elliott.

“Don’t apologise, s’not your fault.” Elliott soothed, hand not stopping by the action of petting him like a child. It wasn’t the ideal situation, but Elliott was okay dealing with it. He was used to Blaine’s…outbursts, so to speak.

At the comments about not being what he wanted to come home to, Elliott couldn’t help the initial thought of ‘too bloody right.’ He was tired and already dreading going back to work and class – he enjoyed it but still – but Blaine was upset, and Elliott knew how to be a good friend. Instead, the words out of his mouth where “It’s okay. At least Rachel and Santana didn’t greet me with their bitching.” He laughed, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

Poor Elliott.  Blaine had to wonder why the guy tolerated any of them.  If it wasn’t someone having some issue they needed his help through?  It was another.  Blaine tried to keep his issues to himself and didn’t intentionally toss them in Elliott’s direction.  Well..not since the first any only time he did.  What an embarrassing disaster that was.  Though it did end up with the two of them becoming friends.  He would’ve kept quiet today too but Elliott just..drew them out.

There was something about the man that just felt so comforting.  Like having a massively tall, black eyeliner wearing, steampunk teddy bear you could talk to without judgement and receive some sage-like advice.  That’s what Elliott’s gift was.  “Ever consider becoming a psychologist?  I swear. I didn’t mean to lay it all out on the line like that. You just–.  Thank you for being you. Okay?  Can I make this all up to you?  Cook you dinner? Take you out to one?”  Blaine smiled up at him and took a step back–fingers curled around Elliott’s wrists so he could give them a thankful squeeze. 
“Something better than coffee we let get cold and stale cookies.  Please?”