elliott.

“The NIGHTSTAND.” Elliott spoke it in a tone meant to reference – something eerily like the infamous ‘LIVING ROOM ROUTINE’ From Perks of being a wallflower; not that he EXPECTED Blaine to understand it of course, but it was something enough to cause him great entertainment. 

Elliott’s grin never left his face as they kissed, the hand not occupied with rubbing gentle circles on Blaine’s hip moving to his face, cupping his jaw with the same fondess he’d held upon walking into the bathroom moments before. 

Blaine just…did something to him. Elliott was fairly easy to entertain, someone to smile as babies and kittens and finding a pen, neat notes and good songs on the radio. But when it was Blaine, it went beyond finding joy in little things. It was finding joy simply in something – SOMEONE – existing, and that was…a lot to adjust to, in all the right ways. 

“No no no, wait -” He didn’t let Blaine take another step towards the bedroom, crowding him back against the bathroom wall a little – and resisting the urge to do something RISQUE like shoving his hand places he found pretty darn tempting. 

“I wish you didn’t gel your hair back before bed babe – it’s so POINTLESS. Besides, the curls are CUTE.”

Elliott’s hand on his hip shifted his center of gravity in one spinning, fell swoop that Blaine would be hard pressed to describe it as anything but delightful.  The sensation made his skin erupt in goosebumps hidden by the elastic waistband of his grey and blue plaid pajama bottoms and the white cotton undershirt he’d tugged over his head moments before Elliott called out his name.  Even the slightest touch from Elliott could elicit that reaction. 

Blaine rushed to gain control over his pounding pulse and the images that popped into his head.  A task easier said than done when a kiss like that one was tossed into the mix.  Way easier said than done, actually.

His suggestion to go search in the bedroom abruptly ended as Elliott cornered him against the wall.  Blaine let himself relax back against the coolness of the tile.  A welcome contrast across his shoulders and the back of his neck to how his skin was heating up.  “Okay..,” he whispered not moving an inch just yet.  

Lips parted to steal in a breath then pressed together with an embarrassed smile.  “I only put in a little bit.. Otherwise?  You’re going to wake up with me looking like..well.  It’s a tangled mess of hair, okay?  Nowhere close to cute,” he scrunched up his nose, “Not even a little bit.”