A Seperate Room in Breadstix

Reed's face reddened as Shane's lips touched his cheek. He put a hand up to the place where his lips had just left and smiled up at the boy as he led him away. He knew Shane was only trying to piss off the waitress, but he couldn't help not to mind. Reed still didn't have everything figured out, but with Shane by his side, everything seemed to be getting easier.

"Did she see that?" he asked raising an eyebrow as he smirked up at Shane.

[AHH. I thought you hadn't posted - somehow I missed the e-mail notification. XP So sorry it took me forever.
Oh. And now Shane and Reed are as good as canon. -jumps up and down- If Micah doesn't mess things up. -insert the tumblr face usually reserved for Logan- MICAH]

"I hope so..." Shane paused inside the door and wrapped a hand around Reed's waist. "If not, we'll just have to..." He turned so he was facing Reed and kissed the boy full-on on the lips. This time, there was no element of surprise, and it felt even better than it had the time before - if that was possible.

Reed's eyes widened momentarally as he kissed his boyfriend. He was still getting used to being with someone; let alone being kissed by someone in such a way. His eyes slid shut as he reached his arms up around Shane's shoulders, running a hand through his mob of curly hair. He could deffinately get used to this

Blaine's wise words echoed in the back of his mind

'When the time is right, you'll know'

His eyes flew open at the sudden realization as he pulled away from the kiss.
It all made so much sense now. He knew. This was right. This was how things were supposed to be. Here in Shane's arms. This was it. Reed smiled brightly up at Shane, who was looking confused at his sudden epiphany. Reed laughed and then out of excitement kissed Shane yet again, nearly sending him toppling over for the second time that night. Reed sighed contentedly into the kiss letting himself melt into the taller boy's arms. He could stay here forever, he thought, even if there was that waitress watching them with wide eyes from the restaurant door. People in the street were gaping, judging him.

-and for once in Reed's life, he didn't care one bit.

[Am I the only one who thinks it's funny that Shane is tall and Blaine is a hobbit?]
Shane felt Reed in his arms, and he kissed the boy with full force. It felt so nice to be here with Reed - well, maybe not here in Breadstix with everyone watching - but kissing Reed. It had been what he'd wanted ever since he'd seen Reed at Winter Fest, and he'd fallen in love with Reed. At least, he'd fallen in love with the strawberry blonde boy with the cute face and shy personality. And now that Shane had gotten to know Reed, he was falling in love with the boy inside the shyness and the face.
His sense of humor...his obsession with fashion and clothing...Even the way he looked at Shane made Shane love him.
But Shane couldn't say this. He could say the three words, not yet, it was too soon. They had to mean something. They had to be placed carefully, and they couldn't be said in the front of Breadstix. That wasn't what they were meant for.
Besides, Reed, for all intents and purposes, was still uncertain about his...orientation. Shane wanted to be careful so he didn't confuse Reed all that much more.
So for now, he gave himself into his senses.
As Reed pulled away, seeming to have some wild epiphany, and then kissed him again, more forcefully, Shane had to fight to keep his balance. Although he would have loved to see the looks on everyone's faces had he fallen over in a fit of passion.
"C'mon," he said, finally pulling away and wrapping his arm around Reed's shoulders. "I don't want to get kicked out of here PDAs."

Reed's face flushed from a mixture of embaressment and lack of oxygen. Sometimes his emotions seemed to have a mind of their own, especially when his hormones were at unusually high levels. "Sorry about that" Reed laughed nervously, gazing sheepishly up at Shane. "I just act without thinking sometimes." this was of course, obvious, anyone that had been around Reed for more than a few days could figure that out. He couldn't even walk down a hallway full of people without bumping into and falling onto atleast three people. He didn't care what they thought, but he did care what Shane thought. He was never very good at this sort of thing; not that he'd ever been in a situation like this before.

Shane squeezed Reed's shoulder with his arm as they strode toward Reed's car. He frowned and turned to Reed upon hearing Reed's tone and apology. He stopped and angled Reed so that they were facing each other, their breath mixing in clouds between them.
"Never apologize to me for who you are," Shane said firmly, his eyes boring into Reed's. "Never apologize to anyone for who you are." He leaned close enough that their foreheads were touching. "Who you are is perfect. So what if you think without acting, I happen to do that exact thing. I think it's a huge turn-on, personally." He smiled and pecked Reed on the lips before starting off again toward the car.

