elliott.

“Why’ve you gotta DEPRIVE ME of a view this good? I’m not DONE staring at your ass.” Elliott turned none the less – if Blaine asked him to he’d do just about anything, following and obeying on fairly blind faith without TOO MUCH complaint or grumbling. 

Blaine had earned his place in Elliott’s heart, and as one of the few people he inexplicable trusted – trusted FAR MORE than just simply turning around, but even so. 

With his back to Blaine, Elliott waited PATIENTLY for him to be ready, only the bouncing of his foot showing his excitement. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll show you a picture of me BEFORE I started dying my hair. There aren’t many floating around.” Elliott wasn’t even sure if Blaine NEW his natural hair colour – his dye job was pretty damn good, even if he DID say so himself. 

Elliott turned just in time to miss the cheeky grin and roll of eyes he earned fair and square from his boyfriend for his protest.  “I promise I’ll let you look again soon.”  Lighthearted and jovial as that was, Blaine felt his insides want to curl up and peek out from underneath a rock to see his reaction. 

Ahh!  The true test of a relationship!  Will they stick around after the mop of below the eyebrow length curls are revealed?!  Okay, so it wasn’t that huge of a deal but making fun of his own hesitation (even if it was in his head) was enough to calm his nerves.

The towel was placed on his hook by the shower leaving his damp hair for his fingers to run through.  They combed over his scalp once before resting against Elliott’s shoulder in a feather light touch to get his attention.

“Might hold you to showing me that picture.  We’ll see if I’m gonna need ammo.”  A kiss pressed to Elliott’s shoulder blade later, Blaine stepped back and swung his hand up to rub his neck.  “Okay.  Turn around…  Ready as I’ll ever be.”