Warnings- Sheer amounts of fluff. And my inability to write.
Reed left the library, and walked down the path back to Windsor. He’d gotten so caught up in his research of Monet for his art history essay; he hadn’t noticed the sky growing darker as thick storm clouds rolled in quickly. After another glance at the sky, Reed picked up his pace, hurrying faster than he really knew he should. He was too focused on getting back before the rain; he was not really paying much attention till he felt his feet start to slide out from underneath him. He braced himself for impact, but he never hit the ground.
Instead, he found himself in a pair of strong, familiar arms, inches from the ground. “Hey! You okay?” Shane asked, his grey green eyes filled with concern.
Reed was not sure exactly how long he had been asleep. He remembered pottering about the room he shared with Kurt, tidying up his paint supplies and pulling out a sketchpad to do some designs and rough sketches for his upcoming project. He also remembered lying down on his bed to draw. He supposed he must have fallen asleep mid-sketch and then someone, probably Kurt, must have pulled the quilt over him to keep him warm. He supposed he could not have slept more than an hour or two because it was still light outside, but he could not be bothered to get up and check the time. He was incredibly comfortable, snug in his nest and still sleepy from his nap. Just as he felt himself starting to drift off again, the mattress moved. He frowned. Somebody was jostling the bed, crawling across the mattress and burrowing under his quilt.
Turning his head, he came face to face with Shane, his hair wild from the crawl under the quilt. Shane’s face split in a wide grin.
So iopenattheclose- was trying to be not really subtle and hinting that I should make a Reed papercraft after asking if I’ve read Dalton (I’ve read something around the first half, I think), and I mentioned how I’d personally love to draw Reed sometime. After not much prompting, that sometime became tonight. So, here’s Reed for ya, dear. I swear, curly hair is harder to draw than the Dalton logo.
“Obviously you fancy me.” Shane cast the shorter boy a glance, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly as he gestured towards the whole of him. His tone hadn’t been sarcastic or arrogant…somehow, he seemed genuine, almost amused.
Reed looked back at him, unsure of how to reply to the sudden statement. He opened his mouth slowly, murmuring, “O…Obviously…?”
“Obviously, meaning very evident.” The dark-haired boy answered, laughing. “And, well,” He caught the strawberry-blond’s eye and winked.
“I obviously fancy you.”
“W-What?” Reed’s cheeks flushed almost instantly as he stared at him. “B-But…” He stammered. “You can’t just say that!”
“Ah.” Shane grinned. “But I just did!”
Reed’s eyes flickered away, the blush on his cheeks, if even possible, deepening a little.
“I-I don’t know how to react to that…” He whispered, pulling his scarf further up his face to hide his red cheeks by an inch.
Shane sighed. “It’s alright.” Straightening his back, he turned to leave. “See you.”
“W-Wait!” Reed’s hand shot out, taking hold of the dancer’s wrist. “Wait…” Startled by his own actions, he squeaked, immediately loosening his grip.
“Hm?” Shane glanced back.
Reed bit his lip. “Umm…” He said timidly. “Don’t leave yet…just because I said I don’t know how to react doesn’t mean…”
He took a deep breath.
“It doesn’t mean that I don’t want you around.”
Silence hung over the two for a split second, before Shane began smiling again.