Reed's whole body tingled with warmth at Shane's words; Shane's touch. He smiled and gazed at the boy. His eyes were filled with compassion and understanding. No one had ever cared for Reed so entirely. It made him slightly dizzy at the thought. He wondered if Shane really meant what he said. He watched as Shane made his way to the other side of the car , and he slid himself into the passenger's seat, wrapping his arms around himself

"No one's ever said something like that to me before." he wasn't sure how he could possibly express to Shane what those words meant for him.

He settled for a quiet, "Thank you" as gave Shane a small meaningful smile as the tears threatened to fall from his eyes. He tried to portray all the emotions he was feeling right now, but he feared he failed miserably. He didn't even know what he was feeling right now, this feeling, it was odd, but he liked it. Shane deserved someone who knew exactly what they wanted, that could promise him everything. Reed could make no promises. Here Shane was telling him he was perfect as he was, when Reed didn't even know who he was.

Shane watched as Reed hugged himself one minute, and the next minute was crying. He wasn't sure what to make of this, but didn't waste any time being puzzled by it. He leaned toward Reed and wiped away the tears from his face. He allowed his hand to linger there, considering what his options were. He could ignore it and possibly save Reed embarrassment. Or he could address is, like a good boyfriend.
"What's wrong?" he asked, taking the good boyfriend route. "You can tell me. Did I do something? I'm sorry if I did." He looked at Reed with concern, fearing that Reed wouldn't tell him what was wrong.
At the same time, he was thinking about what a terrible ending to a first date this was. He had made his boyfriend cry. It must be some sort of a record.

"That's just it!" Reed sobbed, "You didn't do anything! It's me!" he was probably making no sense to Shane. He wasn't even making sense to himself. He tried to gather his thoughts and failed miserably as he flailed his arms sending himself on a sobbing chaotic tangent, "You're so good to me! You're patient and you care about me. You look at me with those eyes and make me forget everything-and I still don't know what's wrong with me! These emotions. They're new and exciting. I'm so scared. One moment I feel everything is right and then I'm floundering all over again...and I...I..I don't want to mess this up." he gulped in an attempt to swallow his tears as he took a few deep breaths. "How can you know me so well when I barely know myself?" He asked half to himself and half to Shane. He looked up at the younger boy with wide eyes.

Shane heard all of this and it slowly dawned on him what the real problem was here. He knew what to do. At least, he thought he did. He took a deep breath, prepared himself, and then said, "I have a story to tell you."
He paused, let that sink in, and then said, "When I was eleven years old I was watching Spongebob with Blaine in our living room. And I said something like Spongebob and Patrick were really good friends and some stupid comment about how maybe they were in love. I was sort of laughing about it, but Blaine got all serious and was like, 'Maybe they're gay.' But then I got upset at him because that word was sort of...taboo in our house. You said gay and you didn't get any dinner that night. And then a week later I saw Blaine in his room taping up this poster of Jesse McCartney. So I said I hated Jesse McCartney and Blaine got all upset. So then I teased him and was like, 'Do you have a crush on him?' and I was totally kidding of course but he just slammed the door in my face. So then I got to thinking about Jesse McCartney and Blaine and life in general, only I was eleven so it wasn't really deep philosophical thinking. And it wasn't too long before I developed a major crush on - oh my gosh you're going to laugh. Don't laugh. But I really had a serious thing for Jesse from Full House. And I remembered Blaine and Jesse McCartney and Spongebob and Patrick and I thought maybe liking boys wasn't so bad if Blaine and Spongebob could be gay. Of course it was awhile before I actually decided I was gay and then a really really long time before I came out about it to Blaine, and a really really really really realllly long time before I came out to my dad, but that's another story for another day. So anyway. Moral of the story. Uh..." He suddenly lost faith in the full-proofness of this story to make Reed feel better. He wondered why he'd thought it would even work in the first place. "Yeah. Anyway." He looked at his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs.

Reed couldn't help but laugh through his tears, "You had a crush on Jesse!?" he giggled at the thought of Shane swooning at the popular sitcom and then turned serious.
"Its not that it matters what I am, but I just want to make the right decision. I know I like you." he blushed as he added, "I really like you. That should be all that matters, right? Labels aren't important." He smiled as he sniffled a bit. He knew Shane would be there to help him figure things out. He blushed at his previous outburst.

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"Hey, Jesse is hot," Shane said indignantly. "And you're right. Labels are terrible. No one needs labels. If there were no labels in the world I think there would be a lot less crap everywhere. Although...it is nice to know who you are, exactly. No one likes not knowing themselves, it makes total sense." He smiled at Reed, hoping that that would do.

