He had bought flowers; it was criminal that Sebastian Smythe was holding flowers in Blaine’s hallway now and it felt alarmingly idiotic as each second passes. He never understood the point of bringing flowers to a date; you have to leave them and then they die and he doesn’t even know if this is a thing a man does for another man.
The lilies look at him, mocking him with their pink color and he tries not to wrinkle his nose at the smell.
Maybe he was just way too freaked out that he was going to fuck it up before it even started. You are going to fuck it up eventually. He reminded himself mirthlessly as he knocked softly. It was programmed in him to ruin all good things or to pick situations in which things just might be ruined for him already.
He smirked down at Blaine when he peeled the door back and tilted his head. He was all wide eyes and clean lines and Sebastian lets his eyes drag shamelessly down his body, staring momentarily at the red pants before looking back up,
"Just like the yester-years." He commented in his normal alto, before leaning forward and saying into the edge of his ear, "You look really good. Surprise, surprise." He leaned back and tucked his free hand into the pocket of his own fitted jean before holding out the flowers,
"Don’t say I never did anything right. I know the first date etiquette or whatever… I googled it."
Blaine couldn’t care less about first date etiquette. He took a step towards Sebastian to take the flowers, immediately burying his nose in them. There were few things on this planet he loved as much as he loved flowers and it had definitely been way too long that anyone had gotten him anything like this. If Blaine was sure about one thing then that he hadn’t expected this. At all.
"They are wonderful." He looked up, his smile widening. "Thank you. Let me just…" Blaine didn’t finish the sentence, but went back into the apartment, leaving the door open. "Come in, I just want to give them some water."
Feeling Sebastian’s presence was strange. Not uncomfortable, rather the opposite, but it still made Blaine conscious of his every move and as soon as he had filled a vase up with water he turned around, eager to look at the other man again. “I didn’t think you’d take this so seriously.”
Blaine looked down himself and shook his head briefly. “But I’m glad you do. Makes this here worth it.” He tugged at his pants to make clear what he meant. It was followed by a moment when he didn’t know what to say. There was something about this whole thing, the movie, that it was official, the flowers… Hoping that this could really be a thing was probably stupid, but Blaine couldn’t really help it. He had known how to play flirty and charming, but now that his mind went through the possibility of more, he didn’t really know what to say. There was not much he could do other than to trust his own manners. “Uhm, can I offer you something? A drink maybe?”