elliott.

“Seriously?” Elliott laughed – it was nice to think that somebody missed him like that at any rate, even if it was a little odd. Then, they were all a little odd if he was perfectly honest with himself, so he wasn’t judging. “I’m sorry for depriving her of her Elliott then.” He said, hand moving in front of his face to stipple more laughter. 

“Okay – I mean stop me if you don’t want my opinion,” Elliott waited a beat, and when there was no objection he ploughed on with what he was saying. “You guys are good – you make a good couple, but you’re too young.” He was fairly blunt with what he was saying – he’d said that about there relationship before, but ultimately decided they worked out well despite being young. But getting married? Elliott just felt it was too soon to work out, especially when they already had issues like needing space away from each other as it was. 

Blaine expected him to be honest.  Elliott always was.  However?  He didn’t expect to hear that. Owlish eyes barely blinked and his mouth hung partially open before he could take the advice in a more eloquent manner.  What was he supposed to say?  Elliott always seemed to be a big supporter of him and Kurt.  When Kurt went to Elliott for advice–he’d even stood up for him and tried to help Kurt find a happy medium they could both live with.  Even after he showed up at Elliott’s apartment to accuse him of trying to steal Kurt away–Elliott continued to give him patience to the point he did everything he could to calm him down.  Yeah, to say Blaine didn’t see this coming was an understatement of a pretty considerable calibur.

“Oh,” he finally quipped in slamming his mouth shut as he averted his gaze to the side and crossed his arms over his chest. “Right.  I thought–.”  A breath was drug in with a hitch like he’d forgotten to take one while mulling things over.  “I didn’t think–.  When did your opinion change,” he asked with a smooth calm to cover up the knot in his stomach.  “I–.  When did we become too young?  I thought you supported us.  Sorry.  I’m just really lost here, Elliott,” his smile came and went quick.  Another hint that he wasn’t as okay with Elliott’s disapproval as he was pretending–with his strained words faked softness when they shook underneath–to be.