jeff.
Jeff had dragged Blaine down the hallway with the boys once they had all agreed upon pizza to shut the blonde up. His hand was in Blaine’s pulling him towards the stairs and down to the parking lot. He had wished he’d had his car, but his parents had told him after this semester they would bring the car up if he’d maintained the grades and he had so far been doing that as well as keeping up with his extra curriculars that he had par took in on the campus.
Once they had gotten into the car he had made sure that Blaine rode with him and told him about what the campus had to offer and which teachers were more strict with the Dalton standards and which weren’t telling him about how the groups of boys here worked versus what he’d heard of public school cliques he wanted to make sure that Blaine was well informed and even offered him a spot at the Warbler table at meal times so he didn’t feel so alone. He beamed proudly when he’d told Blaine he was now his friend as they had parked the car at the pizza place.
Once out of the car he’d smiled “So what kind of toppings do you like on your Pizza?” he asked his friend Nick by his side just above what Jeff could hear muttering “Your hogging the new kid time let us get some words in” the rest of the boys with them laughing.
Blaine had fears about Dalton living up to the hype that Cooper swore to him was ‘honest to goodness truth, Squirt!’. His brother made Dalton into what sounded way too good to be real. No place could be as accepting as Cooper promised but he was seeing it happen and was still in disbelief. Believing what his brother said wasn’t the issue. Blaine didn’t say the true reasons why but they ate at him over the past two weeks. From the minute–once he was out of the hospital–that his parents brought up the idea of pulling him out of school, Cooper was the one to push them to ‘do what should have been done months ago’.
What Blaine didn’t understand that if his parents knew Dalton was as great as Coop said? Why wasn’t he here sooner? Before he ended up going through so much that Jeff and the others being so kind to him like Cooper swore they’d be? Felt not only like hopeful relief–because it did–but also too amazing to be real. Blaine sat in the car with his fingers laced together still feeling the ghost Jeff’s hand in his. Jeff had no idea how much the connection–one that people only did when they felt familiar and comfortable around someone–meant to him. He couldn’t have but it meant everything. The rest of the conversation was nodded at or given a broad, grateful smile for. Especially a seat at the Warbler table.
Once they arrived–Blaine followed, laughing at the ground when he heard Nick’s complaint. Looking back to the blonde–Blaine shrugged and held the door. It was the least he could do. “I love pineapple. Ham. You name it. I mean. It’s pizza. The more stuff on top the better–right?”
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