Fandom: !Fanfiction, Glee
Personaggi: Blaine, Leonard
Genere: Romantico, Commedia
Avvisi: Slash, Underage, Fluff, Future!Fic
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Written for the final day of the the Carnevale delle Lande (I had to write a story of exactly 666 words, containing: aphrodisiacs, spotlights and the sentence: "If you walk out that door now, don't bother coming back!”) and also for the Blood Devils Team @ Cow T (Mission 2: Lube, Safe)
Note: Blaine and Leo pre-college, which means Leo is still very young! He is around 16 here.

Riassunto: Leo goes to New York to visit Blaine after the longest tour ever. Except that the tour's not over, and he's gonna find that out now.

Leo watches the whole play and he is stupidly proud of his man, bowing for the crowd under the spotlights. As Blaine waves at the people and introduces the other actors at the end of the show, Leo turns around and would like to tell everybody that that man over there is his boyfriend.
He waits in line with all the fans to meet Blaine in his green room and he should feel a little guilty knowing that the moment he will knock at the door, the meet and greet will be over, but he's been waiting for this night for three weeks now, so he can't really feel sorry for anyone. Everything is forgotten, though, as soon as Blaine opens the door and smiles at him, dismissing everyone else.
“You remembered!” Leo says, looking inside the room. There is a table for two with its own fine tablecloth and a cart with food from the very best restaurant in New York.
“No chance I could forget,” Blaine chuckles. “Only yesterday, you sent me three messages about this, not mentioning the twenty before those.”
Leo blushes. “I just wanted to make sure-”
“We were going to celebrate our first year, I know.” Blaine's smile becomes sweeter as he takes Leo by the hand and brings him to the table, uncovering the plates one after the other. “We've got aniseed chicken, avocado salad, oysters of course, banana split and my favorite: almond cookies.”
Leo looks puzzled, staring at the food's display. "I know you're trying to tell me something but I don't get it."
“They're all aphrodisiacs,” Blaine explains. “Not that we need them, but they seemed appropriate.”
“I see,” Leo says. Then he smirks, picking up a jar hidden between the trays of food. “Lube?” He asks.
Blaine never blushes, nor feels ashamed for anything. “That's chocolate flavored. It's good for sex too.”
Leo chuckles, putting the jar back down. “I bet it is.”
“Look,” Blaine smiles fondly and nods to the ice bucket. “I even chilled a fine bottle of coke.”
Leo laughed. “What?”
“Even though you can't drink yet, I don't see why we can't be a little fancy with the beverages,” Blaine smirks and then uncaps the bottle, pouring coke into two flutes. “A toast?”
Leo takes his flute, his cheeks flushed. “To what?”
“To you being here with me, tonight.”
Leo lifts his glass. “To us being together after this horribly long tour,” he says. “I'm so glad it's over!”
Blaine takes a long sip. “About that, kid...”
“What?” Leo sounds disappointed already, and that makes everything worse.
Blaine sighs. “Since the last five shows were sold out, we set up another extra week around the country. We're leaving tonight.”
“This mean you won't have any free time before the next show starts,” Leo states angrily as he puts down his glass. “Fuck, I knew it couldn't be true.”
“It's not my fault, kid. It's job.”
Leo is already putting his jacket back on. “It's always job! Or your fucking life!” He screams. “I come after everything else. Truth is you don't give a shit about me unless you can fuck me!”
“Don't use that tone with me, kid.”
“Or what?” Leo keeps shouting, opening the door. “Will you ground me? As far as you'd like to be, you don't get to be my father when you don't sleep with me.”
He heads toward the hall where probably everyone has stopped and listen, and Blaine is so furious, he just doesn't think about what's coming out of his mouth. “If you walk out that door now, don't bother coming back!”
When he leaves, Leo slams the door closed on purpose.
Half an hour later, he storms back in. Blaine doesn't have the time to say a word as the kid hugs him tightly and refuses to let him go. “I'm sorry,” he says. “You didn't mean it, did you?”
“What?” Blaine asks, passing his fingers through Leo's hair.
“That I can't come back.”
Blaine smiles. “The door was open, am I right?”
Leo nods, but clings to him all the way to the airport.
And Blaine lets him, because that's what he always does.

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