"One, he doesn't have boobs. Two, if I start staring at any part of him, I won't be able to stop. Fact. He's stunning. Did you see his arms? And his eyes, oh, his eyes. They're beautiful." He was so deeply, utterly embarrassed and straight frat boy help was not what he needed. He slowly sat up and stared at Sam with puppy dog eyes. "I think I just met my soulmate and I blew it. Complete buffoonery."
He put his head in his hands now, wondering what he could do. "I didn't expect him to be asking me out. I mean, what if it was just a work thing and the only reason that all happened is because I was holding his hand and not shaking it?! I don't want to strike out either."
Why did dating have to be hard? "I hate taking chances and dating is hard and I don't even wanna so..."
"I mean, he took your hand and he asked about coffee. Do gay guys not use coffee? Like, I hate coffee, but when I wanna ask out a girl, I ask her for coffee." Then he drank hot chocolate because coffee was bitter and sad disappointment, but whatever. "I didn't see his arms. Or his eyes. But I also didn't hold his hand for a minute, so."
He assumed he had missed some details. "You are hot too, Blaine! I mean, I know you are straight hot, I bet you are gay hot too. So just ask him out! What's the worst that could happen?"
"We go out for coffee and he thinks I'm a total dork and I remain a dateless wonder for the rest of my life, knowing I couldn't even make it work with the guy who makes my heart beat like this." Blaine said, thinking before he frowned and then shook his head. "Actually, no, the worst is if I just die of embarrassment. He works at vogue and he felt the need to explain to me it's about fashion. Did you see how he looked at me? He hates how I dress. We're doomed on that alone."
The pessimistic spiral was one that Blaine fell into often. He couldn't help it, he was just having a dry spell. Of forever. And he had no idea what to do about it. "I just... liked him."
"I mean, he works at whatever you say but he didn't know X-Men, so..." Who was the loser now? Sam didn't really have any degree of shame or insecurity in this regard so it was difficult to relate to Blaine entirely. "If he spends any time with you, he's gonna love you. You're Blaine! You're awesome, man. And you are the most fashionable guy I know."
It wasn't saying much, but still. "Anyway, maybe he just wants you without your clothes. People like that best with me."
"Oh God, that's a whole different nightmare." He didn't really like the idea of guys judging his naked body, he preferred anonymous porn sites where no one could see him and he could have his way with whatever fantasy took over. Gays in the club were always fit and in shape, all hot and sexy. And none of them ever talked comics with him. Probably because no one wanted to talk comics in a gay club.
"Thanks though, you're a good friend." Blaine got himself back up and then came to Sam, putting his head against his best friend's shoulder with a small pout. "Just don't get married and ditch me before I have someone, okay?"
"Nah, never. We'd all have to get married together." However that worked in Sam's mind, he was content with the thought. "Tina can join us. Don't think she'd give us a choice."
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He put his head in his hands now, wondering what he could do. "I didn't expect him to be asking me out. I mean, what if it was just a work thing and the only reason that all happened is because I was holding his hand and not shaking it?! I don't want to strike out either."
Why did dating have to be hard? "I hate taking chances and dating is hard and I don't even wanna so..."
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He assumed he had missed some details. "You are hot too, Blaine! I mean, I know you are straight hot, I bet you are gay hot too. So just ask him out! What's the worst that could happen?"
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The pessimistic spiral was one that Blaine fell into often. He couldn't help it, he was just having a dry spell. Of forever. And he had no idea what to do about it. "I just... liked him."
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It wasn't saying much, but still. "Anyway, maybe he just wants you without your clothes. People like that best with me."
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"Thanks though, you're a good friend." Blaine got himself back up and then came to Sam, putting his head against his best friend's shoulder with a small pout. "Just don't get married and ditch me before I have someone, okay?"
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