I looked at Elaine, and said, "This is my boyfriend Blaine."
Poor woman. She was horrified. She thought, yes, that Blaine was my 13 year old brother, having experienced some sort of growth spurt since May, when she saw him last.
Yes, they both are blonde (kind of). They both have fantastic smiles. But Blaine has facial hair. And is a head taller than Jace. And, when I kiss Blaine I am not thinking of my brother. AT. ALL.
I am three months older than Blaine, and now I feel like a cougar.