“I know. That’s why I said it,” he laughed to himself. Sebastian was really getting his jabs in tonight. It was a fun time though. He was hoping he didn’t cross the line too much. Since when did Sebastian ever really care about the consequences of crossing the line? “Pancit and chicken? Damn, Blaine. You’re making me want to not break all the rules tonight. I don’t know how much of being a good boy I can take when I’m just oh so bad.”
“Have any ideas what our first duet should be? I personally think ‘Agony’ from Into the Woods would be a cute little number. Y’know, Disney Prince and all,” Sebastian offered up. Sebastian was in the process of seasoning the steaks as the oil in the pan heated up. “Shallots? Blaine, you’ve never seen shallots? I mean, I just call them ugly onions but yeah. I’ve got a huge world to show you, don’t I?” Sebastian took the well seasoned steaks and put them onto the skillet for cooking. The sizzling was music to his ears as he began to prepare some various veggies for the sauce. “Wanna be a doll and grab me out a bottle of red wine. It should say Leroy on it.” Sebastian’s hands were quickly wiped clean as he played some soft music on his phone.
A curious bob to the left and an even more curious lean to the right had him darting around Sebastian to watch what he was doing. He’d offer to help but Sebastian knew what he was doing and he didn’t want to get in the way. PS? He probably already was in the way with how close he was getting but Sebastian was taller than him–no comments, please?–and trying to see around him was difficult, okay? “Agony,” he laughed at the choice of a song and a delicate grip to Sebastian’s arm steadied his footing. “That’s perfect. I didn’t strike you as a Sondheim fan. Color me impressed.”
“I’ve seen shallots cooked. Not like that. Thank you. I’m not completely clueless in the kitchen,” his lips pressed together and curved into a gentle smile. “Maybe you do. Likewise. If you’ve never had proper noodles.” Sebastian wanted wine? “Sure,” he didn’t ask if he was distracting him by sending him on a wine run. He probably was getting tired of Blaine’s hovering and he wanted to help in some fashion. If grabbing a bottle of wine was all he could do? That’d work. He turned to glance around and found a small wine rack built into the wall. Letting his hand fall to his side as he pulled away–he crossed over and gently pulled the dark green bottle out from the others after a few tries to find the one Sebastian was asking for. “Found it. By the amount of dust on the bottle–should I send your parents half the cost? Or are you going to pretend you had no idea what happened to it?”
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