you tried.

                                              Sebastian eyed Blaine from the corner of his eyes, as he finished setting the movie, once he realized Blaine hadn’t. He saw his hesitation and wavered. “Everything alright…?” He asked, hesitant, himself. He should have googled it. But then it looked like Blaine’s face was lighting up, and Sebastian waited, batted breath. He heard the questions, and pinched his nose, awkwardness welling up. Whelp. “I… Never done it before.” He admitted, the lightest flush on his face, which was something of an unicorn. “Not much of a tea buff.” He scrunched up his nose. “If you’d asked for a espresso…” He pointed out,  raising an eyebrow, as he hit play. “You want one?” He could do that. 

He gave Blaine an inquiring look, and just then the bell rang. “Food.” He mentioned, getting up with a groan, and walking over to the door, grabbing his wallet from an end table on the way. “Hey, gorgeous.” “Hey there.” He cleared his throat, as he still smirked sideways, because it was his prerogative to flirt with Freddie. He fished out the money and some extra and pushed it into the boy’s pocket. “Not tonight, Freddie.” “Got company already?” Sebastian nodded, and got the bags, Freddie smiled at him. “Put in some extra fries for you. See you soon?” Sebastian smiled, smug. “Later.” He watched him leave, and was turning to get the burgers inside, when the pizza arrived, and the chinese, soon after that. 

He got it all and strolled back to the living room. “Hope you’re hungry.” He announced, as he set the box with the pile of bags on top, down on the coffee table. “You want coke? Or a little something more?” He asked, as he opened the bags and started to spread the food around, chinese food boxes, and burgers and fries, and opening up the pizza box. “We’ve got the Attorney’s bar all to ourselves.” He noted, then he was finished. “A la Smythe.” He made a bow like a fancy waiter, one arm pressed against his chest, then fell sat on the couch, putting his feet up the coffee table, after grabbing a burger. 

“The fact that you tried is all that matters,” he smiled so wide his cheeks nearly swallowed up the corners of his eyes.  The first real, huge smile he’s had in weeks it feels like.  Where it wasn’t forced, faked or filled with doubt that he should be smiling when a world of apologies was waiting behind the gesture.  Seeing the blush on Sebastian’s cheeks?  No matter how faint the crimson was on the freckled ivory skin Blaine came to be utterly fascinated by more often than he’d ever admit?  Knowing he put it there made him feel warm inside.  Proud of himself, even.  Content?  Yes.  Content.  “Oh?  Coffee?  Maybe after dinner.”  Wasn’t their food close by now?   Then, like mucked up tea and the need for some serious face stuffing summoned the first round?  There it was.  “Speaking of which,” Blaine thumbed towards the door when the bell went off.  

Hazel eyes still sparkling from his chuckle followed Sebastian’s retreat as he blindly sat the tea mug on the end table.  He listened to the exchange and turned to look away from the direction if came from when it became a bit awkward feeling like the third wheel to the food delivery guy.  How stupid was it to think he should?  Sebastian was a flirt.  Always had been.  Blaine was just not used to hearing those kinds of affections go to anyone else other than him.  Which he had no right to stake a claim to considering he was taken every time they were.  But there’s something in the exchange that made him feel…different.  Sebastian bragged about his escapades to anyone who would listen. However.  At the end of the day?  That tone of voice was only ever truly directed at him.  Even if he only waved it off, blushed or looked away?  He was greedy and flawed enough to admit (only to himself) that Sebastian’s attention was something he cherished because he felt like it was his..and his only.  Not for Rachel, not on New York, not towards anyone or anywhere else but for him.  Selfish much?

One after another, their dinners arrived and by the time Sebastian returned to the living room?  Blaine let the misplaced and very much unwarranted awkwardness go, trading it for relief that Sebastian was back and the smell of the sweet and sour chicken inside one of those bags forcing him to realize he hadn’t eaten since New York (lunch with Kurt before their night out..) again.  A rumble in his stomach followed and his hand rested on his belly trying to muffle it.  “Wow.  That’s..alot,” he laughed at Sebastian’s bow and the massive amount of food laid out for their taking.  “Um..  Coke and something a little bit more please?  Whenever is fine.”  Cause he could go for both and pretending a drink wasn’t a good idea was as dumb as his momentary lapse of sanity less than a minute ago.  “Hold on.  I’ve done nothing for this feast. Let me go fix our drinks.  I remember where the bar is,” he grinned and climbed off the massive sofa bed grabbing an egg roll along the way.  “What do you want?  Say it now or I make it up.”  He shot the lanky boy on the couch a raised brow.  Don’t test him.  He totally would.