𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ✰ blaine anderson

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Even though Blaine had left for class hours before, Charlotte's mind was still running wild thinking about him and wondering when he would come back.

The night before had practically been a dream come true for her. Not only had Blaine made the first move, but he had kissed her and ran his hands against her skin until she couldn't even speak. Charlotte had to admit that crashing after all of that had been the best sleep she had ever had. Sleeping on his arm in bed while being completely engulfed in his scent had given her an unmatched amount of relaxation and happiness. She had absolutely dreaded watching him get up and leave to go to class in the morning, leaving her with nothing but a light forehead kiss and the promise that he would be back as soon as he could.

Charlotte had been waiting around in the dorm alone for hours by the time 3:00 rolled near. Grossly misinterpreting the number of things she could do in a dorm room, she hadn't brought much to do, and as much as she wanted to step out of Blaine's room and explore Dalton, she knew that it wasn't an option. While the boys at Dalton didn't intimidate her one bit, the high chance of bumping into any of them in the dorm hallway did. The last thing she wanted was for one of Blaine's floor-mates to snitch on him, or worse: spread around the fact that he had a girl living with him and the rumor make it as far as the Warblers or Elliott.

Stretched out on the pullout couch, Charlotte carefully painted her nails a deep reddish-purple tone. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on making clean brush strokes while a random cartoon played on the TV in front of her. Finishing one hand, she put the brush back into the nail polish bottle and waved her painted hand around. While doing so, she attempted to focus her concentration on the TV and understand what was going on. She noticed that it was a rerun of Rugrats, but the characters' voices did nothing but bounce off of the wall behind her, especially when she heard Blaine's key turn in the door's keyhole. Slightly straightening up in her place on the couch, she picked the nail polish brush back up to start on her other hand as Blaine came through the door, two coffees in his hands.

"Good news, they finally let me go free," he said sarcastically with a boyish smile as he approached Charlotte. She couldn't help but grin back at him.

"They?" She cocked her head to the side at him, tucking her feet under her as he threw down his bag and sat down on the couch.

"The Warblers. They wanted to call an emergency practice for sectionals coming up," he answered dismissively. "But I'm here now." Blaine leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss, causing her eyes to not flicker back open until a moment after he finally pulled away. She gazed at him, caught in a dreamlike trance as his eyes found the TV. "Rugrats," he noted. "Pretty solid choice." Blaine started to hand her a coffee when he noticed what she had been doing. "Damn, wet nails," he cursed, glancing from her hands back up to her face. "Guess I get two coffees today." Blaine smirked at Charlotte as she abruptly dropped the nail polish brush back into the dark bottle, playfully bumping into him.