Monster Movie Mash➝ Blelliott
WHO ➝ Blaine Anderson and Elliott Gilbert.
WHEN ➝ 13th October
WHERE ➝ Hero Hangout.
NOTES ➝ Ell and Blaine get into the Halloween spirit with some movies and talk of alter egos.
Being a faerie and living with a (very clumsy) warlock meant that Blaine’s home almost always had some kind of magic going on. Sometimes there were potions laying around while he and Sam worked over it, sometimes they would practice together, other times separately, sometimes it was simply easier to use magic to do things. Now, though, it appeared normal; it had to now that he had a friend coming over, they couldn’t give themselves away and risk hunters discovering them. It had only taken a small amount of time to ensure magical objects were out of sight and that their rooms were completely free of magic, not the largest of tasks. Blaine himself wasn’t a particularly messy person, anyway. His own appearance, too, seemed normal. No pointy ears, no glow to his eyes, and altogether more human. His wings themselves, though he was always minutely aware of them, were very rarely visible outside of the faerie realm, so they did not require glamor to hide.
Despite everything seeming what Blaine had learned was normal, he couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. He and Elliott were not close, had not talked much outside of their more recent conversations, and although they did seem to have plenty in common, Blaine had been quietly admiring him from afar as opposed to actually befriending him until now. Elliott had mentioned that he didn’t really socialize too much until recently, and Blaine didn’t want to do anything to scare him off. He wanted Elliott to like him, to become friends with him, not to scare him off.
It had been while he was setting up the movie and snacks that Blaine had heard his guest’s arrival. After quickly finishing up what he had been doing, he hurried to answer the door, a wide grin on his face. His dark hair was gelled back, and his clothing resembled the kind of style around while he was just a child. It had evolved a little, but for the most part, stuck with him. His love for bow ties, for example, had never gone away. Frequently, he was told his taste in clothes were sort of like an old man’s, which he supposed, he kind of was an old man to humans, anyway. He didn’t mind.
“Hey, Ell!” he greeted chirpily, meeting the gaze of the football player. The nerves in his stomach started to switch out for excitement, Blaine moving to allow his guest to enter.
