A smirk grew over Elliott’s face as he pretended to consider what Blaine said, before he was speaking in an overly cocky tone. “No, actually I think I’m about as amazing as they come. No room for improvement.”
A little peal of laughter left his lips after he said that, before he was turning his head to catch the edge of Blaine’s lips in the kiss too. It was nice to just tease and banter like this with his partner and not have to worry he’d come off as too cocky, or have to backtrack when he saw an eye twitching. Like with Kurt; he loved the guy, but God did he need to learn how to take a joke sometimes. It was almost cringe worthy.
“Pasta works,” Elliott was about to ask what kind when Blaine was making his…proposition. The smile fell from Elliott’s lips as he shook his head, trying to keep up the carefree expression – but they both knew the answer that was coming. The same sort of answer he always had for ideas like that.
“I – no. I’d rather not Blaine, I’m not really in the mood.” Scratch that, he was never in the mood. Too much closeness combined with a lack of clothes? That was a recipe for him to have another little body conscious freak out. He wasn’t going to risk putting Blaine through that again, and he straight up just wasn’t comfortable enough to agree off the bat like that.
Nuh-Uh.
“You know? You’re right. No room for improvement. When it comes to you? You’re perfect. I’m just lucky I get the chance to experience it.” He grinned, paying no mind to Elliott’s laughter. Because? Joking aside. Elliott was right although he was far too humble to ever admit to it. How could someone so kind, honest and supportive of everyone in his life not be perfect? Elliott Gilbert was that and more personified.
Seeing the expression on Elliott’s face suddenly change the second he asked the question he knew he shouldn’t have, Blaine felt his heart drop to his feet and then past that. Three floors down to the cement roof of the basement, actually. Why did he ask that? He already knew the answer.
Elliott wasn’t alone in going through a patch of time where he felt too conscious about himself to let go. Blaine was there. It was a horrible, dark place to be in. And he wanted to give Elliott the space and time and proper reassurance through every means possible to understand just how beautiful he truly was. A heaviness that didn’t dissipate when Elliott tried to regain the lightness of their banter made Blaine regret what came out of his mouth even deeper watching the other try to hide it.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.. I don’t know where my head went. You make it too fun to tease you back is all,” both hands gently clasped Elliott’s biceps and Blaine lifted himself back up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Spaghetti and marinara. If you were wondering. I’ll see you after my shower. Okay?”
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