Chapter 2: Thank You

Blaine did not want to get out of bed. He did not want to move. He did want to go back to sleep. But, alas, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling as he listened to the noise that woke him up. Well, I guess Coop's awake, he thought, drowsily. His guess was that Cooper had a hangover and was stumbling around for something. It didn't happen so much that it was a problem, but it did happen enough for Blaine to be familiar with it enough not to freak out. 

When his parents left to do business abroad, Blaine had asked to stay with Cooper, who had moved back to Ohio. Poor Blaine had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. But really, it was nice. They got along well and there was never a dull moment and, though he had a lot to get used to, he loved it. He continued to lay in bed trying to decide if he should move until he heard a crash that sounded like something breaking. He still wasnt worried—he'd been living with Coop for a few months now, after all—but decided it would be best to check up on him. With a sigh, Blaine finally tore himself from his bed with a yawn and a groan and headed to go get some aspirin and make sure Coop didn't break anything else. He grabbed the medicine bottle, then followed the noises until he reached the kitchen.

Once in the doorway of the kitchen, Blaine froze. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, in case he was still dreaming, but found—to his delight—that the sight before him was, in fact, very real. In front of him, the most attractive boy he has ever laid eyes upon is in his kitchen wearing very little clothing and has his ass stuck in the air. Good lord. Blaine hadn't a clue as to why he was there but, frankly, he didn't care because he was there and holy hell he was HOT. 

Blaine allowed his eyes to rake over the boy, taking in his smooth, creamy, pale skin, his mussed chestnut hair, his strong legs, and his lithe, smooth, incredibly toned figure. He examined the boy further, lingering momentarily on the boys hands. They were smooth and graceful, but also undoubtedly masculine, and had long fingers and he could only imagine what those hands and fingers could do and BAD BLAINE! Stop having dirty thoughts about the handsome boy in your kitchen that you do not know! NOT appropriate!

Blaine attempts to distract himself but is powerless and gives into the temptation to continue ogling the boy in front of him. This boy's ass is in the air as he is picking something up off the floor (Blaine hasn't torn his eyes away long enough to know exactly what and still really doesn't care) and Blaine is defenseless against the barrage of filthy thoughts and images that flood his mind. Wouldn't it be easier to just crouch or kneel to pick things up, or is he so flexible that this position is comfortable? Between the perfectly sculpted ass, the likelihood of flexibility, and the boy's general hotness, Blaine was starting to feel himself getting hard. Fuck. His train of thought was interrupted when he noticed the boy was moving. 

The boy straightened up, seeming to be searching for a place to dispose of his trash, and turned to look at Blaine. Blaine, of course, is at an utter loss for words as he sees the boy's face for the first time. Blaine hadn't thought the boy could be more beautiful, but he had been dead wrong. Even in his obvious confused, pained, sleepy, and less-than-sober state, the boy was stunning. Blaine didn't think anyone could look appealing when hung over, but he had been wrong. This boy was definitely appealing, and even kind of adorable, and had the most perfect face. His eyes, though bloodshot, we're a beautiful shade of blue-green with flecks of gold and were framed by pretty eyelashes and perfectly  groomed eyebrows. He had a cute nose (yes, a cute nose) and magnificent bone structure and pink lips that Blaine longed to explore and—Blaine realized they had been looking at each other for some time now, and thought he should probably speak. 

The trouble was that he couldn't. This boy left him speechless. At last, with a blush, he shyly managed to choke out a "hello." 

The beautiful boy said nothing, but smiled. He smiled a weak, tired, but beautiful smile and good lord. If someone is up there and is in some way responsible for this, thank you.