A lot of people change as they age.
Not Blaine Anderson.
I'm saying this like it's a bad thing, I'm simply implying that after three years, Blaine is still as energetic, bubbly and enthusiastic as he was in high school. Blaine is perfect as he is. I just wish he would stop jumping on our furniture.
Waking up to your boyfriend wailing along to the radio as he burns what is implied to be your breakfast isn't exactly pleasant after an entire night of studying for your history final. One last god damned final then you're done with college and off to intern at some big time fashion magazine and Blaine Anderson is waking you up at 6 a.m. to serve you burnt waffles.
"Rise and Shine, Sweethe…."
"Blaine. Shut the fuck up. Its sIx in the FUCKING MORNING! GO TO SLEEP!"
I wasn't sure if I was too hard on Blaine until I got back up at nine and walked into our tiny living room to see Blaine curled into himself on the couch silently sobbing. I really need to remember how sensitive my boyfriend can be. Like how he can't handle being called a filthy little cockslut during sex without bursting into tears and calling himself worthless and unwanted repetitively. Or when I decided to take a break from life and go to a day spa and he completely convinced himself and a couple others that I wasn't in love with him anymore and was house hunting with my new Italian fiancé Mario. So don't judge when I tell you that sighed when I saw the shaking clump of man on the beaten up blue couch.
"Blaine…" I whispered as I gently touched his shoulder.
"All I want is to make you happy." Was what I got in response, "How the Hell can I do that when I cant do anything right? I cant even cook breakfast without burning it!"
"BLAINE. LISTEN TO ME. You are perfect the way you are and I am EXTREMELY happy to be spending my life with you. I 'm sorry I over reacted…." The last part was added quietly as I let my head fall in shame. How could I hurt someone who loved me so much, he would wake up at six a.m. to make me waffles?
But my guilt melted away when I looked up and saw Blaine looking at me with a completely amused look on his face. And I realized that he had never been crying.
That bitch.