sebastian.

By no means was Sebastian’s home dirty. Hell, his family had a team of maids that routinely cleaned it and kept it perfect. Still, Sebastian felt the need to do something to it. In the time that he killed before Blaine arrived he got quite a bit accomplished. He showered, did his hair, put some scented candles out (his favorite being between Jasmine and Vanilla). Sebastian was slightly anxious for some reason. He’d never show it beyond a subtle bite of the lip but he sure felt it right now. What in the hell was he feeling anxious for? It was literally Blaine Anderson. Well, that’s his reason partially.

This was one of the rare moments that Sebastian could be seen without his Dalton uniform. A thin shirt hung off his thin frame with a nice pair of pants to match. A genuine smile subtly formed at his lips when he saw Blaine. “Blaine,” he winked at him. “That’s perfect. Super cute that you brought me some food and my coffee order. If I’d have known better, I’d have thought you were trying to wine and dine me,” Sebastian teased. “Come on in.” Stepping aside he began to walk through the foyer that led to the rest of his home. “So, we have some options. We can order out some food now and let it get here in about thirty minutes to an hour. Or, we could cook something up together. And we can either hang out in the living room or up in my room. Up to you, handsome.”

Blaine tucked his chin down to hide his smile at the wink.  A smirk, however, was plastered on when he glanced back up wishing he had one hand free to rub the itch on his neck.  No such luck for that need for fidgeting to be quelled.  He only had his wit to keep up with the taller boy who had a quicksilver tongue and the ability to make Blaine’s rendered absolutely full of lead too heavily to make it work properly.  “You wish..” Oh wait. Sebastian probably did wish.  Strike One on making his words work without choking.  “I mean–no.  Maybe I was taught better than to show up to someone else’s house empty handed?”  He drew in a breath first and followed Sebastian through the foyer taking a curious glance–but not so nosily that it was rude–around.

The house was gorgeous.  It was a lot like his.  Perfectly polished antique and old money.  You could feel it in the way it surrounded you with just the edge of warmth but was too pristine to sink down to your bones.  Or that’s how Blaine always felt about his own and was broadcasting it onto Sebastian’s unfairly.  Yeah, probably.  The scent of flowers and vanilla as they walked further in created a calming feeling contradicting his previous thought.  So much for judging a book by it’s cover. Then again?  A lot of people did the same towards Sebastian, too.  Oh, Sebastian gave them plenty enough reasons.  Blaine just liked to consider himself one of the few who saw past the raunchy jokes and over-self confidence.  So far?  No one would agree with him but he figured, so far, he was right?  “I’d love to cook.  I’ve had enough take out this week to last a lifetime.  Parents have been gone and there’s no reason to cook for just me–. Um–what?  Wherever works.  Downstairs might be easier while we’re cooking..”