sebastian.

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. Moments like these were so simple and oh so very sweet. Jokes aside, he loved these moments with Blaine. He was able to open up just the slightest and feel a little better. He didn’t feel like he was ready to explode all the time. Sebastian finished the rest of his plate and set it to the side. He sure knew how to clean a plate though.

“Yeah, yeah,” he shrugged. Hopping out of the bed he grabbed two picture frames. “I have these two pictures right here. One’s of me and my parents. And… there’s this one of me and my brother,” he became slightly more quiet. Showing it to Blaine he had the remnants of what once was a smile on his face.

“Yeah, yeah yourself, Mister.  You’re the one that did it.  Not me,” he mused jokingly and cut off another small piece of steak.  He had to admit–at least to himself because face it the other boy didn’t need yet another item to add to his list of things to inflate his ego.  Or ego that he liked to broadcast–anyway until the quieter moments they got to share.  Like these ones.  Blaine found himself looking forward with baited breath to each and every chance for days and nights like this that he could have.  Back to the point!  Sebastian was a phenomenal cook.

Blaine finished quickly and sat his plate to the side.  Toed off shoes fell with a thud-thud and his feet lifted so he could sit cross legged in the chair. Smiling with a curious tilt of his head–hazel eyes followed Sebastian to see what he was grabbing. When they were close enough to see–Blaine hummed with his smile renewed at the images in the photographs.  His brother was cute. Adorable, actually–Wait!  What?  Blinking up at him–Blaine about burst into excited chatter upon learning something new about the mystery that was Sebastian Smythe.  But the faded smile and softer voice had his own dropping instead.  “You have a brother?  I didn’t know.”  Did they not get along now?  Was that it?  Why the sudden–quiet?