“Sebastian? Who? That wannabe Timon from the Lion King? Please. There’s no way he would dance the hula as good as me. And you now I have all the… pelvic moments to back that up.”

Don’t laugh.  Whatever you do.  Don’t laugh.
…Breathe..  Poor Sebastian.  He didn’t deserve that!

In spite of his efforts, Blaine did crack a smile and the laugh he tried to swallow escape about halfway before he was able to force it down.  The light in his eyes remained and, surprisingly, didn’t fade even after the very overt insinuation that was all way too true for him to deny. Doesn’t mean he couldn’t sit back hard against his chair and go a kaleidoscope of crimsons all the way down to his neck where they disappeared underneath his crisp white collar.  

“I.. Connor!”  Blaine skipped right over the comment about any sort of pelvic movements so blatantly that he couldn’t even pretend not to.  “I’d be careful.  If that gets back to Sebastian? You might end up with a lacrosse stick somewhere you don’t want it to be..”