Tag: (i couldn’t help myself!)

elliott.

“Blaine,” Elliott’s voice sounded oddly small as he watched his friend struggle to find the words he needed – he felt small too, throat closed up and expression sad. He just wanted to help, but he had to make Blaine see the truth, he couldn’t let this carry on and ruin two of his best friends like this. It just wasn’t fair on them both.

He rose to his feet, for once wearing flats which put him at a smaller height then usual – not that 6′2 was particularly small however. “Come here,” He held a arm out for a hug instead, edging around the table to wrap it around Blaine’s shoulders. Hugs fixed a lot of trauma; or at least they made Elliott feel better when he got bad news, so he hoped Blaine felt the same way about them.

Closing himself off by wrapping his arms protectively around his chest–Blaine carefully watched Elliott. Wary hazel eyes followed the taller man’s every moment like one wrong move would send him out the door away from carrying on this talk any further.  He needed out of it before the weight of his situation–that was already so heavy it slouched his shoulders and made him seem even smaller than Elliott’s full height–crushed him completely.  What he didn’t expect–and why didn’t he because Elliott was the Zen Master of Hugs–was an arm wrapping around his shoulders.  He froze for a second trying to swallow past the rock that formed from feeling someone this close to him making the subject he was planning on pretending he forgot the second he walked outside even more real.

When did he stop being someone that immediately hugged back–always?  Not wanting to think about that–or think period–he gave up trying to make his throat feel less like it was cracking because it wouldn’t stop and both of his arms wrapped around Elliott’s middle.  Stepping into the hug–that hold tightened in time with Blaine’s forehead thunking heavily against Elliott’s chest.  Breathing in the space between them–he shook his head not knowing what to say and hoped Elliott would fill the silence with some sage-like wisdom, a solution, a reluctant realization that he was wrong that would make this go away and take away the knowing that he wasn’t.  Blaine would even take a dumb Dad joke if it made a sound and broke up the only noise there was–his sharp inhales through his nose as he tried to keep himself from crumbling.