blainethelonghorn​:
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.Â
“we could make a list, go shopping and yeah... unless you have something here.” while he was standing there, princesss jumped up on the counter and walked over to the two. calmly, she laid down next to the book and flicked her fuzzy tail in the way of the pages. sebastian reached out and put his hand on his cat to pet her. his heart rate started to go down.