"Blaine!"
Blaine stopped walking immediately. No jock would ever call him by his actual name, they probably didn't even know it. Maybe they thought his parents actually named him fag...
"Who are you?" Blaine asked, his voice wavering. The figure stepped into the light. "Dave? What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same, you know." Dave said, trying to hide a smirk. "I didn't think you'd recognize me." Blaine studied Dave's face. "Well, you're not very different, just taller." Dave laughed. Blaine instantly remembered starry nights and sunny days filled with him desperately trying to make Dave laugh. He had always thought Dave had the best laugh in the world, but right now he knew for sure that he did.
"What?" Dave asked when he saw Blaine's face. "It's just.. You really haven't changed that much." Dave looked at the ground for couple of seconds. "Do you want to sit down and talk for a little while?" Dave almost whispered. Blaine nodded.
They sat down on a bench nearby. It was uncomfortable at first, they both didn't say anything. They just soaked in each others company after not seeing each other for three years. After a while Blaine just couldn't keep quiet anymore, he had to know. "Why did you stop writing me?" He blurted out. "I wrote you at least once a week for 6 months after you stopped writing letters." Blaine said, looking straight into Dave's eyes. Dave's eyes showed the hurt. "I thought it wasn't good for us both to keep hanging on to each other that much. And it just hurt too much." Dave's voice was soft, his hand moved to his face , rubbing his forehead so Blaine couldn't see his eyes. Blaine saw his hands were trembling. He wanted to make it better, wanted to show Dave he never really could replace him.
Blaine reached out and took Dave's hand in his. Dave pulled away at first but relaxed almost immediately. "Hey, look at me." Blaine whispered. "Remember what we used to say... No matter what will happen, we will always be friends." Dave let out a soft laugh. "Yeah. It's just hard to believe. I mean, it's been so long." Blaine looked into Dave's eyes, the same beautiful green color he was used to seeing in a younger face. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again... I kept the letters, though." Blaine said, looking at Dave's hand which was in his.
Dave moved his thumb, brushing calming shapes over Blaine's hand. He brought his other hand to Blaine's cheek, causing Blaine to lean into the touch. Dave's scent reminded him of summer, all the fun they had at the lake, the sleepovers filled with video games. Blaine was pulled out of his memory's by Dave's breath on his face. Their faces were so close he could see every shade of green in his eyes. Before Blaine realized what was happening Dave's lips were pressed against his. The kiss sent shivers down Blaine's spine, the way Dave used his lips gave Blaine a sensation of happiness he had never felt before. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but Blaine could feel Dave's lips on his the entire night as they talked about what had happened in three years time.
When they both couldn't stay awake any longer Dave walked Blaine home. They held hands until they were standing in front of Blaine's house. Blaine went to press a goodnight kiss against Dave's lips, when Dave yawned. Blaine couldn't stop a giggle from escaping. "You want to stay at my house? You know, just like we used to?" Blaine asked, quickly blushing after Dave shot him a quick look. "Not.. I don't... I'm not hitting on you, David. Don't you dare make a comment." Dave roared with laughter. "Even after three years, you still know me too wel." Blaine smirked at that. "And don't you ever forget it." He said with an over the top cocky tone and posh accent. Another roar of laughter escaped Dave, but this time it was silenced with a kiss from Blaine. He grabbed Dave's hand and took him inside.