“A STARCHILD make-over.” Elliott corrected even as he flitted around behind Blaine, graceful on his feet and TRULY in his element as he made Blaine up just like he’d been. Like he still was, when he took to the stage as someone more than he was, a name and a look that was beyond Elliott.
It’s why he corrected Blaine at all, because he considered Starchild and Elliott to be VASTLY different.
“You look FINE – Better than fine. Handsome.” Elliott knew the thought running through Blaine’s head, the overwhelming sense that the man looking back at him in the mirror didn’t quite fit. It was just a case of…ADJUSTMENT.
“Trust me, people will dig it, especially when we’re singing. Everyone loves a man in guyliner.” Tattooed fingers hooked under Blaine’s chin, tilting his face up so Elliott add a small amount of glitter to his eyes inner corner with a Q-tip, before softly blowing the excess away.
Standing corrected, Blaine widened his eyes in a mock apology for the slip and tried to keep himself from fidgeting as Elliott darted about apparently having the time of his life as he dolled him up. How else was he supposed to describe what was going on? Not laughing was the true miracle here. Elliott was so excited that, once his nerves were put to rest, it was contagious.
“Sorry. Sorry. A STARCHILD make-over.”
Handsome? That word caused Blaine to pause, warmth washing over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose tinted olive skin. “You’re sort of forced to say that but thank you anyway.” A crooked, bashful smile and already thick lashes made doubly so rose up so he could look into the reflection of Elliott’s eyes in the mirror instead of his own.
Singing! Right! They were going to sing in less than an hour and Blaine hadn’t quite figured out what he wanted his last song to be. Thank God it was a piano piece that he’d be playing and not putting anyone else out for his lack of decision making. Guyliner sort of distracted him.
“As long as you do? That’s all that matters.” Elliott, back at his side and drawing his attention towards him by touching his chin, caused Blaine to step closer and look up trying accommodate Elliott’s effort for that extra dab of glitter. Not wanting to waste a pucker of Elliott’s lips on mere blowing away excess glitter, Blaine was quick to land a peck on those lips before Elliott could draw back. “And you better,” he grinned, “Especially after all this glitter.”
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