I think I may have missed a comment on one chapter while I have been catching up. I'm sorry! I have read and loved every single word of every single chapter.
Which left Blake alone in their little office, sitting at the piano, trying to figure out what was wrong with this song and trying not to think, Chris would know. He would, but Blake couldn't ask him.
Awww, emo Blake.
Blake was glad that Navy won, though, because it pleased Chris so much.
That is the cutest thing ever and Blake would so be like that IRL too.
Blake slipped his jacket back on and walked out into the hallway, where his ankles were promptly entangled in fur and leather.
I wasn't sure where you were going with the fur and leather, but it wasn't what I expected! Puppies! Yay!
Blake wasn't really sure how to say, "Well, I see you have discovered that I am gay and want to talk to me about your gay husband and I'm flattered but this might not be the place,"
This made me snort.
Instead, Blake looked at Chris. Chris was still sitting in a chair next to Cowell, looking down at the table, his cheeks flushed pink. Look at me, Blake thought. Look at me and you'll be all right. And as if Chris actually heard him, he looked right at Blake, smiling just a bit. Blake winked at him, and that smile grew wider, and Chris even shrugged slightly.
This has happened in real life.
Blake dropped down next to him on the bench, shutting the door behind him. Whatever Chris had to say, the world didn't need to hear it. "I was right for me, but I didn't want to be right for you."
I just want to hug them both. Blake wanted to be wrong for Chris' sake.
"Sit here," Chris said, patting the bench. "You'll fit; your ass is smaller than Blake's."
&hearts
"Ryan, you know—"
Poor Ryan! *huggles him*
Chris and Blake stared after them, then Chris turned to Blake. "I'm so glad I'm in love with you," he said.
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Date: 2007-10-05 05:18 pm (UTC)Which left Blake alone in their little office, sitting at the piano, trying to figure out what was wrong with this song and trying not to think, Chris would know. He would, but Blake couldn't ask him.
Awww, emo Blake.
Blake was glad that Navy won, though, because it pleased Chris so much.
That is the cutest thing ever and Blake would so be like that IRL too.
Blake slipped his jacket back on and walked out into the hallway, where his ankles were promptly entangled in fur and leather.
I wasn't sure where you were going with the fur and leather, but it wasn't what I expected! Puppies! Yay!
Blake wasn't really sure how to say, "Well, I see you have discovered that I am gay and want to talk to me about your gay husband and I'm flattered but this might not be the place,"
This made me snort.
Instead, Blake looked at Chris. Chris was still sitting in a chair next to Cowell, looking down at the table, his cheeks flushed pink. Look at me, Blake thought. Look at me and you'll be all right. And as if Chris actually heard him, he looked right at Blake, smiling just a bit. Blake winked at him, and that smile grew wider, and Chris even shrugged slightly.
This has happened in real life.
Blake dropped down next to him on the bench, shutting the door behind him. Whatever Chris had to say, the world didn't need to hear it. "I was right for me, but I didn't want to be right for you."
I just want to hug them both. Blake wanted to be wrong for Chris' sake.
"Sit here," Chris said, patting the bench. "You'll fit; your ass is smaller than Blake's."
&hearts
"Ryan, you know—"
Poor Ryan! *huggles him*
Chris and Blake stared after them, then Chris turned to Blake. "I'm so glad I'm in love with you," he said.
Me too.