“Its okay. I know it shouldn’t be such a big issue anyways.” Not that knowing that could stop it being SUCH a big issue for Elliott anyways. He just couldn’t stand the idea that Blaine had seen him like that and had time to stare. Not just someone staring, but BLAINE staring, Blaine judging him for the love handles and muffin top. He hated it.
Elliott strolled into the kitchen properly, trying to act unbothered as he hopped up on the counter next to Blaine, perching in the edge and giving the other a slightly tight smile. “Besides, y’all can’t help making it weird – mainly cause y’all can’t help staring apparently.” He gave a small laugh and nudged Blaine’s thigh with his knee. Close proximity to the other just felt like a smidgen closer to the comfort and hugs he felt like he needed after that.
Blaine gave a quiet laugh trying his best to keep patching up the distance that was suddenly smashed down between them. “Well. You can’t blame me,” he smirked hoping that it was as playful as he wanted it to come off as. Then gave Elliott’s knee a light jab with his elbow back, “You make a very pretty picture to stare at. It’s not my fault that you are gorgeous enough to make my brain not listen to the common sense part that said looking away sooner rather than later would have saved us from this mess.”
Did Elliott believe him?
The longer he watched his attempts to hide how uncomfortable he was–the more Blaine was tuning into the fact that he might not. Oh God, that was an awful feeling. How could someone who had the same issues than he’d care to count tell him he understood but Elliott was so so..beautiful just the way he was? Stepping a few paces to the side until he stood in front of Elliott’s bent knees–Blaine braced his hands against them and gave both kneecaps a gentle squeeze trying to press how serious he was with a touch to make it more real. “I get it. I do. But just know? That what I did see was perfect. Just like the rest of you. Okay?”
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