Fuck you, don’t worry about it! I’ve been staying at Ian’s since you’ve been in the can, bitch! Guess what we’ve been doing, daddy? We’ve been fucking! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard, and I fucking like it! Fuck you! I suck his dick, and I fucking love it! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!
I really wish there was a web series of Elliot hanging out with his other friends, telling them about the insane group of people he’s met recently… “They all went to this high school that just, like, churns out professional entertainers, and, I swear, when they’re not trying to live with me, they all stay in one apartment that doesn’t even have any walls. Super weird, man.”
Blaine:We need to talk. I don't have your number and I don't have your email and we're not friends on Facebook, because I made it a point of waiting for YOU to friend ME which you never did by the way. So here I am, face to face, I just want to hear you admit it.
Blaine:That you are trying to steal Kurt away from me, Starchild Gilbert.
Elliott:What are you talking about?
Blaine:Please, I was onto you the second I saw you that weird cinnamon roll selfie you took months ago. You guys posted it, remember that? I get to New York and all the sudden it's "Elliott thinks this" and "Elliott thinks that" and "Elliott's hair is so full and thick that he doesn't have to rely on hair gel." Well, I may not be a cool, steampunk, glitter rock vampire with my tats and guyliner, but you know what? I love Kurt. I love him! He is my fiance, not yours, so back off.
Elliott:Okay, are you done? Take this.
Elliott:Take this, it's like a body pillow, I think it's going to calm you down. Look Blaine, I'm not after Kurt. We're just friends. Don't get me wrong, he's a cute guy, but I don't think of him that way, and even if I did, Kurt loves you. I mean he doesn't ever shut up about you.
Blaine:I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on with me. It's just that we've been apart for so long and now that I'm here, I just want to catch up to him. I just want to make it real and the more I try
Elliott:...the more it pushes him away? Well, maybe you should stop trying. Hey look, New York is a really crowded place and people need a little more room to breathe here than usual.
Blaine:You're right. I guess I always think of boundaries as walls instead of places to grow.