Disclaimer: If I owned Glee... let's just say a few things would be different.
Summary: Blaine can't sleep.
Author's Note: Another drabble. Basically written purely to incorporate a ridiculous phrase that popped into my head two days ago.
One Bed, One Bath
Blaine can’t sleep. He keeps glancing at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, one of the few possessions not yet tucked into a box, or a suitcase. Can’t help but count down the hours as the numbers tick over.
Seven hours until they leave. Six.
Definitely less than twenty hours until he’s there. Even if they hit traffic.
Part of him still can’t believe it’s happening. After the last year of waiting, the months of debate with his parents, they’re actually doing this.
By tomorrow, it will be real.
A New York apartment. One bed. One bath. En-suite boyfriend.
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