Sebastian knew he could get a blush out of Blaine without really trying. It was entertaining, and highly gratifying to get that bashful look going. Although, Sebastian hadn’t always had such a menacing and taunting nature. As a kid, he used to be quite polite and very well mannered. Through some unfortunate circumstances he became a much colder person. To him, the world was a competition and he refused to lose. Although, he didn’t quite get that same feeling from Blaine. Blaine was so incredibly genuine. Sebastian was very well aware of who he was. He didn’t quite understand why someone so good would hang out or even stomach someone who could become so incredibly toxic at the drop of a hat. It wasn’t something he would outwardly question out of fear of rejection, or losing a friend.
Sebastian halted in his very tracks and looked back at Blaine rather incredulously. “I’m quite offended you would even say that. It’s not like the French language dominates the cooking world and many great recipes originate from us. But you know, I’m interested to see how Filipino tastes in comparison. I’ve always wanted to taste a Filipino… dish,” he prodded him back with his words. “Plus, there’s nothing bland about being the best, Blaine.” Stepping into the kitchen he began to pull out what was left of food preparations. In case Blaine did want to cook, he had the filet mignon ready to go. “Noted. And I generally keep them in my satchel which is upstairs,” he mindlessly said as he rifled through cabinets to find aprons. “Maybe we can even do a song together for the hell of it.”
Blaine fumbled to a stop–mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared up at Sebastian at the sudden way they both came to a jarring halt. Did he offend him for real? That was so not his intention. There was an apology on the tip of his tongue when it came off like he might actually have. Until–Yep. There it was. The verbal poke to his ribs back that left Blaine shaking his head and wondering how he ever thought playfully picking on French cuisine would be enough to truly push Sebastian too far. Sebastian managed to walk quite a ways off with Blaine standing–fists on his hips and that owlish stare blinking at his back–until he tossed a roll of his eyes towards the ceiling and hurried to catch up. Both physically and witfully.
“You know. You’re right,” and he didn’t even touch the whole Filipino dish prod, “There is nothing bland about being the best, Sebastian.” He wished that hearing his name from Sebastian’s lips didn’t make him echoing Sebastian’s back come from a tight throat but it did. “That’s why pancit and chicken will always beat boring steak by yards if you ask me. But–hey–what do I know? You haven’t even tried it. If you play nice, I’ll invite you over and cook some. Until then,” he bowed with a wave of his hand towards the steaks laid out on the counter. “Steak it is.” Skirting up to stand beside him–Blaine’s fingers gripped the edge of the sink and he leaned around Sebastian’s arm to watch was he was doing. “I’d love to sing. We haven’t yet. Not really. It’d be fun. And–what–,” he pointed at some ingredient that he’d never seen before, “is that?”
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