elliott.

Elliott sat patiently as Blaine talked, both off his own hands now resting in his lap under the table, long legs drawn back under his chair. He understood Blaine, he really, did, but understanding wasn’t the same as agreeing with him. Case in point, right now. At the question, Elliott opened his mouth to respond before snapping it shut again like a fish, not sure how to answer it. He looked away from Blaine, eyes darting around for a few moments as he tried to think of how to respond without hurting the others feelings.

Eventually his gaze dropped to the table for a moment before flicking back up to Blaine’s face. “I’m  sorry.” That was all he really needed to say to make Blaine realise what he meant – Kurt had hardly mentioned the wedding at all. “Only to tell me you two were getting married and to ask if I would be back in time.” That had been it, two sentenced in a hour long skype call. 

Blaine felt his heart fall when Elliott suddenly couldn’t look him in the eye and answer his question.  He knew what Elliott was doing in his stuttering look around them at anything and everything other than keeping eye contact with him meant.  Elliott was trying to figure out how to tell him what he feared might be the answer.  Still?  He kept a curious squint but tight jaw of confidence he would hear the opposite up as a means of–well–lying, to himself and to Elliott, without putting actual words to it.  A quizzical stare said ‘of course he did’ when the tightening in his throat he swallowed past told the truth.  –He didn’t. Did he?–

“Oh..”  And there it was.  Nothing.  Now–it was Blaine’s turn to not be able to keep looking into Elliott’s eyes.  His hands–specifically his bare left ring finger that was itching worse with each passing day for it the band he had waiting to be placed on it by his husband was easier to look at than face someone who was his friend and only told him what he already knew.  “It’s okay. No reason for you to be sorry.”  Then–he bounced back from that slacking posture and sat straight.  A sharp inhale through his nose and he was back to bright eyed, curious Blaine in no time flat–faking that he erased all that confirmation and fear and hurt with a press of his lips into a dismissive pout and click of his tongue against his teeth.  “You know.  It’s Kurt.  He’s probably just worried he’ll talk too much about it and somehow jinx it.  I’m sure once things slow down for him–you’ll miss not hearing about it nonstop.”