elliott.

“Oh, I definitely did. Pretty guys have always been my weakness.” He laughed properly, keeping that warm smile when he was finished afterwards. “I’ve missed him too, and you of course – even Rachel a little, and she called me almost every night.” He’d skyped and called them all regularly, but it just wasn’t the same as being here with them in person.

“Sing? Singing solves everything in life.” Elliott suggested rather jokingly, before backtracking with a surprised look on his face. He had encouraged them to stay together, but he wasn’t sure marriage was the way forwards, it just seemed a little fast for them, especially when they were so young. 

“I think she mentioned going through,” his chin lifted so he could make air quotes with a few twitches of his fingers, “Elliott Withdrawals so often that it should be a term in a medical dictionary by now.”  Both wrists were pressed against the table and he shrugged, fingers fanning out over the surface.  “I’m serious.  There was even a phase where she sighed and pouted every time your name came up.”  Laughing as his head shook–Blaine sat back and stretched his legs out underneath the table.  Rachel ‘just missed her Elliot, okay!’ and he’d be hard pressed to say the rest of them didn’t. Because they all did.

Elliott brought a zen with him that they all lacked on various levels.  Seeing him again felt good. Like that peaceful calm that he brought returned to their otherwise crazy–at most times–lives. “Singing is a good idea.  But I was thinking of, you know, a day trip to Coney Island or–aren’t you from Jersey?  What’s–,” he stopped mid-conversation seeing Elliott’s surprised look.  A confused pout jutted out his bottom lip and he looked down at his shirt wondering if he had something on it or his face or…  “Um–what?  You look confused–?”