elliott. @elliott-starchild

“Yeah,” he laughed, sounding much more carefree than he had the last time they’d seen each other in person: he felt so much better and more relaxed, it had really helped to just get out of there for a while. It was like he’d told Kurt before – people just needed more space in the city.

As Blaine made his way over, Elliott shoved all his stuff to the side to make room, using one long leg to push the opposite chair out slightly to encourage him to sit down. “Honestly, the yoga was like a cult. Really fit, bendy guys everywhere. It was wonderful.” He gave another small giggle after saying that. “I got back last night – I was actually going to ask everyone over later to catch up, but since we’re here…” He trailed off with a shrug. “So how are you?”

Blaine took the seat that was offered with a grateful nod happy to see Elliott after all this time.  The strap of his satchel slid off his shoulder and he turned enough in the chair to hang it off the back.  Facing Elliott–a crease of curiosity appeared on his forehead. “It was–,” he muttered.   Ah! There was the enlightenment as to why!  Bendy guys.  Everywhere!  “I take it you had fun then? Or I hope you did?”  Elliott’s giggle certainly hinted that was the case.  “I’m sure everyone would love to come visit you.  Kurt’s been pouting about missing you ever since you left..”

“Me?  I’m fine.  Great, actually.  School’s been keeping me busy but it just got out for the summer.  Currently? Except for wedding planning,” which he was doing the bulk of but didn’t mind–Kurt was busy.  That’s all.  “I’m trying to figure out what exactly we’re going to do for the next couple months that doesn’t involve all things nuptials. Any suggestions,” he asked leaning on both elbows bent against the table so he could prop his chin up with the heels of his palms.