elliott.

“Oh c’mon, don’t turn the question back on me again!” Elliott whined, although he was smiling a little none the less – god, what the HELL did he tell Kurt? It was bad enough saying he took Blaine in when they broke up, but to say ‘Hey Kurt by the way I stole your man and snogged him and I think we’re a thing now.’

That was WAY too hellish to even think about. 

“I don’t know – I mean, I love Kurt, I really do, he’s one of the best friends I’ve made up here…but I don’t think he’ll want to be around me after this. He’s always been frosty about me stealing his things.” The band, attention, the limelight, Blaine. 

“And if he stops talking to me, It’ll kick of with the others too, I’m sure. I know Dani will keep in contact with me,” They were beyond best friends by now, they were like soulmates without the relationship, it was…odd. “But the others? Not so much.” 

Yet he knew he had to tell them at some point, better sooner than hiding it right?

“Come on.  Let’s go sit down, huh,” he asked after watching Elliott slip into the frame of mind that was so clearly written upon the taller man’s features.  Probably a reflection of the one written on his own expression.  Worry.  Blaine was worried, too.  More for Elliott than himself. The last thing he wanted was for Elliott to start beating himself up over a kiss.

They could let it remain that if Elliott was so afraid of losing everyone else.  Blaine wouldn’t be the one to cost him the price Elliott was afraid might be written on the tag of whatever they might become or were becoming or–.

“I think you should give Kurt more credit.  He’s a good person.  The best kind of friends that any of his friends could ask for,” and God it hurt to talk about him like this whenever their last words were barely any at all as Blaine was packing up his things.  But..as far as how much Kurt loved his friends?  He did deserve a hell of a lot of credit for that.  A tug to Elliott’s hand asked for him to sit beside him on the sofa.

“He might be hurt but he’ll know it isn’t fair to be.  Not after everything.  I don’t know.  Hiding things from him has never worked out well.  He’s smart.  He’ll figure it out.  Elliott?  Or maybe..if you’re afraid of losing him?  Maybe we don’t have to–,” he swallowed the last words along with the rock in his throat.  “I don’t want to hurt anybody.  Not you.  Or him.  Or..  I don’t know.”