Chap 8:
"So, now that we've finished our boating adventures, what would you like to do?"
"I don't know! What is there to do?"
Blaine paused, and got up towards the DVDs. I reached for him under the blankets, but gave up, knowing he'd come back.
"Casablanca... Titanic, and The Notebook. Yes?"
"Oh my god yes."
He raised a hand and went to the kitchen.
I waited patiently.
"Would you like anything to eat? I can't imagine you've had breakfast."
My stomach was a little grumbly. I got up and let the blanket slink to the floor.
I entered to find him taking out every breakfast food possible.
"We've gootttt, eggs, bacon, ham, pancakes, fruit, waffles? Anything so far?"
I moved towards him. "Mm, nope!"
"Alright, cereal? Oatmeal? Um. Pizza?"
I laughed and moved a little closer.
"Nope."
He looked exasperated. How cute.
"What do you want babe?"
I looked him in the eyes, and kissed him, for longer than usual. "Oh, I'm a breakfast food now?" "Mhm."
I kissed him again, until my stomach made the loudest noise in the universe. Blaine laughed hysterically, as did I.
"Maybe pancakes do sound good."
"Alright. But you have to do something for me before I cook you the best pancakes in the world!" "Oh really?" Blaine walked over to the hooks on the wall, and, I knew it. He threw me an apron.
I smiled. "Really?"
"You look adorable in them."
"Really?"
"Really."
I put it on, and he smiled, pleased.
"Happy?"
"Joyous."
He gave me another peck, and started making his pancakes. I tried to distract him by dancing around in my apron, and most of the time it worked, but I realized I should stop when he's actually frying them. I wouldn't want his parents to come home to a.. Well.. home made of ashes.
After a while, he told me to go in the living room, because he was going to do something special. I removed my apron and followed accordingly.
Five minutes later, he comes in, with heart pancakes, covered in fruit and whipped cream. (No dairy, of course.)
How adorable is that?
We ate them all up and started watching Casablanca. I had my last bites, looked over to Blaine and saw he had whipped cream on his nose. I burst out laughing, and couldn't stop. The poor boy looked so confused! Finally, once I could control my laughter, I kissed his nose, so he could see the whipped cream now all over my face. He got it and laughed. Blushed even, and that doesn't happen often.
It was an awesome day. We finished up the movies and enjoyed more cuddles and kisses.
I wouldn't want to spend my weekends any other way.
When he finally brought me back home, he kissed me goodnight under the porch light. It felt good not to hide. I was so free, and so was he, yet he chooses to love me.
I can't even begin to tell you how lucky I am.
[Sunday happened. I'm not gonna write about it. Nothin' special happens on Sundays.]