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blaine had certainly never had a need to cook. if his parents had wanted to hire a personal chef or eaten out every meal, they could have. it was his mother who had kept their kitchen, almost too big, she argued, a place of active use and inviting smells when blaine got home from school every day. blaine’s childhood was filled with memories of him and his mother chopping vegetables and her explaining recipes to him as he balanced on his little step stool. the family cooking didn’t continue much into his teen years, when his relationship with his parents became so strained, but enough stuck with him that he wasn’t a total loss in the kitchen.

there was something so satisfying about eating something you’d worked hard on and blaine was excited to share that with sebastian, as much as he seemed disinterested. he flashed a smile at the other’s greeting, leaning against the counter. “have something picked out?” he asked. he’d put some ideas on the back burner incase sebastian had none, but he was glad his roommate had chosen himself.

somehow-- seeing blaine fuzzy hair and cute nose made sebastian’s stomach lurk with an uncontrollable serge. “picked up this cookbook.” sebastian said as he caught a whiff of the man’s smooth scent. how it activated different parts of him that he didn’t ever thing was possible. “just in case we needed some inspiration. then again, i think that you might have a nice pallete for me to choose from. this is something my mom cooks.” he put the book down and showed him the pages. 

as time went on, sebastian and kurt found themselves on opposite ends of the courtyard. when kurt wanted to go left, sebastian would yank the steering whell to right. together, they would attempt to merge into one form only for sebastian to want something different or vise versa. and the most grueling of all: sebastian found his thoughts being captured by another and not of his current boyfriend. 

however, before sebastian could suggest this-- a family dinner was planned. between the smythes and the hummels-hudsons. tristen was honored to support burt in his continuing campaign while his mother was moving to the suggestion of being clean about their relationship. how could sebastian tell his mother now that it wasn’t possible for them to move forward with that. surely, the adults wouldn’t be effected by the actions of their children right? 

sebastian walked into the hummel-husdon household in dallas; dressed in a nice button down polo tucked into custom black slacks. adrienne stepped forward in her designer cocktail dress-- something not all women her age could pull off. she greeted carole and burt with smiles and kisses. meanwhile, tristen shook hands like any practiced businessman. sebastian followed suit with his father and made sure to give burt a hearty handshake. once the adult cleared the room, he turned to kurt. 

how’d he get into this; sebastian didn’t know. even his own mother couldn’t get him to cook something. sure, he’d made his fair few sandwiches in life. let’s face it, there was never a reason for sebastian smythe to get on his hands and knees and clean his own apartment much less cook.

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So what I’m hearing is that we should have a cooking night.

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Ahh, that’s your tactic, then?

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I’m saying I wouldn’t know

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“Yep, that about sums it up,” Blaine said with a laugh. He wasn’t one to go so far as to claim atheism. He still felt connection to the religion itself in some ways - belief in something bigger than himself and a wish to be as good as possible. It was mostly just the people he hated. Especially because of their hypocrisy. 

“That’s good,” he said with a nod. He knew Kurt had had to occasionally take days off of practice, but not much more about what was going on with him. He chuckled at Sebastian’s comments on beds and the cat. “That nice of a mattress?” he joked. “Dani’s not that bad. But I understand her reservation. She’s actually come into my room a few times, so I’m glad the grudge isn’t extending to me.”

“no kidding.” sebastian said as blaine mentioned the cat going into blaine’s room. “you lucky little sucker-- i swear she would only go in mine. if you need i can come fetch her. i know she can get a little bit jumpy about getting picked up. but if you give her enough of a push, you only get out with minimal damage done to the skin.” 

kurt: No, I get it. You can always come stay at mine

sebastian: :)

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I’m sure, haha

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kurt: of course, you can

kurt: why is it giving you a headache?

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Does that suggest your kiss is worth college tuition?

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“I get that,” he chuckled. “My mom is the same way.” Getting woken up early on Sunday mornings to be dragged to Mass was cornerstone of his childhood, despite his dad not being all that religious. 

He tensed slightly at Sebastian’s sudden 180. While he did appreciate Sebastian trying to moderate his language at Blaine’s request, it also felt…sort of wrong. “Oh, um, things are great. I don’t know that there’s really anything to report,” he replied, chuckling awkwardly. “How’s Kurt?” 

“ahhh, heres to the sundays that we couldn’t spent sleeping off our saturdays-- instead, trapped inside a religion that ultimately hates any type of outside thinking and freedom.” while sebastian did calm to be a religious follower, he’d spent his life avoiding those jesus obsessed freaks. to him, their ideals would push them away from him in the most awful. he certainly didn’t need that kind of thing in his life on top of everything else. 

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You did not just go there.

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There’s probably more things you use, but sure. Bar glasses.

Um, I’m not going to be your poor experience for the day. There’s nothing wrong with used things. Just because yours may look new, doesn’t make them better than any other copy.

i’ll take your word for it-- don’t know if i’ll ever try it though. 

No. That’s not… I meant being a live store of a site like Craigslist. Or Amazon. Anyways, I don’t think it doesn’t matter if books are half-priced as long as they’re good, right?

se: and i did? nope

se: I mean, she's you're vp right? didn't you get to pick your own vp? she seems super dedicated to whatever club she joins, really helped me with a lot of my homework last semester, so i thought she'd be the same with this student council thing?

ss: oh, well, whenever i joined-- we just kind of stuck together. i picked her because she did the most work out of everybody.