meme continuation. @elliott-starchild

Letting himself inside with the key Elliott was kind enough to give him since he’d been staying there–Blaine was mentally and physically exhausted.  He kept tiredly quiet as he kicked off his shoes and let his bag fall to the floor.  His huff of a sigh was the only sound he made as he flounced down onto the couch and deflated backwards until his head rested against the back of the sofa.   Only to get painful jolt up his neck from knot from the crook he quickly rubbed away before letting his hand fall into his lap and–oh hello, Elliott.

The pair met each other’s eyes in unison.  Though–Blaine’s couldn’t help the glance back down just to make sure he saw what he thought he saw on the glance up. That being a mostly naked Elliott other than a pile of fabric on his arm and pair of lace boxers. Yeah!  That’s what it was! How long was too long before the silence between the two went from awkward to creepy? Trying to beat that deadline–Blaine stuttered.  Nothing came out.  His reddening cheeks puffed in a breath that popped his lips open and he shrugged helplessly without anything else to say but..  “H-Hi.  Um..  I’m hoooome,” he smiled and cringed all at once trying to keep his eyes strictly focused on Elliott’s, “Probably should have made some sort of statement like about a minute ago–huh? Yep! Definitely..”  –Oh boy!–