Elliott went to cooking, turning the radio right the way up and letting the soothing feeling it came with wash over him. Music made him happy, it excited him, or made him feel at home – and right now, it was doing it’s ultimate job, and being his calming agent. A warm, fuzzy blanket that let him forget his issues to Bowie and Freddie’s beautiful notes and voices.
With everything chopped and neatly divided into their own bowls, Elliott closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before placing both hands on the counter, trying to ground himself and calm down. A small sigh left his lips as he stood up again, pushing his hair back for a moment before he was making his way across the flat, knuckles rapping gently against the bathroom door.
“Blaine?” His voice was soft when he called out, more a warning he was coming in then anything. Elliott only opened the door a small amount as he walked in, clicking it shut behind him and immediately moving to kneel down next to the bath, finger hooking under Blaine’s chin to pull him into a proper kiss. He felt bad about not responding to the one before, and of how he must be making Blaine feel.
The last thing he wanted was for Blaine to ever think HE’D done something wrong.
Blaine watched as his bare toes kept bobbing out of the bubbles making foam run down the top of his foot to the inside of his ankles before they disappeared again and sank back into the water. It was a mindless distraction as he tried to stop his thoughts from drifting too far away. He had to think of a way to make what happened up to Elliott. What could he do to try to reassure him that he was beautiful? From head to toe and, most of all, inside? His body was gorgeous, his voice was beyond words, his inner light was enough to be a beacon to anyone who felt lost.
Elliott deserved only happiness. To know how one of a kind he was and know that anyone who had the chance to be close to him should consider themselves beyond lucky. And Blaine got to call him his..boyfriend? Lover? His..Elliott. When all is said and done? That’s what matters to him the most and he wanted Elliott to not just understand him but..believe him.
Hearing his name, Blaine sat up straighter in the tub and watched closely as Elliott came close. His throat strained with the effort to swallow down the sound that almost escape when his chin was caught with only one finger. Such a simple gesture but it never failed to make him dizzy and lure him in. Their lips met and Blaine sighed softly through his nose. Oh thank god. A kiss that could melt ice met his mouth and he returned it sweetly.
“What was that for,” his voice remained low but Elliott could hear his smile and the relief he felt. It was impossible to miss. “..And can I have one more, please?”
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