It was BLAINE, and whatever Blaine looked like – curly hair all around his face or sweaty or wearing some of those HORRIBLE colour combinations he seemed so very fond if – Elliott thought it was cute. Elliott just…couldn’t see him as anything that wasn’t a synonym for ‘CUTE’, ‘SEXY’ or ‘WONDERFUL’.
Elliott’s tattooed hand moved up to tap the tip of Blaine’s nose as it was scrunched, finding great joy in such an ADORABLE little expression like that.
“Wash it out? For me?” He wouldn’t BEG, but…well, he’d ask. A lot. He wanted to see it dry and curled, that was something Blaine never let him see, and he wanted to.
He wanted to see him like that, so VULNERABLE.
The tap against his nose made him chuckle and scrunch it up even worse to shake away the weird feeling it left behind. Fingers twitched against the wall they’d plastered themselves against before swinging up and NEARLY landing a tap of his own..
Except Elliott’s request made him pause, a bewildered expression replaced his smile. “You want me to..? I..” Drawing in a breath, he felt a splash of heat as it colored the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “It needs cut. It’s a literal mop that hangs in my eyes..but.. If you really want me to? Just be prepared for the image to be burned in your mind forever.”
How could he say no to such a simple request?
Even if he wouldn’t, he wanted to warn Elliott that he might never be the same again after witnessing the mess of curls that were semi-contained even at night.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right out, okay?” Humming as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Elliott’s cheek, Blaine lowered himself back down after a second peck and glanced past Elliott towards the sink. Oh boy..
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