"Thank you" Reed quietly said staring intently at Shane with a grateful smile. He didn't really know what else to say. He loved how Shane never judged him. He was always so completely understanding of his situation, no matter how ridiculous it really was. "For everything. I'm really happy Shane, I mean really REALLY happy." He blushed. It was true. Reed was happy with Shane. That was what mattered. He didn't know where their relationship would go, but it was off to a good start.

Shane heard this and grinned ear to ear. "Me, too," he said, and he meant it. He was happier with Reed than he'd ever been with Micah or any of his other boyfriends, and certainly his girlfriends. It wasn't as awkward being with Reed as it was with the girls, and some of the boys. And Reed wasn't going to run away, not like a certain someone... Shane smiled at his bitter thoughts, because he was used to being angry with Micah, but now he couldn't care less. Reed was perfect for him; he knew it.

Reed smiled, a smile that reached straight to his eyes. He wondered how long the two of them had been gone. He looked down at the clock and gasped. 9:30

"The curfew! We have to back by 10 to the dorms!"

At Dalton they were only allowed to stay out until 10 on weeknights, and he did not want to get in trouble with the Dean if they were late. He knew Shane couldn't possibly know of the curfew, being new, but he couldn't help but mentally slap himself in the face for not keeping track of the time.
They would really have to book it.

(how can Shane be driving? Wouldn't Reed be driving? He is the older one after all..)

(You're the one who sat yourself in the passenger seat, not me. Let's switch. There. Now you're in the driver's seat. Because Shane only has his permit. For some reason I feel like he got his keys before he left, but that could just be my imagination. Let's pretend he didn't. And let's pretend Reed is a really really careful driver, okay? I just feel like he would be, because if you multiply his normal accidents when he's just on his feet by 100 for the weight of the car...-shudder- How the heck did this kid get his license?)
"Floor it," Shane commanded, strapping himself in. "And put on your seatbelt! Don't want you dying on me." He laughed before realizing it wasn't funny and immediately stopping. "How long does it usually take to get back? If you go as slow as you did to get here? Because if you double it you'd probably still be under the speed limit."

Reed rolled his eyes and gave Shane a playful push before he started for the highway.
"Hey! I can't help it if I'm cautious! Would you rather I be as clumsy as usual and get us BOTH killed? Besides, it takes about 30 minutes give or take, so we're pretty much dead anyway." He prayed they would make it in time.

[What do we do now? 'cause we're en route to Dalton, on the highway, but Blaine and Kurt are already on the Highway thread. So we could just...uh...yeah, I dunno.]

[You could create an "Another Highway" thread. ]

[Why do these things never occur to me? Thank youuuuuu, Kurt!]

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Continued from here!

Samtana pulled up to the Breadstix parking lot in Sam's car after their afternoon of having fun under the bleachers and going to see The Biebs new movie and once Sam parked his car Santana hopped out and closed the door behind her. She turned and smiled at him as she walked across the parking lot with him to the entrance of the restaurant. She was definitely pretty hungry and she could feel the small ache in her stomach but she just had to keep telling herself that she wasn't really hungry. She was just thinking that and it was all in her head. All she needed was a glass of water and a small salad and she would be good. "Thanks for doing all this with me Sam." She said, glancing over at him and giving him a small smile. "I really like spending time with you."

Sam parked his BMW right near the Breadstix entrance, attempting to act as somewhat of a gentlemen he opened the restaurant door for her. Once they had stepped inside, he was instantly hit with the lingering aroma of freshly baked bread and hardy bowls of pasta. He felt as his stomachs dull roar grow louder as he was overwhelmed with the temptations of food. Yet in truth, he'd probably just settle for some salad and a simple glass of ice water. "Table for two," he insured the Maitre D.

"Right this way, please," she ushered them over to a descent seat at the far corner of the restaurant. Sam nodded his head thanking her softly. He felt fortunate that she hadn't assured them a spot that was out in open just in case someone they knew happened to have spotted them. Then they'd nail the two with questions and assume that Sam had been sneaking off on Quinn...which was kind of the truth. But then again, it was no ones damn business and all he wanted to do was enjoy dinner in peace.

As he scooted into the booth, he overheard Santana thank him and insist that she really enjoyed spending time with him. Sam felt as his cheeks reddened and that dopey grin reappeared on his face. "Thanks," he shot back, "I really enjoy spending time with you too, Santana. I've had a lot of fun today and well- lets just say I'm happy that we ran in to each other on the foot ball field. And that I had the courage to talk to you." Sam stiffled a soft laugh. "And that you weren't totally turned off at my dorkiness."