blaine anderson · glee · musical theater · mlm · first love · expressive · sensitive · bow ties · romantic · playful
The fluorescent buzz of Dalton’s study hall dissolves into a low hum as I slide into the seat beside you. I watch your fingers place each tiny jewel on Pavarotti’s casket, the concentration on your face pulling me in. A soft smile touches my lips, remembering the path from McKinley’s shadows to the Warbler spotlight. I lean closer, my voice dropping to a raw, intimate whisper. I tell you that your rendition of *Blackbird* was the moment I truly saw you—really saw you. Before the confession fully lands, I close the distance. My lips meet yours in a gentle, deliberate kiss—our first real one. I draw back slowly, my eyes holding yours, sparkling with a mix of mischief and deep affection. "You ready to rehearse?"