Kinda Fun

kurt.

“I’m stronger, to start. My senses are better too. Touch, smell, taste, everything.” He feels like he should avoid the worst of it. He also feels the need to be honest. It’s conflicting, but in the end he has to cut to the chase, doesn’t he? “Instincts are different. Different food, different feelings, different thoughts sometimes, way different pain tolerance- it’s… Honestly? Almost everything feels different, but not in a bad way just..” He shrugs. He’s not sure his body is even his anymore; not when his blood will turn black if he bleeds. No need to get bitter on Blaine though, so he continues to speak lightly, casually.

“Don’t need as much sleep either as long as I eat enough.” Starve quick, but heal fast. An interesting kind of design. Everything about them was designed to revolve around food, it seemed. Stronger skin, better sense, better strength, perfect for fighting and maintained by souls. It created a loop. Unaware of his own train of thought drifting so badly, Kurt sits quiet and still for a moment before glancing back to Blaine.

Blaine didn’t realize when he began to do it. But as Kurt explained more about his situation and the differences between then–. Don’t think too much about then. You promised yourself you wouldn’t the second you sat down for breakfast. Try sticking to it this time? For more than five minutes. And now? He began to try and spot them physically. To see a solid, real anything that he could look at and focus on and say to himself that –Yes. That’s it. I’ve never seen this before.– That was safer and less disturbing than what Kurt showed him the night he came back. Hazel eyes darted from Kurt’s hair to his cheekbones, mouth and fingers. One tangible thing–that’s all he wanted.

Was he searching with purposefully blind eyes? Leave it to him to do something like that considering who it was he was looking at. But–he just couldn’t see it. Or didn’t want to see it even though he was looking? Who knew? Nothing about this was normal. Yet they were doing one of the most mundane things people could do together. Eating waffles and sipping juice. The contrast made him dizzy but he kept up anyway nodding when appropriate and eating between stares. When their gazes met–Blaine realized he hadn’t said a word during the entire explanation. A flush of color heated his cheeks, his mouth opened but then closed with a smile and he was the one to look away with a staggered, jerky shift of his focus down to his fork. “Are you happy with it,” he asked thoughtlessly and swallowed more juice before looking back into the forever blue of Kurt’s eyes. “Are you okay with everything?”

knew..?

^{Blaine’s fingers dancing through his hair weighted Sebastian into his sleep even more than the alcohol ever could. If he’d been awake sober enough to appreciate this, he might not have enjoyed it as freely as he did then. He’d felt it. He’d felt it back when they’d met the very first time. And finally, now, he did once more. Blaine was home. Blaine was where he was supposed to be. From all the fancy places he’d lived, none of them, had even got CLOSE to feeling like that. Sebastian felt something quiet down inside him again. Like the quiet breath of pieces coming into place. The same settling in he’d felt before and another. A new one that came from how out of place he’d been after Blaine’d been ripped away from him, by his own actions. It was always on the back of his mind, an echo of hurt. And the sudden disappearance had tugged him awake more than the car bump. It felt wrong, like he SHOULD be still feeling it, be still hurting. Hence the question. He watched Blaine’s face, hazily as the other struggled to respond. His eyelids fluttering at the touch on his forehead, before he forced his gaze to focus. His expression serious, and as Blaine talked, his eyes widened. Did Blaine really mean it?? Did he actually think that about him?? Blaine had said he was done with him. And Sebastian wasn’t used to second chances. He didn’t have relationships that LASTED. A relationship where he could try again. Where he should try again. All this time he thought it was over, but what Blaine said now, made him breathe in sharply. He went quiet for a moment, but not like last time. Still stupefied as he looked at Blaine. His lips touched the corner of Blaine’s before he could even think, even though the movement was soft, as he lifted himself to it. The press was warm and slow, and he bumped his forehead forward as a rough murmur batted Blaine’s jaw. “Thank you, Blainers.” He closed his eyes, an overwhelming relief rolling down his back. “I knew it.” He knew it. He knew Blaine and him were meant to be something.}

