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Anonymous asked: B2 - Music
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"What are ya doin'?"
Baljeet froze, his blood running cold at the all too familiar sound of Buford's pissed voice. He curled his knees closer to his chest, and peeked up at the very tall figure from under his brow.
"S-sitting."
Buford's eyes narrowed a little and Baljeet's heart skipped.
"Yea I can see that," Buford growled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What are you doin' here?"
"Oh." Baljeet rested his chin on his knees and began to trace circles on the linoleum. He kept his face down this time, hiding the red that twinged his cheeks. If he told the truth, Buford would get mad at him, wouldn't he? "…I uh-"
"How long have you been sitting here?"
Baljeet pressed his finger into the floor. "About an hour and a half," he mumbled, almost incoherently.
Buford's frown deepened at his nerd's shyness.
"… How did you find me?" he asked sternly, standing over the sitting male like a looming tower.
Baljeet bit his lip, but didn't respond.
"How did you find me?" Buford asked a little louder, pulling his hands from his pockets.
"I stumbled upon you by accident-" Baljeet mumbled quickly, glancing back up. He cut himself off, and Buford's brow creased.
"But what?"
The Indian sighed softly and looked away, "… You don't have football practice on Tuesdays."
Buford blinked, a little caught off guard by the statement, but Baljeet continued before he could question him.
"You stay late and you come over here to the music room to play the piano. You play for about two and a half hours, and then you go home."
"Are you spyin' on me or something!?" Buford snapped, curling his hands into fists. "I thought you trusted me!"
"I do! Buford, I do!" Baljeet gasped quickly, head whirling up at the other male. "I was just wandering around one day trying to clear my head and I heard someone playing!" He began to press himself up into a standing position, the sudden panic begining to wash from his face.
"It was so beautiful, and it was so relaxing…" he continued, softer, like he was recalling a gentle, warm touch. "I completely lost myself in the music and I felt so… so good when it was done that I wanted to give my regards to whoever was playing. I thought it was the music teacher, but… When I looked inside I saw you."
Baljeet had been softly running his fingers over his lips and looking everywhere but Buford has he spoke, and therefore didn't catch the bright pink that'd stained his otherwise pale boyfriend's face. Buford was totally thrown off balance, and he just stood there wide eyed as the smaller boy continued.
"I… I know you do not like to show off your musical talent much and I thought you would be horribly embarrassed to know I had sat and listened to you play for hours," Baljeet's voice dropped back down to just above a mumble. He chewed his lip a moment. "… I left. And I told myself not to go back for the same reasons, but… The next Tuesday I found myself here again and running off when I heard you get ready to leave. I could not help it." Flushed and embarrassed, Baljeet glanced up at Buford finally.
"… Your music is beautiful and I love it. I am never as calm as I am Tuesday afternoons listening to you play."
Buford awkwardly scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight on his feet in an attempt to shake off the profound adoration and surprise and embarrassment and all the other hundreds of things he was feeling all of a sudden.
"… How long have you known I was doin' it?" he asked, wiping at his freckled nose like it would make the blood in his face disappear.
Baljeet shrugged lightly. "About two months."
There was a silence between them, where Baljeet leaned against the wall and rubbed his arm and Buford just stood there with his lips pulled thin. After a very long feeling minute, Buford stepped closer. Baljeet shifted a little when Buford rested his large hands on his slender hips, willing but still a little nervous.
"… Does listening to me play really make ya feel like that?" Buford asked quietly, almost in a whisper, as if he didn't believe it even though he was asking.
Baljeet looked up at the significantly taller male before nodding gently.
Buford lips pulled into this adorable half smile, his eyes brightening and his chest puffing out a little in his pride when Baljeet confirmed his hopes. He leaned down and pressed his nose into the space right behind Baljeet's ear, then gave it a small kiss.
"Maybe you should come inside the music room next time," he purred quietly, feeling the heat radiate off Baljeet's cheek. "I'll play somethin' just for you~"