“It’s not like I happen to love musical theatre, Blaine. I may be a cold hearted douche, but I’m a cold hearted douche that loves the stage. I seem to be impressing you more and more as the night progresses though.” His eyes weren’t removed from his work. Another pot was set up as he began to cook the sauce just in time to catch the filet mignon. The kitchen had a delicious scent of well cooked meat and a decadent sauce.
Sebastian shook his head and threw his hands up playfully, “Well excuse me for assuming the worst of ignorance in you.” Sebastian plopped a veggie into his mouth while he waited. Clapping his hands off of any excess food he went to wash his hands. With the wine coming back just in time he popped the top of it and went over to the steaks. Pouring the tiniest bit into the pan, he made a quick pleased noise. “Oh, no. They wont even know it’s missing. That’s the cheap wine. The cellar downstairs is where the Smythe family fortune is. Plus, I don’t want you to have to blow your tuition money on red wine I can replace easily.” The “cheap wine” was by no means cheap. Sebastian just had no real respect for money as the son & teenager of two extremely wealthy parents.
“Wanna taste the sauce for me?” Scooping up a little bit into a ladle he blew on it ever so slightly and held it out for Blaine.
“I’m sorry I misjudged you. Don’t know why it just didn’t connect. You just seemed the type to roll your eyes at one too many sappy showtunes. And if it’s impressing me you’re trying for? You really don’t need to try all that hard. Really. You’re doing just fine.” He cleared his throat and smoothed the edge of his thumb across the label on the wine bottle one last time. Was that too much to say? Too inappropriate?
Sebastian didn’t make learning what was too much or not enough very easy. He was lforced to figure it out on his own. And, God, it was a challenge. “I’m excited to see you on an actual stage. Instead of only the Warblers Common Room.” The bottle was handed over and he held up a palm to make Sebastian pause. “I’m not saying that you weren’t great. You were.” His fingers curled towards his palm and he stuffed both loose fists into his pockets, shrugging once they were tucked away. “All I mean is–. If you’re half as amazing at Sectionals? Giving you song ideas is probably redundant and only going to make my life harder with the New Directions if we’re going to beat you. Which we will,” he teased with a grin. “Then I’ll buy you a bottle of wine as an I’m sorry. No cheap stuff either. Promise..”
“I’d love to. I thought you’d never ask. That smells way too good,” his right hand lifted up to curl around the bend of Sebastian’s elbow as he leaned in for a taste.
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