Seeing how what he said to the man in his arms affected him so deeply–Blaine couldn’t help but feel a prick and then a scratch of guilt claw at his insides. He’d left Sebastian wondering for far too long. Cut him off and turned his back putting on a friendly front in the end and even forgiving him without saying the actual words. Things were never the same though. The closeness–that Blaine wondered if he’d made up and was the sole person who felt it in their darkest hours–never came back to the way it was before. Maybe that was his fault more than Sebastian’s. Distance was safer. Less room for anyone to get hurt if mistakes were made again. But–here they were. Years later. Blaine being the one that Sebastian knew he could call on when he was in a rough spot. Not that he did very often. Tonight was an exception and Blaine was glad it was. Their conversation might be one-sided drunk but he hoped that what he was saying sank in and lasted past the morning. In spite of all the muck and mud and blood under the bridge. Not being there for Sebastian wasn’t possible. Hating him was even less of a possibility than being absent from his life completely. Sebastian being drunk for Blaine to get it out? Might’ve been just what Blaine needed to have the courage to say when he needed to say. His breath hitched when he felt the press of lips against the corner of his mouth. From the simple contact–his whole body came to life. A spiderweb of light that began in such a tiny, but so very intimate place and ran through every limb down to the fingers that flexed in Sebastian’s hair and against his cheek to the toes that curled and pressed into the soles of his shoes. The thunk of Sebastian’s forehead against the side of his made him smile–his tongue catching the corner of it to steal the aftertaste of where Sebastian’s kiss was and he felt the world spin. “You’re welcome, Seb.” They turned onto Sebastian’s street but he couldn’t wait until they were out of the cab to sate his curiosity. “Knew what,” his whisper touched Sebastian’s chin and Blaine let his guard down enough to stay right where he was. Holding him this close, skin to skin. Breath to breath.

face to face.

The door’s very noise sent a chill up his spine. He didn’t know why he was being so dramatic over this. Letting out a deep breath, he soon saw Blaine. Two weeks went by without any texts. Without seeing that cute face and gelled hair. The corners of his mouth raised somewhat. It was a small smile. If anything, it was a relieve to actually see him again. especially after those texts, he needed to get it out face to face.

“It’s okay. No worries,” muttered. The eye contact killed him. Stepping inside he took yet another sigh. This was one of the rare occasions that Sebastian was quiet. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was hard to miss. His hands retreated into his pockets. His neck was bent slightly as his eyes were more upwardly focused.

Turning around he watched Blaine. Sebastian’s gaze followed his movements. He was studying his body language. “Where do you wanna go?” The inquiry relieved some of the awkwardness.

A overly long silence fell between them when Blaine went mute and stared up at Sebastian after he broke eye contact with him. Truth be told? Blaine’s heart was racing, his chest was tight and he didn’t know whether or not he’d be able to go through with this until long after he gave Sebastian the invite and knew he was on his way there. Everything just got so messed up before when they were near each other. Part of him wondered if staying in texts and calls would have been better. Less risky, less to lose because hurt’s easier to hide when you can’t see the person.

It was a cowardly way of doing things. Not how he normally handled anything in his life–well most things. But it was that safety net that he was wondering if he’d made a mistake giving up when the other boy couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes. –No. It’s going to be okay. You can fix this. If he wants to. Just look at him. You know he does.–

Underneath Sebastian’s observation–he didn’t know what made him more nervous. The lack of eye contact or the weight of a watchful eye he could feel on his back like the presence of a hand pulling his stomach down in one big jerk. His arms instinctively crossed in front of his lower chest. A subconscious way of grounding himself. “We can go to the living room. This whole house is empty. It will be for a few more days. Can I get you anything to drink? I-I mean. Water or soda or–yeah,” he sighed and peeked back up at him, “Trying that again. Are you thirsty?”

elliott.

When Blaine pulled back his arm Elliott let his own drop onto the table, black painted nails scratching at the tabletop for a moment as he withdrew his hand back to his coffee cup. “Blaine, you and Kurt are a great couple, I get that, but this is just…too fast. You can see that – it’s not givin up on your future. It’s…” E trailed off to find the right words for it. “It’s putting it on hold. Not forever, just for a while.”

