Hunter was starting to get concerned. The rest of the warblers were hiding something. Everyone was muttering && standing around in awe. What in gods name could have his team so riled up? Then it struck him, like a lightning bolt to his chest. Blaine Anderson was standing in the choir room, in his Warbler uniform. The commotion finally made sense. He was coming home. It took the group a solid thirty minutes past practice ending for them to leave. Just before Blaine could leave, Hunter made his first approach. “Blaine — may I speak to you? Maybe over coffee? I think it’s only right we have a, discussion.”
Blaine’s first day back at Dalton was full of bittersweet reconnections. The expressions on the faces of his friends was enough to make his heart feel lighter than it had in weeks. There was a sense of walking through the doors and feeling at home. More than he’s felt in ages. Even if the guilt of leaving his friends at McKinley to return to Dalton and ‘exile himself’ weighed heavily on his shoulders and he spent the night taking Sam’s words and thinking about them over and over–this–this felt right. They extended their rehearsal and meeting hours past when it was officially time to go back to the dorms but he was too full of energy to even consider sleeping. That’s why he made plans with Jeff, Nick and Sebastian to meet up in an hour in their old spot. Hearing Hunter call for him–Blaine bit the edge of his lip and turned around. A brow quirked up and he freed that bitten on flesh with a curious smile. “Uh–yeah. Yeah, sure.. I have some time. Coffee would be great.” And here we go.
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