“It’s all good. I get it all the time. People’s misconceptions that is,” Sebastian shrugged it off. He didn’t pay much mind to it. “Well, I’m a pretty impressive guy so if I wanted to try we’d be in a whole completely different ballgame.” The filets were almost at that golden temperature. A nice browning and crispiness would compliment the tender and juicy inside. Sebastian was rather pumped for this food.
“Please, I can’t wait to wipe the floor with you. You witnessed me on a bad day in the Common Room. You truly have no idea,” Sebastian spoke himself up. “Quite honestly, I don’t know why you’re even there still. Coming back with the Warblers is a complete guaranteed Nationals trophy, Blaine. But I guess when we obliterate the Nude Erections you’ll come back on your hands and knees to me, preferably. Oh, and you’d come back to the Warblers too.” Sebastian reached up to quickly brush the tip of his nose. A small chuckle rolled out. “And when I beat you what do I owe you?”
Sebastian’s hand was cupped underneath the ladle as he guided it to Blaine’s mouth. Tipping it up and watching Blaine, his eyes narrowed. “Is it ready? Delicious? Absolutely fantastic cooking prowess by Sebastian Alderic Smythe?”
Careful fingertips touched the side of Sebastian’s hand as Blaine leaned up and gave the sauce a small taste. A groan of delight was muffled behind a tongue licking the taste off his lips. “It’s perfect. Oh, wow. You’re good,” a delighted twinkle danced in his eyes before they switched gears and became much more deviously narrowed. “Not delicious enough to let you off the hook for saying you were going to wipe the floor with me.” A smile so wide it showed his teeth followed a playful chuckle. “It can’t be a guaranteed National Trophy, Sebastian. I’m pretty sure I know the perfect place for it to go in our trophy case.”
He let Sebastian off for what he called the New Directions this time. Next time? Probably not. And, face it, there would be a next time. Sebastian gave him plenty enough ammo for a witty taunt without it. Plus, if he did Sebastian that favor? Maybe Sebastian wouldn’t point out how the mention of going back to Dalton had Blaine amping up the crinkly nosed jabs he tossed around to recover from the brief pause that the point gave him. Homesick. He was homesick every day for a place he walked away from for better things.
“Come on. Let’s eat and you can tell me how many bites of steak it takes for knowing I’m right and you’re going to lose to digest. The truth always goes down better with food anyway.” Lightly tugging on the hem of Sebastian’s sleeve–Blaine bit his lip and circled back hoping that.. “You know I’m only joking. Don’t you?”
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