“I know we haven’t been able to get married for long,” he gestured between the two of them to emphasise what he meant about same-sex marriage in the US there. “But the point is now we can, that’s not gunna change any time soon, so getting married can wait. It’s like you two movin in together. You rushed it, because it was overwhelming Kurt. Imagine how much more overwhelming marriage is gunna be Blaine.” Besides, Elliott firmly believed that marriage didn’t have to happen. Hell, one in three ended in divorce now-a-days, and it was just a slip of paper and chance to be over the top. It wasn’t proof of love, as far as Elliott was concerned the proof came in the everyday things. “Just, really think about it, yeah?”

“You don’t think I haven’t thought about this,” Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his chair tucking his feet crossed over one another underneath, “It’s all I’ve thought about, Elliott. From the moment I met him I just knew that I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I almost blew it.” He choked on the delivery, mouth twisting into a half laugh of frustration. “I’m not going to do anything that is going to mess us up ever again. Including rushing into something that we’re not ready for. Because we are.“

He held his breath when he noticed how determined he sounded. No. Determined wasn’t the proper word. Desperate. Desperate for Elliott to understand him but even more desperate to get out of this conversation because it was starting to get to his head. With a drawn out sigh–he deflated and bent one elbow against the opposite arm folded over his stomach so he could lift his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Eyes squeezed shut and he took in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Elliott. You’re only trying to get your point across. You’re a really good friend and I know you’re just trying to look out for us.” His hand dropped down to squeeze the inside bend of his elbow–gaze catching Elliott’s once again. “Can I ask you something? Has Kurt said anything to you about the wedding? Anything? I’m–just. Has he?” It was hard to get a question out that you weren’t sure you wanted the answer to. But? No taking it back now.

tongue tied.

Sebastian reached forward for a tiny bit that missed the mouth. Scooping it onto his finger he tasted it. Nothing like a little Blaine and sauce mixed together for a great taste. “Are you just now coming to that realization, Blaine?” Sebastian was rather pleased with himself for Blaine’s reaction. He was quite the cook. His favorite apron even said “Domestic Goddess” on it for a reason. “Oh, well I’m sorry if I’m telling you the truth. It’s not in my character to lie. Actually well, it is but you know what I was going for. I’m the one who’s supposed to be cocky. Not you.”

“Alright. But up in my room,” he said. Getting out some forks and knives he laid them on each plate. Taking them both into his hands he nodded. He couldn’t let a guest labor. That was his duty as a host. “Blaine, I can think of a lot of things I would much rather be down your throat right now,” he dully spoke. Beginning to walk up the stairs he laughed to himself. “Yes, Blaine. You are very obvious when you’re joking. You get this stupid puppy grin on your face and look like a total dope. But in the sexiest way possible.”

Making it to his room, he used his elbow to open the door as he pushed inside. His room was pristine. Cleaned to the T and spotless, the various aromas that he so dearly loved wafted around. Crawling onto his bed he sat with his legs crossed as he awaited Blaine. “Feel free to sit wherever’s most comfortable. The bed, that chair, my lap, my face. Y’know.”

If the stutter noise in his brain wasn’t loud enough watching Sebastian taste the sauce he dabbed off his lip with a fingertip? The way Sebastian taunted him while he was leading him out of the room was. Hands came out to take hold of the plate but seeing Sebastian insistent on taking the burden of carrying it all–he tucked them behind his back and followed after a couple failed babysteps while he tried to catch up. Not in space between them but in wits. His were currently laid out on the polished hardwood floor.

Stupid puppy sexy grin? What?! Blaine’s eyebrows creased together and a huff puffed out his chest. “Hold on,” Sebastian was given a set of serious side eye, “How does a dope look close to sexy? I’m not sure I’m following you there,” his hand trailed along the banister setting him on a momentum to pull himself the rest of the way up the staircase. “Um? Thanks anyway?” A curious glance darted around Sebastian’s room when Blaine stepped inside but his attention jerked right back to the boy on the bed at his seat choices. The stare on his face only said one thing–Oh my God.

Smirking in spite of himself–Blaine palmed the back of his neck and pointed at the chair with the other. “I think the chair would be fine,” but he stopped beside the bed on the way there to take his plate and paused long enough to give him a shake of his head. “You never turn it off–do you?” His tone wasn’t sardonic–far from it. There was a light air to it that said even though his occasional owlish eyed stare at what came out of Sebastian’s mouth? Deep down? It was absolutely nothing like he ever encountered before–and he couldn’t figure out why it was so puzzlingly entertaining.

wrong number.

