For the prompt: "Just please be my best friend right now, and not the person I confessed my love to."
"Oh my god."
"Stevie..."
"Oh my god!"
"Stevie, seriously, it's not a big deal—"
"Not a big deal?" Her eyes were wide, and her voice came out muffled behind her hands.
Blake opened and closed his mouth a few times, unsure of what to say now to make her feel better. He had some—not a lot—of experience talking women down from a freak out, but none of those tactics were coming back to him at the moment. "I promise it really isn't," he said weakly. He hesitated before pulling her into a hug. Stevie didn't exactly hug him back but she didn't pull away either, which he thought was a good sign.
"I shouldn't have said it," she bemoaned into the wall of his chest. "Why did I say that? Everything was going fine before I opened my stupid mouth to— I always screw up things like this, it's always my fault—"
"You didn't screw anything up," he assured her. He rubbed her back awkwardly. "Do you... do you want to talk about it?"
She shook her head. She still didn't look up, still wouldn't meet his eye. "Just... just please be my best friend right now," she said. He swore he heard her sniffle. "And not the person I confessed my love to."
His chest tightened upon hearing the word a second time. Love.
Crap, was he in trouble?
"Always," he told her. "Nothing... nothing has to change if you don't want it to."
"Really?"
"Of course."
Finally, Stevie tipped her head up. She searched his face with wide eyes. "And what if... what if I want it to?"
He was going to kiss her. Blake was going to kiss her and he knew he was going to kiss her, and he knew that this time it was going to mean something. It was going to change everything between them.
The biggest change being that he was probably going to be dead very soon, because the Secretary was probably going to kill him. Or Henry was. Maybe it'd be worth it, though.
"Then... I'd say I've been waiting a long time to hear you say that." And then Blake leaned down and kissed her.