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“We live in an apartment complex, who’s even going to see these?” He asks, pushing pumpkin guts around with the blade of a knife as Blaine draws patterns on the outside before they carve.

“We can put two on the patio and then I figured we could give the other two to our neighbors.”

Sebastian scrunches his nose, “You’re going to give away carved pumpkins to people? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose?”

Blaine sighs softly and glances up at him with a look that says come on and Sebastian smiles sweetly because he’s been asking aggravating questions like this for the past hour.

“I’m just saying.”

“And I’m just saying, one of our neighbors don’t have any kids so it might be a nice decoration that they wouldn’t do on their own. And Mrs. Grandton is like, seventy. She’s not going to be able to carve a pumpkin.”

“I think you’re underestimating her,” Sebastian says as Blaine puts the cap back on the marker, “To stick with the spooky theme, she looks like a vampire and probably has incredible strength.”

A soft laugh leaves Blaine’s lips as he takes the top off the pumpkin, “That’s ridiculous.”

“Have you ever seen her in the daytime? Because I haven’t. Not to mention she barely leaves her apartment in the summer either,” Sebastian shakes his head, like he’s having a revelation, “October is when—”

A knock on the door interrupts his sentence and Sebastian’s eyes widen a little as he looks at Blaine. He moves closer to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“Okay if that’s her she definitely heard us talking, which is just proving my point.”

Blaine shivers at the proximity and snorts out an amused sound before pushing his boyfriend away with his hip. “Stop. Go get the door please, my hands are covered in pumpkin guts.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes but places a kiss on Blaine’s cheek before disappearing to the door. He sighs softly, not bothering to glance through the peep hole and pulls the chain lock from place to open the door—

And then he closes it when he sees who it is. Sebastian looks to the ceiling and shakes his head, moving to go back into the kitchen.

“As I was saying, October is when the creeps come out of hiding. Hence, Kurt’s here.”

Blaine blinks like he doesn’t quite connect what Sebastian’s saying and then an insistent knocking begins on their front door. He groans and quickly grabs a tea towel to wipe his hands off, “And you just left him out there?”

“I’m not letting bad energy into our home, Anderson, you’ve seen those Ouija movies right?”

Blaine smiles because he can’t help it, rolling his eyes as he moves quickly to the front door. Sebastian leans his elbows against the counter, twirling the marker with his fingertips as he listens to Blaine talk to Kurt about the holiday season. Kurt invites Blaine to a costume party and despite the fact that Sebastian would rather gouge his eyes out with this kitchen knife, he knows that Blaine won’t be able to turn down a spooky gathering. Hence why Kurt makes sure to tell him about it in the first place.

He stands up and begins carefully carving the pumpkin the way Blaine has traced out, turning to look over his shoulder as Blaine comes back into the kitchen when the front door closes.

“You didn’t invite him in, did you?”

“Oh hush,” Blaine chastises, leaning up on his toes to kiss Sebastian’s jaw. He sets a homemade pumpkin loaf down on the counter. Sebastian scrunches his nose in distaste. “I love pumpkin loaf.”

“You say that about everything,” Sebastian eyes the loaf and shakes his head before he continues to carve the pumpkin. “It’s probably cursed. If our furniture starts moving on its own, I’m throwing it out.”

Okay, that’ll probably (most likely) never happen but corn mazes are damp and dank and it’s bad enough considering doing it in the daytime but it’s dark out? Just no? He enjoys living his full life and contemplating future endeavors like getting married and having kids—which he won’t be able to do if he gets stuck in a corn maze.

He really loves haunted houses but those are like…they’re one direction, first of all. They might be long and terrifying but the entrance always leads to an exit. Blaine’s not about to put himself in a situation like this…even for Sebastian who’s asking nicely.

“Let’s go get lost in a corn maze.” Sebastian tugs him out of the pumpkin patch the moment he sees the sign for the maze and Blaine puts the breaks on, digging his heels into the ground. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

He blinks at him because, “What’s fun about getting lost and possibly murdered in a corn maze?”

A soft laugh leaves Sebastian’s lips and he adjusts the scarf around his neck, pulling his beanie down over his ears. “I thought you liked everything spooky. It’s not even anything haunted, just a regular corn maze.” Blaine’s shaking his head and Sebastian watches a family of four make their way towards the entrance—they have two children around four years old running quickly into the maze, laughing.

He raises an eyebrow before pointedly staring at Blaine.

“It’s literally safe enough for children.”

Blaine groans, “I don’t care, I don’t want to go.” And yet Sebastian’s dragging him anyways and he doesn’t put up a fight in earnest until they’re almost underneath the sign. “I’m serious, stop.”

Sebastian turns at the shaking in Blaine’s voice, his hands moving to rub at the shorter’s arms. There’s soft teasing in his voice but it’s nothing malicious, more amused. “I can’t believe you’re actually scared—you watch absurd horror movies at all hours of the day and you’re terrified of walking through rows of vegetables?”

Blaine huffs gently, crossing his arms over his chest because he hates for it to sound like that but…he looks up at his boyfriend before the sign for the corn maze. Sebastian puts up with a lot for him in terms of his favorite seasons—decorations, expensive seasonal drinks, pumpkin patches and apple picking, costume parties and a bunch of other things he knows he doesn’t want to do. But he does them because it makes Blaine happy.

If he told him he wanted to leave, Sebastian would—despite the fact that he clearly wants to go through this corn maze. So Blaine straightens his back and lets out a determined sigh, “You promise you won’t leave me? I mean it, Sebastian.”