Everything happened rather quickly. For one thing, Sebastian didn’t imagine someone like Blaine getting physical. Upon being shoved a bewildered yet quite irritated look dominated his facial features. “Don’t worry. I plan on it,” he poisonously spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be better than you.” Slamming the door shut and locking it he immediately went upstairs. Tossing his phone to the side he crawled in bed to try and get some sleep. The night would pass and none would be found. Just his anger, and regret.

Between the texts that the two shared, Sebastian opened himself up for once. Blaine was one of the only people who had ever been a witness to such a thing. It was extremely late at night, and he couldn’t wait until morning. Telling Blaine that he’d be on his way, he got into his car and drove off. His red eyes focused on the road before him, occasionally stinging from exhaustion. Some soft music played as he began to eventually relax in the car seat. It wasn’t too long of a drive.

The headlights shined still. The car was parked and Sebastian was sitting inside. Taking a deep breath he turned the keys, got out, and locked it. Every step felt so incredibly heavy on his way up to the door. While walking he texted Blaine that he had arrived. Anxiously awaiting outside of his door, his fingers tapped on his legs.

Two weeks and no sign of Sebastian in his life whatsoever. As far as he knew? Their friendship was over and a large part of what happened was his fault. That Sebastian listened to him just like he made good on his promise and deleted the other boy’s number from his phone. To his surprise? A message about notes for a Calculus class he wasn’t taking came in the middle of the night from a number he didn’t recognize. Shooting an apology back landed him that piece of enlightenment on who sent it. Sebastian.

So much for other boy deleting his number like he told him to. Why did he feel so guilty that he had? Their conversation didn’t go the way Blaine planned but that was becoming status quo for the boy who appeared into his life out of nowhere at the wrong time. –It’s not my fault. He keeps saying it but it doesn’t stop feeling like it is.– Now..he was staring at his phone reading the message that Sebastian was here for much longer than it’d take for him to go answer the door.

“Don’t screw this up, Blaine. Just–don’t,” he chided himself as he rushed down the stairs and through the hall to the foyer. A shaking hand grabbed the door handle and he pulled it open coming face to face–with a raise of his chin–and making eye contact with–. “Sebastian, come in. Sorry. I was upstairs.” Pulling the door open as bare feet padded backwards–he motioned for Sebastian to enter with a wave of his hand and a press of his lips into a small, tentative smile.

a big mistake.

Sebastian was in bliss. Something about this scared him too. His encounters were never like this. In fact, he hadn’t felt this type of connection even with past boyfriends. He wanted Blaine so incredibly bad in that moment that it honestly freaked him out. The emotions swirling in his head were suppressed with every thrust, every kiss, and every taste of Blaine’s sweet skin. He could keep this up all night, and them some.

But alas, everything came to a stop. Some abruptly before others. When he heard Blaine’s words he let out a highly irritated huff and pulled away to look at him. His eyes were no longer dark with sexuality, but with frustration. “Oh, so coming over wasn’t when you realized that maybe this was the tiniest bit compromising? Or was it the thoughts of me literally balls deep inside of you or the dry humping that made you think “Gee, I’ll stop now and give Sebastian Smythe the WORST case of blue balls?” he pulled away from Blaine and stood up. His voice was incredibly flat with that rant. “I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over. That was such a mistake.”

Grabbing the bottle of wine and the glasses he mindlessly began to put them away. “And if you want I can escort you out. I don’t know if you’d be able to find your way. I’d hate for you to get confused about all the different exits from this house and not be able to choose.” A pained smile was stuck on his face. His eyes were narrowed and he was trying not to show his frustration. And so, he would talk quite a lot.

“It’s time for you to leave, Blaine. Hopefully you didn’t have too much wine.” The expression faded away into Sebastian’s calm and cold arrogance. Whatever frustration he had melted away in the presence of a new demeanor. Walking towards the door he opened it. Pulling out his phone he opened it, and the first thing he went to was Grindr while Blaine remained close by. The sound of notifactions rang. Sebastian hadn’t been on it all day when he knew Blaine was coming over.

“Would you look at that? Seems I’ve found someone who’ll pick up where you left off. And get this, they’re not even 2000 feet away. Glad to know my night wasn’t completely wasted.”

