sebastian.

One eyebrow raised in curiosity at Blaine’s first statement. Sebastian sensed a feeling of anxiety and he relished in the thought of it. “I mean, with an ass like that you’re hardly ever showing up empty handed, Blaine. But I do appreciate the gesture,” his swagger enriched his words. Blaine was quite cute when he was flustered. Sebastian always enjoyed bringing it out of him. The cute school boy look really got him going. Sometimes, if he thought about it, he always found himself interested in those who aren’t like him. Those who haven’t been hurt, and taken advantage of him like him. Something about purity interested him.

What wasn’t there between the two that wasn’t a perfect match? Both have nice houses. Money. Obvious homosexual attraction. At least Sebastian inferred as much. As far as arranged marriages go they’d be a hitch, minus the both male aspect. “We could always test your hand at some French recipes. I’ve the ingredients and will for a mean Steak Diane. Totally romantic, if you ask me. And I’m talking about after we cook, handsome.”

Blaine didn’t say anything to the comment about him bringing his rear end–which was unavoidable since he was literally attached to it–would never have him arriving empty handed. In the short amount of time he’d been getting to know Sebastian–he figured out one fact within a few short visits.  Taunting him seemed to be one of Sebastian’s favorite things and how he talked was part of who he was.  What came out of his mouth at any given time had to be some weird compulsion he couldn’t resist.  The filter between Sebastian’s brain and his tongue didn’t exist.  From what Blaine guessed?  Sebastian was born without one.  It was how he was wired. And if Blaine wanted to be his friend–he was going to have to get used to hearing the most far out there things ever tossed his way.  The sooner, the better.  If he could get his face under control and stop lighting up like a wildfire was on his skin every time it happened?  That’d be nice.  So far?  He had yet to learn that trick.  

Catching sight of a painting in the hall that captured his attention–and was used as a means of trying to get his blush under control–Blaine pivoted on his heel as they passed it walking backwards to eye the colors on the canvas with an uneven smile.  “I think I could try out a French recipe.  Should be rather easy compared to Filipino.  By easy–I mean bland.  Isn’t that the stereotype,” he flashed Sebastian a taunting grin now that his cheeks cooled off and turned back around to follow him to the kitchen like someone over five years old should.  “Let’s give it a try.  Far as where we go after?  I–ahh,” his palm cupped the back of his head and he shrugged causing that bent elbow to lift.  “Wherever is fine with me.  As long as there’s enough room to go over song lists. Where do you keep your notes?  We can go over them while we eat.”

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..”

afternoon visit. @smirkingsmythe

Knocking felt completely redundant seeing as how as soon as he pulled up to the house–Blaine sent Sebastian a text letting him know he was outside.  The drive wasn’t too far. They lived close to one another and he left quickly considering no one was home to say goodbye to.  Even a pitstop at Starbucks didn’t tack too much time on.  He didn’t want to show up empty handed. So?  Sebastian’s favorite coffee–considering it was what he ordered every time they were in a coffee place together–and something for himself would do.  Oh!  A bag with two brownies inside hung against the cup in his left hand.

Plus, it helped him not feet as guilty for the reason he was here if he made it a ‘stop and hang out’ sort of deal.  Rather than a ‘stop and help the Warblers with a play list to possibly beat your own Glee Club if you pick just the right songs and they blow the socks off the judges’ kind. God, Sebastian better make good on his promise.  Or he was going to feel awful trying to explain this away to Kurt and a dozen betrayed friends who would never forgive him.  Hazel eyes looked up as the door swung open and Sebastian appeared.  “Hello, Sebastian.”  Blaine smiled after a brief pause where all he did was feel the temperature on his cheeks kick up a notch.  Why’d that happen every single time when he first saw him? It was frustratingly embarrassing.  “I didn’t know what else to bring so? I brought–um–,” he lifted the cups up, “caffeine and chocolate.”