drabble seven - Lost in the Haze
Watching him perform was the best way she could spend her Sunday afternoons.
Blaine was playing the drums for his newly formed band with some of his friends from college, and even in the back of the room he commanded attention.
The rapid succession and intricate rhythms he followed as he sang was one of the best things Rachel had seen in the past week.
I'm still running away
I'm still running away, uh oh, uh oh
Won't play your hide and seek game.
He was all loose curls, sweaty V-necks and insane faces, but his sole aura and bright eyes were enough to make a show, and Rachel loved how he commanded attention, how she was unable to look away as he continued to sing, eyes closed, feeling the beat of the music course through his veins.
As soon as the song ended, Rachel ran, literally throwing herself at him, Blaine barely catching her before she furiously fused her lips to his. After a moments passed, she rested her forehead against his, breathlessly whispering sensuous nothings.
Blaine's eyes glazed over in such a way that made Rachel shiver with anticipation, before swiftly pecking her on the lips.
A few ignored cat-calls signaled the finale of Blaine's contribution for the day, as Rachel half-dragged him out on the streets and back to their apartment.
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