A/N: First of all, thank you so much to everyone that's reviewed, followed and favorited this series! Please continue to do so. It really does motivate me. I hope that you'll continue to like these. On that note, here's number 2! I wrote this kind of quickly on a car ride home, and I'd take more time to edit it if I weren't so anxious to share it with you, but I think it turned out pretty well.

Just a reminder, these are all in no relation to each other. Things that may happen in one drabble may happen in another in a totally different way (you could pull some situations from this drabble and rewrite them in so many different ways, for example). I most likely won't be writing another one until school starts this week, and I can't promise another drabble will be up soon. As always, I'll do my very best. I definitely have ideas with some of the words I've gotten, it's just a matter of getting them down on paper. Okay. I'll let you read now! I own nothing.

Prompt: Growth

When they were kids, Blaine had always taken great pride in the fact that he was taller than Sebastian. It was by an inch or two at most, but nonetheless, he was taller, and Blaine's height meant so much more than just a number.

Being taller meant that Blaine could reach the cookie jar when Sebastian still couldn't, and found joy in only grabbing a treat for himself just to get on Sebastian's nerves (though Sebastian would more often than not tackle him to the ground and steal his cookie instead- he was stronger than he looked).

It meant that Blaine always had something to tease Sebastian about, which was important, because it seemed like Sebastian had a never ending list of things he could say to pick on Blaine.

But Blaine didn't mind, because as long as he was taller, he couldn't lose. Many an argument ended with Blaine reminding Sebastian that he was still too short to ride half the rides at the amusement park, to which Sebastian would cross his arms, stick out his tongue, and shoot back some variation of, "Just wait until I have my growth spurt. You'll see!"

Blaine didn't see until just before the beginning of their freshman year of high school, when Sebastian showed up at his doorstep after spending most of the summer in Paris. Sebastian had a good three inches on him now, and chuckled at the horrified look on Blaine's face.

"Don't look at me like that, Blaine. I told you I'd grow, didn't I?"

Blaine just gaped up at him for another moment before shaking his head in disbelief, hugging his best friend and letting him in. Later that night after Sebastian had left, Blaine flopped down on his bed and buried his face in his pillow, blushing a little at the thought of how long and lean Sebastian had become.

The blush returns when they share their first kiss, and when Sebastian has to lean down the slightest bit as Blaine stands a bit taller to meet him.

It doesn't work.

They laugh at the awkwardness, but work their way around the height difference a few tries later. Blaine goes back inside after saying goodnight and flops down on his bed, a dopey grin on his face because he hadn't known he could feel like this.

Years later, they kiss again. This time it's without any trace of awkwardness, and has been perfected with experience. Blaine walks back down the aisle, this time with his husband, and that dopey grin returns to his face.

Later on in the evening, Sebastian makes a speech. "Blaine and I have been practically inseparable since we were just kids. I mean, this was way back when Blaine was the tall one," he begins, winking at Blaine, and everyone laughs.

Blaine just smiles, and decides that not being able to reach the cookie jar is worth it if it means he gets to spend the rest of his life with the man he loves.