Give Me A Chance (boyxboy)

Twenty

The next two and half weeks are such a relief from the past month. They're quiet, and nothing life-changing happens, which I suppose is a good thing.

I don't run into Quinn, which is fantastic. Maybe he'll realize I won't quit, no matter what he wants. No matter how fragile he feels. I hang out with Aydin and Liza, and we go for late night ice cream, and it's awesome. And Blaine and I steal moments to ourselves throughout the weeks, and I can focus on him and nothing else. He flirts shamelessly, alternating between what seem to be his two main moods, super confident and super concerned for me. And I swear my cheeks are permanently red from blushing. I think that's what spurs him to do it. It makes him happy to see me not get caught up on what's happened. And, if it's possible, I fall for him even more. It's been nineteen days, yes I counted, since he called me his boyfriend and I'm more than head over heels.

Like now, we're at Horace and Griffin's, ready to watch a movie. Horace and Griffin are on their own date night, and Joshua is hanging out with Sadie, which might possibly be a date night as well. I haven't asked him about it yet.

And Blaine's adorable.

He's wearing a flannel again, actually the same one he wore when he came over to confront me about ghosting him. His hair is unruly, sticking up all over the place. I don't think either of us cares about that. He's sitting cross-legged beside me, our knees and shoulders touching. "What do you want to watch?" he asks.

I'm caught up in the moment. If somebody had told me that I would be able to be here, sitting with Blaine, knowing that we like each other, that finally I have a crush that's requited, I would never have believed them. I couldn't have believed them. But yet, here I am, and it feels like the impossible has happened. My mind likes it very much, but the voices do not. Because now there's a real voice, Blaine's, telling me that I am good enough, that I do matter.

I shrug. "I don't care,"

"A Marvel movie?"

"Great choice," I say. He turns on Ant-Man and settles right in. And by that I mean he has the audacity to turn, stretch out, and lay his head in my lap. He looks up at me and smiles, and I'm so infatuated I swear I almost combust on the spot. He turns to the movie, but I can't take my eyes off of him. This is new. Not sitting together and watching a movie (we both have the same taste in movies), but sitting like this and watching a movie. Every other time, he's just leaned in, that's as far as we went. And he knows I'm still struggling on the self-confidence front, so it's usually him that has to initiate such things. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. We are technically dating, although whether or not we've had an actual date, I don't know. I'm not quite sure what constitutes an actual date.

"Watch the movie," Blaine says, knowing I'm still watching him. I realize I was staring.

"Yep," I say, embarrassed. I hear him laugh under his breath. I drift my gaze away, but I can still feel where he's laying. I swallow audibly, not knowing whether to be nervous or excited or something of both.

And as it turns out, he's the one that doesn't watch the movie.

After a while, he turns to look up at me again. "Do you think this is weird?" he asks me. He blinks once, and he looks so innocent.

"The movie?" I ask sarcastically. "Yeah, it was pretty weird when that guy got turned into goo, I agree." I look down at him and smirk. Woah, Lyam. That sounded pretty confident. Not in a flirty way, but in general. Good thing? Maybe.

He doesn't look impressed. "Come on," he says. "Does all..." he gestured to us. "–this feel weird to you at all?"

"You mean the fact that we decided to become boyfriends literally an hour after our first kiss and the same night that we even confronted our feelings for each other?"