When everything came to a sudden stop–Blaine was left panting for air he didn’t know he wasn’t getting enough of until his burning lungs reminded him. Half lidded eyes opened in a darting flutter underneath a set of crinkled eyebrows that were already repeating Blaine’s apology before he had a chance to speak. He was on the verge when the darkened stare he saw was suddenly a whole lot less intense and wanting and a whole lot more frustrated. Blaine felt immediately more guilty for letting them get this far. –It never should have happened.–

A good chunk of that regret fell as fast as the nose cart of a rollercoaster over the first hill. The dip and swerve Blaine felt following Sebastian’s words made his fingers shake as he buttoned up his pants and zipped them so quick he almost got his boxer briefs in the metal. The ache shifted from between his legs to his stomach. Stuttered words were muted with a press of his lips tightly together. He was on his feet in a sharp motion, pulling down his shirt and refusing to look at his “friend” as he kicked him out and offered him to show him the way.

“I got it–I can figure out where a door is–.” Sebastian was there anyway–leading him where he didn’t need to be lead because? Who forgets where the front door of a house is?

Shock tinted Blaine’s expression. Flushed cheeks lost their color, his mouth dropped and he couldn’t believe the sudden flip of the other’s demeanor and still felt the whiplash. Sebastian was taunting him? –How could I have done this? Period. Much less with someone like–you?– His own anger, at himself and Sebastian and this, burst inside his veins.

Mindless actions for a brain not thinking clearly had the brunt of his palm shoving Sebastian back away from the door and knocking more distance between them. “While you’re at it,” he glared up at him, “Since you have your phone? Delete my number and I’ll do the same. Good. Bye. Sebastian. And good luck. I hope you have a lovely time with whoever.” Saying not another word–Blaine stepped through the threshold so he could get the hell out of here and try to put this night and that boy behind him.

Druken Kisses II Puck & Blaine

puck.

“Well, that was really nice of ya to be worried about Sam. His parents definitely would have freaked if they knew he’d gotten drunk.” Puck grinned when Blaine thanked him for the compliment about singing. He could tell it meant a lot to Blaine. “Well thank god you aren’t going to dish dirt on us evil New Directioners!” he replied with a laugh. “Honestly though, other than the fact that we like to drink, is there anything worth mentioning?”

“Thanks, dude. I try to be nice. Ya should have seen me last year. I’m a lot better now.” Puck smirked at what Blaine had to say about him joining New Directions. “So, maybe you’re right…but if I admit that you are, I’d have to kill ya. You’re too cool to kill though, so we’ll just leave it at that.” He chuckled, flashing a cheesy grin at the other male. “Knowing Kurt, I’m sure he’s told you that I like the ladies. Probably more than I should. If you ever need any sex tips, I’m your guy.” He stopped talking for a moment as something dawned on him. “Though, you’re gay, so I probably won’t be much help. Before tonight, I’d never even kissed a guy.” Had he really just said this out loud? Yup. Time to move on. “Like you, I also like comic books. I geek out over them, but that’s just between you and me, okay? I got a reputation to uphold and being a nerd clashes with my image,” he admitted. “Hmm, what else?” He scanned the room, in an attempt to think of something else to say. A smile formed on his face when he noticed a guitar pick that had somehow ended up on the living room floor. “I like to play the guitar. Sam, Finn, and I have these jam sessions sometimes. Sam and I play guitar while Finn plays the drums. It’s really fun. You should join us sometime. You play the…piano, right? I vaguely remember Kurt mentioning that.” It was amazing that he remembered this because most of the time when Hummel talked, he zoned out. He did this a lot though, so if Kurt ever found out, he hoped he wouldn’t take it personally.

“I can imagine how you were just by the stories I’ve heard,” Blaine cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. Did that come off cocky? “I mean–. Before you turned a new leaf,” his voice picked up at the incredibly old fashioned way he put Puck’s change of attitude. Namely–you know–towards Kurt. Especially for the reasons why they all treated his friend like the perpetual outsider that none of them were comfortable being around for no other reason than–well–the obvious. At least they all seemed to see where they went wrong. “I don’t know–Santana breaking down crying every time she gets two drinks in her might be heavy ammunition if we want to take out one of your key players,” he mused with a soft hum, “Even though you guys don’t realize she is one.”

