DON'T STOP CALLING, YOU'RE THE REASON I LOVE LOSING SLEEP

When the phone rings, Leo just turns around and hides his face under the pillow, as he usually does whenever something disturbs him in his sleep. He doesn't even wake up, whatever part of his brain that is aware of the noise just makes sure he can't be annoyed by it anymore. Or at least it tries.

The phone keeps ringing, though. So he is forced to reach out and fumble about to find the phone, which is lost in the chaos of his sheets, together with all the stuff he leaves on the bed even when he goes to sleep.
Once he has fetched it, he brings it back with him under the comfortable warmth of his pillow.

“Hello?” He murmurs, not even completely aware of answering.

Someone on the other end just chuckles. “Look like someone is sleeping.”

Leo knows that voice. It actually reverberates at some deep level of his consciousness so that he can recognize it even when he is not completely awake. And tonight, it comes straight out of his dreams too, because he was just dreaming about its owner – this is something he often does. That's why it takes him some time to actually understand this is not a dream at all. “Blaine, is that you?”

Blaine chuckles again. “I don't know. If you happen to have another boyfriend, than no. Maybe I'm not.”

Leo moans something and crawls out of his nest to sit up and confusedly look around the room, which is still completely dark. From the moon light coming from outside, it can't be more than two or three o'clock in the morning, but he can't say it for sure, because his alarm clock is lost somewhere around. “Hi,” he just says, very meaningfully. “Why am I awake?”

“Because I missed you and you love me so much to answer whenever I call you.”

“Unfortunately, that's true,” Leo sighs but then chuckles as he strongly rubs one eye with the heel of his hand. Blaine can hear him breathe through the phone and smiles with affection. “Do you even know what time is it?”

“As a matter of fact, I don't,” Blaine says, shamelessly proud of it. “I've never been good with time zones.”

Leo stretches out on the bed to reach a pile of papers and leaflets on his desk, half of which falls on the ground while he retrieves one. “Where are you?” He asks, as he looks at the piece of paper. It's got a map of the world on it with time zones, all marked in different colors.

“London,” Blaine says. He's actually playing with an horrible portrait of the Queen he found on his nightstand when he entered the hotel room this morning. He quickly put it down so he didn't have to see her face. Now he's struggling with the oh so pleasant idea of drawing mustache and beard on it. “I've been here for a couple of days, now. I had an interview and a panel, already.”

Leo's voice saddens almost instantly. “I thought you were supposed to be here this week end.”

“Don't worry, kid.” Blaine smiles to himself, because he knows what's crossing his boy's mind right now. Leo is already picturing himself alone for their one year-ish anniversary and his imagination can be so vivid sometimes that Blaine doesn't doubt for a minute that the vision in his head is the most dreadful ever. He bets there's rain in it too. But leaving him alone on a day like that is out of the question. He would never give up the chance to celebrate their first encounter. If there's a way to be as unethical as he was the first time, he is up for it. “I'm hopping on a plane after the last show and pick you up with my shiny black car, as the prince charming that I am.”

“I would not call you that,” Leo chuckles as he curls in a ball, now completely awake. “So what's with the phone call tonight?”

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” Blaine admits and he doesn't feel ashamed. He rarely does. “Why don't you tell me your day?”

He can feel Leo melting on the other end of the line. “Do you really want to hear that? It's not very exciting.”

“Just tell me.”
“Okay, then. I went to school, got bored to death, had lunch with Annie, who says hi to you by the way, and went to see Adam's match.”

Blaine laughs, happily. Leo could tell him everything he wants, he just loves the sound of his voice. “So, tell Annie I say hi too and I hope to see her again soon. I didn't know you like football.”

“Football is okay,” Leo says, which Blaine has learned it is Leo's way to say that something is good but not exciting enough for him to go crazy over it. Otherwise it would be cool, or freaking awesome. Sometimes he just has to translate what the boy says to fully understand him. It's kinda of becoming a real job.

“So you go because you like Adam,” he teases.

“I go because he is my best friend,” Leo states.

“Yeah, keep calling him so,” he laughs. “Now, are you sleepy?”

Leo would like to reply to that, because Adam really is only his best friend and nothing more – actually, Adam is also straight, so there is no way the two of them can be together if they wanted to, which they don't – but the tone in Blaine's voice just distracts him completely and he soon forgets about the whole Adam thing. “No, I am not.”

“But you should be probably sleeping. Do you have school tomorrow?”

“You like to ask me that, don't you?” Leo's smirk can be physically heard through the phone.

“Can't deny that. But I do worry about your well being,” Blaine says. “Should I call you back tomorrow, whatever will be the time here?”

Leo chuckles and automatically lies back down on the bed, as if unconsciously knowing what's coming next. “No,” he whispers. Even his voice lowers with him. “Would you stay with me until I fell asleep, again?”

“Do you want me to sing a lullaby for you?”

“And then again, no,” Leo laughs again and his laugh is so heart-warming, Blaine is really considering taking that plane right away. He can take his phone with him. “I want you to cuddle me, though.”

“I'm too far away for that, kiddo,” he plays along.

Leo slowly unties the pants he wears to sleep and slips his free hand in it. “I bet you're not.”
Blaine smiles, fondly. No, he never is.