Only 5 months late or so, my final entry in the Klaine 2014 Advent. I’m going to miss these guys. There’s just something about these years of your life, the big changes from 14 to 24, that make it fun to write. So anyway, here it is. It really needed an editor (2700 words).
(Blaine and Dave K.;
between 6x05 and 6x06; occurs the night before the events of my Day 23 entry)
His phone had died sometime over the weekend, so it wasn’t
surprising when David looked up concerned when he came in the door dressed in
the same clothes he’d been wearing when he left on Saturday.
“You okay, Boo?” He guessed he looked as awful as he felt;
they had taken bird baths in the bathroom sink, but he hadn’t showered or
changed his underwear, and it had been HOT in that elevator.
“Oh, God. You can’t imagine. I need the world’s hottest
“What happened?” Dave asked him as he crossed to the
“How well do you know Sue Sylvester?” he threw over his
shoulder as he pulled a clean t-shirt, boxers, and his sleep flannels out of
his chest of drawers.
“Coach Sue was never a big fan of me. She’s—honestly, I
think she’s a little scary.”
He huffed out his agreement. “Scary is right. Hey, do you
mind holding that thought? I NEED to feel more human,” he called out as he
jumped into the shower.
He used his time in the shower to untangle some of the mess
in his head and his heart, hoping to feel better, healthier inside as well as
outside, before he returned to his boyfriend. When he came out of the bathroom,
squeezing his curls dry, Dave was in the kitchen pouring them both glasses of
fruit punch. He carried them over to the couch with a basket of hard pretzels.
“I was gonna have a beer and pretzels and watch the late
game, but you don’t look too up to it.”
“No, no. That would be fine. But that doesn’t mean the juice
isn’t welcome.” He joined Dave on the couch and drew a deep breath.