Before tonight Puck “never even kissed a guy”? Blaine’s expression screwed up with a curious squint and he looked like he was about to say something. Both of them were currently seeking outs–if Puck gave him a chance to change the subject? He’d give Puck one, too. But that certainly was an odd way to put it. Or it might’ve just been the tone Puck used. Oh! Right! Comic books were a great topic! “Don’t worry. Your secret is completely safe with me.” Twice in a row he promised to keep something potentially damaging to Puck’s Lady Killer reputation underwraps. First one being his own fault and he still felt guilty for what he did. Drunken mistake excuses only go so far. The other? That one was much safer. Who doesn’t love comic books? “You play guitar? I’d love to hear you sometime.” Surprise rushed a faint tint of color to his cheeks and lit up his face with a smile. He was invited to a jam session? Seriously? “T-That’d be great. His head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod. “I’d love to. Piano’s my favorite, yeah. Anytime. Just let me know when and I’m there.” Hazel peered into dark brown thoughtfully. The look lasted too long by the time he ducked his head down and toyed with the bunched up wrinkles of his pants where his knees were bent so he could tuck his legs underneath himself. “Puck? Thanks. For not freaking out and never wanting to talk to me again. I really like you guys. A lot. I–Thanks. That’s all.”

i’m sorry.

Sebastian pulled back, but only momentarily. The heat of the moment took over and he leaned his body away to pull the shirt off his skin. It raised over revealing his torso, and then chest, and all of his skin from the waist up. On his back he felt the intense heat of the fireplace. Sweat dribbled off his freckled skin even moreso now. With a heavy press against Blaine’s lips his tongue dared further. Slinking its way into his mouth he ran it along his. Sebastian’s tongue snaked in deeply while he rolled his hips back and forth.

Within his pants, Sebastian was rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to have Blaine naked on him. “Blaine…” He whispered onto his plump lips. His fingers quickly rolled up Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian moaned onto Blaine’s olive skin. His tongue swirled around his nipple and tasted the salty taste of sweat on his warm body. Further and further down, his mouth moved. Upon reaching his naval, Seb’s tongue dipped down. The feeling of Blaine’s fingers in his hair got him going.

Both hands reached down to his sides to pick up the tense legs and put them over his shoulder. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to have his head in between those legs. Pulling away on his pants he began to slowly remove them.

“I need to know that you want this,” he spoke lowly. He was ready to give him everything.

Blaine was pulled from his haze momentarily as Sebastian leaned back. Rapid blinks and a faint groan of protest came so desperate and needy it was hard to wrap his brain around the fact that he could even sound like that. Before his eyes opened completely–Blaine covered his mouth with his palm. Thank God he did. Sebastian was shirtless by the time Blaine focused on him. The sight was enough to steal his breath and make him moan.

There was no time to recover. Not when Sebastian leaned in–his hand moved to Sebastian’s cheek–and the warm wet of Sebastian’s tongue slid into his mouth to touch and glide with his. Rolling hips matched Sebastian’s movements when his restraint left. He felt Sebastian’s firmness, knew he was just as worse for wear and his face lit up red. If he could feel Sebastian? Sebastian could feel him. “Sebastian,” he mewled between their mouths. “Sebastian!” Quietness was torn into a sharp cry as Blaine’s body jerked and his fingers scratched Sebastian’s scalp renewing the tightness his fists gripped his hair feeling the heat of the other’s tongue on his skin. Oh! That was new. And he liked it.

The pull and bursting tug of want moving down his thighs pressed him so tight against his pants that it hurt. But then–with the tug and his hips lifting towards it? Sebastian’s whisper caught up and his gut instinct was to sob how much he wanted this. Not having it felt like it would break him into pieces but– if he didn’t stop now– it would be too late. Later than this already was.. He choked, gasping for air and forced his hips back against the couch to put inches of space between them.

“Can’t.. I can’t. We need–.” Teeth gnashed together and he tugged lightly up on Sebastian’s hair to get his attention. “We need to stop,” he sounded like he was about ready to physically shatter at the thought. But. They had to. “I’m sorry..”

you’re going down..i’m yelling timber.

“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?”