i’m curious to hear about all of them tbh but 🍡 !
dango blamcedes <3
Blaine's putting down contact paper in the kitchen drawers. It's not necessary, Mercedes had planned to get the liners that came in a big roll and you just cut off what you needed, but Blaine had insisted and she thinks he needs to do fiddly perfect pretty things in order to feel like he's pulling his weight, so all she does is choose the floral pattern instead of the grey houndstooth and away he goes.
"It's totally great," Sam says, coming into the living room taking a break from being an extra pair of hands. "Stace and Stevie and me did all the drawers in the house before we had to move out and when I went back there to visit that paper was still in those drawers. And it looked good. It's gonna outlast everything. Nuclear bomb maybe." He slings himself over the back of the sofa to kiss her, and Mercedes smooches back with her gaze still half on the tv, but she pets his face. Sam smiles, she can't miss the feel of it against her cheek as he's easing away, and when Mercedes looks at him she catches a glimpse of it before Sam bounds back into the kitchen, Blaine calling for help.
She mutes the commercials -- can't stand how loud they are -- and listens to them moving around, Blaine giving genteel but firm instructions, Sam mumbling back in words she can't make out, soft and mushed in places. Blaine laughs, all of a sudden, scissors clattering onto the counter, and Sam appears in the doorway leading back to the living room again, and Mercedes happens to be looking right at him as he turns from smiling at Blaine --
--that exact same smile, so exact that Mercedes can almost feel it against her cheek again. She can't help it. She smiles too, knowing Blaine's doing the same, unseen in the kitchen, Sam a circuit between them, contact.
