elliott.

Preemptive smooches Elliott was ALL to happy to return, taking his time with a distinct casualness of someone who had nowhere to be. No stresses, for the moment at least, just a gleeful content and a man he loved tight in his arms. 

How anyone could think their love was wrong, when it made him feel like THIS, Elliott had no idea. 

“Good to me.” Hopefully good all around, if Elliott got his way. 

His Mom was an absolute DOLL, so he felt fairly confident that, yes, Good was indeed going to be the word for all of this. 

“See, what I wanted to ask, and I’m hoping you’ll say YES,” He’s bridging the question carefully, trying not to force a yes, without at all implying he wanted anything but, swaying them from side to side as is creating CALMNESS in the rocking sensation. 

“My Mom – she wants to have a proper family dinner. Just the three of us, all fancy and proper, so she can meet you. I was gonna drive down Tuesday night, if you wanna?” 

He pulls back, waiting with baited breath for a yes or a no, hoping deeply not just that Blaine will come, but that it will all go smoothly. 

Blaine felt safe.  Content to linger right where he was, humming between kisses and sharing a moment of complete downtime with the perfect person to enjoy it against.  Watching Elliott turn careful right after that sort of warm-up?  How could he not be curiouser and curiouser?  Enough that he lifted his head from Elliott’s chest and tossed him a burrowed brow nudge to continue.

Okay, that was the sweetest dinner with Mom proposal ever and the laugh that left him was light as air.  Both arms shifted, up over Elliott’s shoulders where he held onto his wrists for steadiness before lifting up and pressing a kiss to the corner of Elliott’s lips.

“I’d love to meet her.  She sounds so sweet on the phone and I think it’s more than adorable the way you light up when you talk about her.”

Though a little bit of unsurety creeps in and he bites into his bottom lip pondering if he should say what’s on his mind.  Then knows Elliott wouldn’t want it any other way.  “You’re sure she’s going to like me, right?”  

He paused, looking for the right words.  “It’s been a while since the whole first meeting of a parent thing,” and just for a moment his voice goes quiet before picking back up, “I want to make sure I don’t mess it up.”