Because I would have never found this fandom and the amazing people that come with it, so an extra cheese ball, cavity inducing drabble.
Drabble six - Soundless Clarity
Blaine loved Rachel's voice. He thought that by her singing, she let herself be the real Rachel, the vulnerable, mending Rachel that she allowed only in his presence. Blaine loved the touching melodies, the whispered lyrics that so deeply made Rachel who she was.
Blaine thought that no voice was as soft, and heart-warming as Rachel's, creating perfect melodies. He loved how her voice was soothing yet strong, always reverberating with unique and hypnotizing tones, yet her voice possessed a ringing edge that made everyone smile.
Blaine adored how her voice took on graver and huskier tones, her voice almost desperate whenever he brought her to the brink of pleasure; he loved her breathy, nearly choked whispers of his name. Blaine lived for every moan, every gasp, every pant; always taking notice of a coming variation, yet marveling at how each uttered sound held the distinctive signature of Rachel's murmurs.
However, what Blaine loved the most about her voice was the sweet, loving edge it held whenever she addressed him; loving how her soothing tones would caress his name, reassuring him of the times ahead. He loved how no one could coax such tones from her; he simply loved the way she spoke to him.
As he continued to pay rapt attention to her many ramblings and tirades ranging from failed shopping trips to the inaptitude and inefficiency of her coworkers in her theater company, Blaine realized that he would never hear such captivating mumblings from anyone else. With seemingly smug satisfaction, Blaine realized those enchanting tones were his, and his alone.
Happy blainchel anniversary.