elliott.
Oh god, Blaine was so god damn adorable. Elliott just – he couldn’t care less that this was a bad idea and how angry he knew Kurt would be, or the judging glares he knew he’d get from the girls: even the lectures he knew were coming from Dani didn’t matter.
Elliott didn’t wait to see if Blaine wanted to say anything else, just smiling right back with a look like he’d just seen the sun after a thunderstorm.
Elliott moved forwards gently, tilting his head to one side and looking at Blaine from under his eyelashes, their lips not quite touching yet by millimetres at most. Checking Blaine wanted this, wanted ELLIOTT, that he wouldn’t back out or was just saying it was okay. Every little insecurity Elliott felt, all pushing through because this wasn’t a random guy at a bar anymore.
This was BLAINE.
A silent prayer breathed through parted lips that the tip of his tongue peeked out to wetten.
–Just; kiss me.
Hazel eyes were drawn to Elliott’s lips. His stare lingered there as he felt the temperature in his face and neck blaze to an inferno. Was he blushing? No idea. Not that he cared to pay it much mind if he was. Not right now. Without realizing–his hand relaxed completely in the taller man’s grip.
Letting go of the what if’s–Blaine let himself free fall into the velvet skin of Elliott’s lips against his unsure if he was the one who stole the last breath shared between them or Elliott was.
It didn’t matter. Not when that line was crossed, drawn with a small pull back so Blaine could flick a dazed glance at the place on Elliott’s mouth that he just made glisten, then crossed again when he captured it and this time left no room to doubt that this was what he wanted.
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