Theodore sat down on the bed and watched as Blaine got dressed. He did his best not to show worry on his face, as Blaine was clearly just… happy. And he wanted to feel happy, too. But deep down there was just worry; that Blaine thought of him as nothing more than a friend, someone to fuck over and leave. He just waited for Blaine, sitting in silence.
Blaine finished dressing and turned to Theo, spreading his arms wide. "How do I look?" he asked brightly, before he caught sight of the look on his face. "Hey... What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer and frowning at him in concern. "What is it, baby?"













