Okay, part X of You're Taking Over Me!
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me
Um, I felt like I needed something to fill the gap between the night they text each other and the day after when they meet again… The coffee date, though, will probably be posted in two parts, because it's too long for one drabble- which is supposed to be under a thousand words, ya know.
Ugh, the internet connection here sucks balls. I desperately need internet, okay?! It's like my own personal brand of heroin. (Shh, reference? What reference?)
Dress Me
Blaine got in the shower without bothering to turn on the lights. The feeling of hot water on his skin was heavenly, but he couldn't linger- he was too stressed to do so.
Kurt was wearing nothing but a towel, standing in front of his closet. He was debating on causal jeans-t-shirt-and-a-scarf combination versus slightly more dressed up button-down. Don't even get started on the shoes, because he had absolutely none.
Blaine was trying on his new boots. They did have a nice, big and square heel- it made him at least just a little bit closer to Kurt in height, and made him feel more powerful. With his red leather jacket, he was invincible.
Rachel knocked on the bathroom's door for the fifth time just as Kurt was perfecting the swoop in his hair. She threatened to hide his Louis Vuitton bag if he didn't let her pee immediately. He calmly replied she would never dare, because she wouldn't.
Blaine took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Gel as usual or surprise with none? He looked longingly at his huge container of gel, and then sighed and closed the cabinet it lived in, opening another drawer instead. Just some natural looking mousse today. As for the reason of the abrupt change he lied to himself, thinking of course I don't expect him to might want to touch my hair maybe or kiss me again and tangle his fingers in it, nothing like that.
Kurt looked at the clock and muttered 'fuck' when the numbers showed the hour eight forty-five in the morning. He rushed out the door, blowing a kiss at a messy-haired Rachel, and ran to the bus stop, double checking he didn't forget money or ID or his pants.
Blaine tapped his foot nervously on the ground, glancing at his watch every five seconds. He was early, he knew it. But if Kurt wasn't going to show up soon, he'll faint from anxiety.
Kurt looked around, searching for the already-familiar gelled hair and black leather jacket. Then he caught the man who was staring at him, face whiter than usual. No way.