Blair Silver

Part 12: The Silver Household

Blair takes me on three more dates (all beginning and followed by kissing, and all absolutely wonderful and sweet and precious) before mentioning his house. As soon as he does, I get apprehensive, and he notices. He quickly reassures me that he's not expecting anything, and it's not going to be a 'meet the parents' situation (since I already know his mom), or anything like that. Just hanging out. I agree, because I trust that he wouldn't force me into any kind of situation that I seemed even a little bit nervous about. Mostly, I'm expecting to finally have the 'boyfriends' conversation. And I can't wait.

I mention it to Jillian, who tells me basically exactly what I was expecting her to tell me: that I don't owe him anything, can leave at any time, and that if I text her she will be there with one of her parents within ten minutes or less (I sent her the address as soon as I knew it, just in case). Obviously, I trust Blair, and I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't really want to (I really want to), but safety always comes first.

We planned it for Saturday, which comes at a devastatingly slow pace. And then once it is Saturday, I have to wait until the afternoon, which comes at an even devastatingly slower pace.

By the time I finally leave the house to go to the bus stop, it feels like it's been years.

The bus seems to go extra slow today, probably because I'm anxious to get to his house as fast as possible. Finally, finally, I arrive at the stop and get off the bus (only almost falling twice- see Jillian, buses aren't such a hazard for me), before starting towards his house. It's nearly impossible to force myself to walk at a safe pace. I wish I could run (and not trip and die) so badly right now. If only I could not be clumsy for like, five minutes.

When I get there, I'm hit by a wall of nerves. Not bad nerves, just nerves. The kind I always get when I'm about to see Blair. I approach the house and knock on the door.

Blair answers the door, one corner of his mouth already slightly quirked up. I smile up at him.

"Hi. I'm... here. As you can see. I mean, I would hope, I would be concerned if you couldn't, unless you're, like, farsighted- or nearsighted? I don't know which is which- and didn't have your glasses, or contacts because I've never seen you wearing glasses before- yeah so I'm here." 

He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, smiling as he tenderly kisses my forehead. I sigh and lean into him a little, a familiar warmth blooming in my chest at his touch. He draws away only for a moment, smiling faintly as his gaze flickers to mine before he gently tugs me inside, closing the door behind me. I look up at him eagerly, hoping for a kiss. He smiles a little as he leans down to oblige me. I put my arms around his neck immediately, not letting him pull back- not that he seemed to be planning on it, but still. His arm is already around my waist, and he's stroking the underside of my jaw with his thumb.

"Blair- oh." 

I practically shove him away from me whilst also yanking backwards and consequently slamming my skull on the door behind me. I grimace and rub the back of my head.

"Theodore?" 

I force a smile through the pain as Blair settles an arm around my waist and gently brushes his thumb over the back of my head (where I just hit it), his touch concerned. I shake my head a little and swat at him a little, knowing that I didn't hit it that hard and I'll be fine in a minute or two. Now, I have much bigger worries. Specifically: Blair's mom. "Hi, Ms. Devons."

Blair kisses the top of my head (really lightly, like he thinks I have a concussion or something). Ms. Devons frowns, looking worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yup. I'm fine. Perfectly, totally, one hundred percent fine. So, so fine."

She looks at her son, who must give her some kind of reassurance because she seems to relax a little. "Well..."