elliott.

Elliott sniffed and gave a slight little nod. He knew he looked like a mess, eyeliner no doubt running down his face and the start of a snotty nose making itself present. That made actually looking at Blaine much harder, knowing he was so close and could see how much like a wreck Elliott looked with the streaks of black cutting away his foundation and staining skin. 

Elliott adjusted how he was sat slightly, arms loosening around Blaine as he became extremely aware that he was still in lacy underwear and a shirt, with one of his best friends far too close inside his legs to really be appropriate. Well shit. If it was Kurt or Dani (hell, Dani had been around him like this before and that hadn’t been very awkward.) he wouldn’t mind so much, but for some reason the fact that it was Blaine was something Elliott was extremely conscious about. He wasn’t sure why, and he quickly settled that it must be because Blaine was attractive and had such a nice body. That was it, surely. “I…alright. Thank you Blaine.” The thank you was barely audible, but it was there as Elliott slowly retracted his hands to hold on to the counter instead.

Once Elliott loosened the hold on him–Blaine leaned back in his arms enough that he could meet his eyes and catch his attention.  There was no way they were leaving this conversation with Elliott doubting himself in any way, shape, or form.  The man was too beautiful and too kind for that ache.  He nodded back.  A checks and balances sort of thing.  Just to make sure Elliott meant the gesture rather than dished him out some wordless agreement because he didn’t truly believe what he was saying.

You’d think that Blaine completely forgot–he did–that he was between Elliott’s legs for the hug and that Elliott was sitting there in a shirt and panties by the way he seemed confused when Elliott pulled back and held onto the counter.  An effective way to make sure that Blaine stepped back and gave them a more respectable distance without realizing it was necessary.  Elliott was upset.  Blaine wanted to fix it.  That was all that mattered and where his attention was sunk. “You’re welcome, Elliott.”  Elliott’s voice tugged at his heartstrings at the weakness inside it. Water burst from the faucet with a flick of Blaine’s wrist so he could wet a papertowel that a lean to the side let him reach.  Once he was sure it wasn’t ice cold–Blaine leaned back and reached his free hand up to curl around Elliott’s chin to pull him in.  “C’mere and I’m not taking no for an answer.  I can come up there.”