elliott.

“Please don’t go.” It slipped out before he even thought about it, gripping Blaine’s hand in both of his own and just clinging to him as if his life depended on their hands staying connected, keeping the contact.

Well that just looked needy. Elliott dropped his hand again, looking around the room and taking a step back as he panicked, racking a hand through his hair. Oh god oh god oh god, what should be do? He should tell Blaine, it was only fair, but he didn’t want to pressure him or anything and…

Fuck it.

Elliott rushed forwards, cupping Blaine’s face with both of his hands and holding it there. Now or never, huh? He pressed forwards, crushing his lips against Blaine’s for a few seconds before letting go and taking a step back. Wild hair, a panicked expression and half dressed, Elliott knew he looked like a mess but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’m sorry for that.”

Maybe getting out and going for a walk would make this better?  Or he could come back to Elliott kicking him out because leaving him alone only made things worse.  What then?  

His bewildered stare went to their hands.  He held his breath waiting to be told that this situation wasn’t going to work and felt his heart sink. A weight suddenly turned upside down when Elliott was suddenly there, holding his face and crashing their mouths together.  He felt himself swoon into the kiss–an effect that lasted after Elliott was pulled away and made Blaine sway forward before catching himself and opened his eyes staring blankly ahead before meeting Elliott’s.

Elliott wanted him?  And he swallowed thick, heart pounding.

“–No.  Don’t apologize again.  Especially not for that,” he whispered tasting Elliott’s kiss when he licked his lips.  –Don’t be sorry.  Please don’t be sorry.  Be anything but sorry.  Can’t deal with sorry right now.–  “Or you could do it again and not be sorry this time?”