Where: Your choice
When: During summer break after season two
Blaine's hand was warm. It was not bigger than his own, but rougher; fingertips hard after years of playing the guitar.
"I love you."
The words tickled against his ear, almost so soft and silent he couldn't hear them. But he had, he had heard them. And a warmness spread down his spine, making his heart swell with joy and cheeks flush with the heat.