sebastian.

                               Sebastian scoffed, and rolled eyes, though his lips were curled in humor. “If you don’t know how saying shit like ‘we have to talk’, and ‘can i ask you something?’ is creepy, then I can’t help you, my friend.” He shook his head. “A deal’s a deal.” He shrugged when Blaine said he’d been creepy in turn, brushing his eyes to make sure they were clean as he opened them again with a sleepy frown, getting another large bite on his eclair and sighing when the heavenly beep of his coffee machine being done, echoed in the tiles. “Finally.” He bit his lip softly at the way it felt when Blaine’s hand slipped from his knee, but smelled the coffee in and let himself relish on the fact that very soon he’d be sipping on something warm and comforting to help give his strained muscles some energy and improve his pounding head. “Really should’ve got a new hungover aid kit.” He mumbled. What a day to run out of advil. 

“But boxed deliciousness have everything a man needs for a healthy meal.” He pointed out, eyebrows risen, gesturing and eating as he explained. “It’s got cream, milk, eggs, you could say bread, it’s practically a whole breakfast in itself, not to say you could consider them big stuffed sausages.” He smiled, poking Blaine back as he poked him about his empty pantry. “My fridge’s very well stoked, thank you very much.” Said fridge had in it frozen pizza, some yogurt he used to take before his run, and a couple of boxes of take out from the day before. “There’s fresh Italian.” Sebastian was surprised when Blaine not only brought him coffee, but brought it ready to go. He didn’t think he’d remember. He took the mug gratefully taking a long hard sip and sighing into the warm steam, feeling it soothe the ache in his brain. He hummed at Blaine’s comment but didn’t answer, unsure of what to even say. He knew Blaine worried about him because well, he was BLAINE, not for any other special reason. That chance he’d got and lost a long time ago. “Mmh?” He asked, already half forgetting Blaine had had something to ask at all. He raised eyes at him, and pressed eyebrows for a moment, wondering where Blaine was going with it. 

He swallowed at Blaine’s pause, trying to understand what was taking the boy so long to say it. His eyes lingered on Blaine’s lips as they kept still, the mug cooling in his hand, forgotten. When he finally said it, Sebastian stirred, before straightening himself at how serious Blaine looked. “Is that what you wanted to ask me?” He asked, confused. Had he done something awful? Had he been inappropriate? He licked his lips nervously. “Did I do something?” There was something. Something inside him that kept him glancing at Blaine’s lips and he screwed his eyebrows as he wasn’t sure WHY. 

      “If that’s what you call that?  You need a refresher on what a balanced diet is but–.. That’s a start.  Coffee’s not a real food, yeah, but it should be and I’ll let it be enough for now,” his chin inclined towards the coffee while mulling over his question and trying to erase the sudden uncomfortable silence during the awkward moments of him asking it and Sebastian letting the words sink in.  If the room fell quiet for a second?  Blaine was afraid he’d back out of there before Sebastian had a chance to get one word out. Let alone give the question the reply it deserved.  Whether Blaine regretted asking it or not.  Sweaty palms cupped his own mug thankful for the chance that the heat might dry them before they got worse.  A thundering heart probably didn’t need the caffeine but he was grateful it was there.  If for no other reason than to serve the purpose of drowning himself in it if the next five minutes blew up in his face.

The green inside Sebastian’s eyes was always one of Blaine’s secret favorite shades of the color.  Too far past any sort of amicable friendzone they were in to bring it up—ever—Blaine stared at the strange mix of light forest and emerald greens blended together.  The olive tone of his skin bled out of his knuckles as he squeezed the poor mug harder.  “Yeah–I mean–I guess I did,” he wasn’t sure how low his voice could ever get before he heard it reverberate inside his ears.  Was that a whisper?  Or a breath of a sentence that you just say and hope the other one doesn’t hear?  Either way–he watched how Sebastian’s attention kept moving over his face. A subtle switch of attention watchful eyes caught.  Because that’s how Blaine worked.  He could be clueless and miss a lot of things that were aimed at him.  But when it really mattered?  When he was the one that was hinging on something he did?  Or noticed?  Or needed to know? Then, he rarely missed a thing about the person subjected to his watchful scrutiny. Years of being around people (including himself) who were quick to cover up what was really going because they were too afraid to voice it and his needing to make the root cause better honed the skill of empathy seeded in him ages ago into the exact look that Sebastian was under.

Sebastian didn’t remember.  The muscles in his throat struggled visibly to swallow the previous night never once stopped being a blur to his friend.  Not even for that.  “Oh–oh.”  Thick, black eyelashes fluttered and Blaine stuttered a breath or two.  Or four.  “No.  No.  You didn’t do anything.  I mean–you were really drunk and it was amusingly messy getting you home but no.” Blaine and lying blended about as gracefully as oil and water but you couldn’t blame him for trying.  A knee jerk reaction to the idea that maybe it was better this way.  Maybe if Sebastian forgot?  Then he was meant to forget.  What would it to to them if he found out?  Probably just make things distant between them again.  Or break them away from each other for good. Unable to really look Sebastian in the eye until he glued together his blabbering brain–Blaine jerkily moved to fill an already full coffee cup with a refill he didn’t need.  “Sorry.  I don’t know where I was going witht hat.  I forgot.”