elliott.

When Blaine pulled back his arm Elliott let his own drop onto the table, black painted nails scratching at the tabletop for a moment as he withdrew his hand back to his coffee cup. “Blaine, you and Kurt are a great couple, I get that, but this is just…too fast. You can see that – it’s not givin up on your future. It’s…” E trailed off to find the right words for it. “It’s putting it on hold. Not forever, just for a while.”

“I know we haven’t been able to get married for long,” he gestured between the two of them to emphasise what he meant about same-sex marriage in the US there. “But the point is now we can, that’s not gunna change any time soon, so getting married can wait. It’s like you two movin in together. You rushed it, because it was overwhelming Kurt. Imagine how much more overwhelming marriage is gunna be Blaine.” Besides, Elliott firmly believed that marriage didn’t have to happen. Hell, one in three ended in divorce now-a-days, and it was just a slip of paper and chance to be over the top. It wasn’t proof of love, as far as Elliott was concerned the proof came in the everyday things. “Just, really think about it, yeah?”

“You don’t think I haven’t thought about this,” Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his chair tucking his feet crossed over one another underneath, “It’s all I’ve thought about, Elliott.  From the moment I met him I just knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.  I almost blew it.”  He choked on the delivery, mouth twisting into a half laugh of frustration. “I’m not going to do anything that is going to mess us up ever again.  Including rushing into something that we’re not ready for.  Because we are.“

He held his breath when he noticed how determined he sounded.  No.  Determined wasn’t the proper word.  Desperate.  Desperate for Elliott to understand him but even more desperate to get out of this conversation because it was starting to get to his head.  With a drawn out sigh–he deflated and bent one elbow against the opposite arm folded over his stomach so he could lift his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.  Eyes squeezed shut and he took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Elliott.  You’re only trying to get your point across.  You’re a really good friend and I know you’re just trying to look out for us.”  His hand dropped down to squeeze the inside bend of his elbow–gaze catching Elliott’s once again.  “Can I ask you something?  Has Kurt said anything to you about the wedding?  Anything?  I’m–just.  Has he?”  It was hard to get a question out that you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to.  But?  No taking it back now.