face he had made when they had gone rock climbing that day a month ago and Jimmy had wanted Blaine to come stand on the edge with him. It was that face Jimmy had made when he wanted Blaine to make out with him in a crowded movie theater.

It was a face that Blaine both loved and hated. "Jimmy…."

"Come here." A gentle tug of Blaine's hand and a bit of tears in Jimmy's eyes was all it took for Blaine to give in, ignoring the fact that Erin (though, chances where that she didn't care in the least), the nurse, and Jimmy's mother were all close by. Their lips slid together easily, with a practiced ease. Yet the fireworks were still there. Blaine's heart still jumped into his throat when Jimmy's hand came around to his neck to hold him in place. Blaine slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to Jimmy's hip, separating their lips long enough to make himself comfortable.

And then they were kissing again, softly and without a rush. "You make the pain go away." Jimmy whispered breathlessly, rubbing their noses together and tilting his head to the side, his eyes flicking up to meet Blaine's before falling shut again. He pulled Blaine closer, smirking at bit at the way Blaine inhaled through his nose sharply, tensing for a moment before relaxing again.

They pulled away after a moment, their foreheads resting comfortably against one another and a peaceful look on Jimmy's face among the pain.

Diane Marks had chastised the nurse when she had gone to separate them. Erin had left them alone to go great their father. And, besides a mother looking in through the doorway, a fond smile on her face, this moment was theirs. Their safe haven, their thing the look back on when they needed to. Hands linked by Jimmy's side, Jimmy's hand resting on Blaine's cheek, and Blaine's on his chest, their foreheads pressed close, eyes closed, and noses rubbing together as they breathed the same air.

Yes… this was theirs.

Four Months after the First Meeting

Blaine had gone to two proms so far, and they never failed to be terrifying.

He shifted on his feet, biting his lip and wringing his hands. Surely Jimmy would understand if Blaine suddenly called him and said he couldn't go to his prom in North Lima because he was sick? Surely Sam would understand if Blaine called him and said that he was too busy with family obligations so he couldn't go to the prom that he himself had set up in a few days? Blaine swallowed hard, trying to calm his fast beating heart. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were stinging.

"Blaine?" A tentative voice came from the other side of the door. Jimmy's voice was soft and questioning. A bit concerned.

Blaine shut his eyes tightly before shaking his head and stealing his fears, opening the door and staring at Jimmy in his smart suit. A pale yellow suit shirt. A golden tie. A black suit. He looked handsome.

And there was Blaine, matching in his light grey suit shirt, silver tie, and black suit.

Yet he couldn't shake the dread in the pit of his stomach.

But Blaine was a fantastic actor, so he was quite sure his trepidation didn't show on his face. And yet Jimmy just smiled at him – that brilliant smile of his – and pulled him into a light hug, but one that was tight enough to make Blaine feel safe and the tears maybe fall from his cheeks just a bit. It was a feeling that Blaine had only ever been able to get from Cooper's hugs, but now… with Jimmy… now with Jimmy he felt almost whole.

He didn't know what made him feel worse. The fact that he had never really been offered this feeling willingly from anyone but his brother before, or the fact that Kurt was supposed to give him that feeling but never had.

Jimmy's arms tightened for a brief moment before he pulled away, placing a gentle kiss against Blaine's cheek, an easy smile on his face as his hands settled on top of Blaine's waist. "You look wonderful. I feel wonderful. And the night is going to be wonderful." Jimmy whispered gently, their foreheads falling to rest against one another. Blaine couldn't help the small quirk of his lips, leaning up on his tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of Jimmy's mouth, leaning even closer after a moment and wrapping his arms around Jimmy's neck to hold him tightly.

Jimmy let out a startled sound before tugging Blaine closer, actually picking him up for a moment and causing the other boy to smile into his neck before planting his feet firmly on the ground. Their hands linked together, Blaine wiping at his cheeks for good measure and walking down the stairs to get their pictures taken.

Erin looked stunning herself, in her pale blue dress and her date, Tyler, was just as stunning himself. He was blushing too. That was a sight for Blaine to see and he couldn't help a small chuckle as the stuttering boy gave him a quick hug. They posed for pictures, all of them together, Erin and Jimmy together, Erin and Blaine together, Jimmy and Tyler, and Tyler and Blaine. Then the couple pictures. Erin and Tyler being the cute selves and Jimmy and Blaine trying their hardest to out due them.

When they left Jimmy's father slipped a can of pepper spray into Blaine's pocket with a knowing look while Jimmy was distracted by his mother.

By the time they are at the North Lima prom in the town's classiest hotel Blaine's ready to jump out of his skin. He's calm and composed on the outside – or at least he thinks he is, but he can't be so sure since Jimmy keeps sending him these looks like he knows. He heaves a deep breath and takes Jimmy's hand in his as the taller boy leads them into the hotel. The music can be heard from outside and Erin and Tyler separate from them to go to the dance floor.

Blaine feels almost like a wet blanket as Jimmy and him hang around the perimeter, their hands held tightly together, and Jimmy's friends wandering over to them every once in a while. "I'm sorry, I'm such a wet blanket, Jim." Blaine finally gets the courage to speak, leaning back against the gymnasium wall, his head hitting it gently.

And then, suddenly, Jimmy's crowding around him. His hands are planted firmly against the wall, his eyes intense and his dark red hair handing in his eyes. He's close enough that the strands of his hair brush against Blaine's cheeks, close enough that he's the only thing Blaine can see. "It's okay." He whispers softly. "The night isn't ruined yet."

Jimmy then leans just a tad closer, tilting his head to the side and sliding their lips together in that perfect ways their always do. There's a long moment of hesitation on Blaine's part, full of a gasp and a small twitch of trying to get out of Jimmy's grip but he gives up easily enough, almost melting into his body. His eyes flutter shut and his hands reach out to hold onto something, one of them closing around the fabric at Jimmy's waist and another at the hair at the back of his neck.

It's a slow and sweet kiss until Jimmy loses his balance some and slides his knee between Blaine's legs.

Then things change and they pulled away from one another their breath coming in pants and their close rumpling together. "Wanna get out of here?" Blaine goes for the cheesy line from that movie they had watched the night before. And Jimmy gets it, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and his eyes crinkling at the corners at the same time his body moves just a little bit closer, his heart speeding up just a tiny bit more.

Jimmy can't seem to find the words so, instead, he just pulls Blaine by the hand and tugs him out of the hotel ballroom and into the lobby, the two of them trading looks before Jimmy rushes over to the counter and checks them in.

Of course Jimmy thought ahead far enough to get a hotel room.

The rest of the night is spent together, on plush hotel bed sheets, with their mouths locked together and their bodies almost completely molded into one.

A: N – So… do you approve? Please approve…..