elliott.

“Please don’t THANK me.” Not for this – never for this. Thanking implied so many things to him; and it said so much about how Blaine viewed their relationship, how he viewed ELLIOTT himself. 

It wasn’t how he wanted to be seen – Elliott didn’t want to be glorified or seen as anything but an equal partner. An equal man on equal FOOTING. 

He had a lot of feelings about this, okay? About partners in which one was treated as so much more than the other, where one was more of a achievement being followed by a disposable lap dog, and Elliott had no wish to go back to such a thing any time soon.

Scratch that, any time EVER. 

One arm snuck more firmly Blaine’s waist as they were talking, hand splayed under the shirt as it moved further – only to grip tightly in a SUDDEN movement, pulling Blaine. It was a sharp motion, tugging him right back into Elliott’s chest; a giggle elicited from him in the process. Breaking the softness of the moment before it broke itself. 

“So, I actually wanted to talk to you about something – but I don’t want you to feel like you HAVE to say yes, yeah? There’s no pressure about it.” Now seemed as good a time as any to bring up the whole ‘My family want to meet you’ thing, and Elliott couldn’t help but see it as a fitting topic to move into. 

He loved Blaine deeply, and what was a better way to show that, and that he considered Blaine a half of this pair, than to ask him about it?

“Okay, sorry.”  He’d only said it because it felt it.  Elliott had no idea how grateful he was for him, for them, for moments like this.  Blaine was so convinced he was going to simply give up. Tell himself that maybe he needed to forget about having someone for a while.  Then Elliott was there and look how far they came.  

So what if he was grateful for it all?  Grateful was such a good feeling to be.  Considering how many darker emotions he had to sift through to get there. 

Elliott’s hands always helped guide the way.

Just like now.  As the arm wrapped around him, sending a ripple of goosebumps out from underneath Elliott’s touch that tickled their way up his spine–Blaine staggered towards where he was pulled.  Their bodies met and he was in heaven.  A perfect break-up of his apology and Elliott’s giggle brought one of his own to life.

Talk to him about something?  Jerking up a dark brow, hazel eyes turned quizzitive.  Better be a good talk.  Cause he was about two seconds away from blatantly stealing a kiss.  Doing so, now, would be very out of place if it wasn’t.  Just to make sure?  He gave Elliott a peck anyway.  There.  Preemptive smooches just in case.  

“Sure.  Is it a good talk slash question?  Cause..I mean.  Saying no to you is practically impossible.”