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“I thought about transferring to McKinley,” Duran admitted. “I heard it’s a little more relaxed over there, and the lack of uniforms is sort of a plus.” Hearing Blaine talk about how happy he was with his new friends made Duran sort of sad – he didn’t have personal connections over here. He wanted to, but he didn’t hold the same love for show choir that everyone else had. Singing really wasn’t his thing, but the dancing he could get behind.

“Well, if you want to know more about me,” he started with a grin, “then you should know I’m super into pole dancing.” It sounded strange, admitting that out loud, but it was a love of Duran’s and he liked to think he was already fairly good at it. “I have a pole at home that I play on a few hours a day.” He didn’t want to hog the conversation either, but he supposed it was fair if they kept going back and forth.

“What else do you want to know?” He asked. “Maybe we can go back and forth, unless you have somewhere else you need to be.”

“You have?  I guess those are good reasons for transferring if they’re that important but?  I don’t know.  Dalton is a place I miss every day.  Are you sure you’d want to give it up for jeans and t-shirts,” he shrugged not wanting to come off as some jerkish know-it-all.  Or that he regretted his decision–he didn’t—because that wasn’t his intention.  Blaine never would have imagined that he’d leave Dalton until they forced him out at graduation.  His only reason was Kurt.  Kurt alone had the power to change where he wanted to be.  To be so important to him that he’d leave home because his home was some where one else.  All Kurt.

Giving it up for anything else?  Never.  But who was he to judge or try to sway Duran out of the choice that was his to make?  Quieting down with an embarrassed bow of his head–Blaine’s face clearly showed a flash of confusion in his expression when Duran mentioned he liked poledancing?  Rapid blinks erased his baffled squint. “Sorry.  That’s new and unexpected but it does sound pretty fun.  Like really fun.”

“I don’t have anywhere to be,” Blaine gently smiled and tapped the paper hand protector on his coffeecup. “What inspired you to start poledancing sounds like a great place to begin.”