"Twenty five cupcakes a possibility to make for tonight?"
"Depends on what for?"
"You and me." Agron snuck up behind the smaller man.
"Well in that case…"
"Perfect… Nana." He giggled.
"Don't call me that."
"Oh come on Nana, it suits you."
"Call me Nasir or you'll be serving all the drunk customers, and sleeping on the couch for a month!"
"Hmm…"
"What?"
"I'm weighing my options."
Nasir rolled his eyes, going back to frosting the cake. It was birthday season, and that meant no rest for the wicked.
"I've decided!" Agron announced.
"Oh, pray tell."
"I won't call you Nana—even though it brilliantly suits you—if you make those cupcakes and stay up all night with me."
"I think that can be arranged."
"Good, little man." Agron ran out of the room.
Nasir was seething. Agron would definitely be sleeping on the couch tonight, without the company of their dog. He hated "little man" even more than "Nana"—sighing Nasir no longer found any fault in "accidentally" leaving on the downstairs radio on at full volume, and conveniently losing the remote. This meant war, which meant lots of angry baking and pranks. It was time for him to choose his armor.
A/N: ...I have no explanation for how random this is haha. Me and my friend were talking about Agron and Nasir and this kind of just came into my head. Also its unedited, so sorry for any major grammar/spelling mistakes! Thanks for reading! :)