Sebastian breathed again when Blaine looked up at him. For a moment he thought Blaine would let their song fall flat, would let their steps echo and leave Sebastian hanging and their music would fade and he wouldn’t know what to do next. Blaine laughed instead. It wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as what Sebastian was used to get from him (specially when HE provoked it), but it was good enough, and his own lips twitched mischievously as they shared that look that said Blaine knew exactly what Sebastian meant and how much. “You’d only say it was me out of prince charming habits, Blainers,” the bashful schoolboy routine “and that’s no good manners, really.” He pointed out, crossing his arms and smirking. “And who says I’ll have an older pick up line routine? Once I’m fifty I’ll just aim the same old, gold, me at the seventy year olds, and go from there.” He winked. “Hey, by then, they’ll probably have a solution for every aging sexual issue a gay man could possibly dream of.”
He tilted his head, watching him on the couch and how he ran his fingers over the blanket. For a moment, his head zoned out as he imagined how those fingers would feel smoothing his skin out. The thank you snaps him back and he nods with a light shrug. “What are almost ex booty calls, frenemies, for?” He smiled, softly this time, to show it was all fine. “No worries, killer.” He murmured, then, something about Blaine’s vulnerability kept him stuck in place, afraid to get in close, to actually sit down by his side at first, and he decided to move and set up the movie so he had something to fill his hands with other than himself, and the thought of Blaine’s mochaccino skin.
“Good thing we don’t disagree on that, otherwise I might need to kick you out. It’d be a shame, all that food…” He said, cheerfully as he set the first Captain America in and finally approached the couch if a bit awkwardly. He nodded then, pinching his nose and he was about to sit down when Blaine mentioned tea and he stopped. Right. Shit. He wasn’t sure he knows how to do that. But he could try. He chuckled surprised at the topic as he stopped half motioning outside. He smiled,, his special, crinkled nose, dimpled, Blaine, smile. “Don’t think you have, babe.” He grinned. “Though I’ve been made aware that I have fantastic legs.” He winked. “Alright.” He motioned the remote towards him, before throwing it for him, though admittedly, with some care, and far away from his face. “Set up. I’ll be right back.”
He took his time in the kitchen. First trying to find the tea bags, then where the pans were, only to decide he didn’t really know how to work the stove and it was better to just microwave it. Then he grabbed a cup for it, heated the water, and when he took the bag in hands he stared for a moment, then took a pair of scissors and cut it open, dumping the herbs on the water. He watched as they floated in the plastic cup and frowned, the water seemed to go brown but he wasn’t sure that was right. he mixed it with a spoon but he didn’t remember it looking like that when he ordered it at hotels. Also the water looked too light but he was afraid to dump another bag and screw it up. He grabbed it, along with a pot of cubed sugar and walked back to the living room.
“… Don’t know if this is what you meant… But if you want a shot with that…” he put the cup and sugar in front of Blaine on the coffee table a little awkwardly, and sat down besides him, settling in, and smiling some. “All good?”
Left alone while Sebastian went to make his tea, Blaine bit against the insides of his lips as he stared at and through the television at the same time. His brain filled with about half a dozen excuses on why he should leave and he was so tempted to grab one and run with it. Sudden call from home. Forgotten homework. It was getting late and he needed to go. None of which were remotely close to believable but he wasn’t ever the greatest liar anyway. Who knows, though? With all the undercurrents of doubt and pensiveness that were threatening to drown them both if this lasted much longer? Sebastian might thank him for being the one to come up with a means to put an end to this because Sebastian would never tell him to leave. As of a few hours ago? Blaine had his fill on being where he wasn’t wanted to last him a lifetime.
Or was he making how negative this was up in his head? An aftermath of what happened. His nerves were so frayed that he might read too much into anything that was the slightest bit of hesitation on Sebastian’s part. Of course he was uncomfortable. There were no secrets on how much Kurt and Sebastian disliked one another. Though one side always seemed a little heavier than the other because of how Kurt was wired. But Blaine never faulted him for that. Only cringed inside when he felt like he had to defend himself or Sebastian. Until there were reasons enough for Kurt not to worry as much. Blaine could see how it would be awkward. Giving him advice about Kurt. Being here for him when he was broken hearted over the other had to make him awkward. He wasn’t naive enough to think their conversation earlier was just a-okay fine. So? Maybe that was what was truly wrong? Who knew?
His head was spinning by the time he went against what would bring this all to an abrupt end. But he decided to stay. A truckload of food was on the way. Sebastian was making him tea. Leaving now would be a slap in the face to everything Sebastian did for him. But it still felt so off.
“Hey. Welcome back.” Nothing less than a grateful smile was waiting for Sebastian when he entered the room. Regardless of his thoughts running rampant when he was left alone, Blaine made sure that any seeds of doubt that might be left behind were gone by the time his host returned. Careful hands took the mug in their grip and he sighed in gratitude when Sebastian finally sat beside him. “I appreciate it. All good.” Thank God he went for the sugar and was about to dump a spoonful in when he noticed something just wasn’t quite right..
It wasn’t the way the tea bag was made that no string hung on the side of the cup. Because there was no bag inside. Period. Only floating leaves in tea stained water.. Slamming his lips together didn’t hold in the chuckle that started first with a shaking of his shoulders. Then his eyes scrunched together and his cheeks tinted pink. Screwed up tea might’ve been exactly what he needed to move past nerves and tears and the mess of emotions he was in and outright laugh instead. “Sebastian…? Did you? Was this? Did you empty a bag in the water? Or was this loose leaf? I just..wow. You’re..” Adorable barely covered it. Sebastian. Bless your heart. You just ascended a whole new level of kitchen helplessness in his eyes.
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