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Barry could tell he was confused, not scared though, which he found himself pouting childishly at.  Oh well. It’s not like he was intimidating to look at, Barry knew this, and that was fine. It was something that more often than not, led to many people to underestimate him. There’s a slightly over dramatic sigh that leaves his lips, head cocked to the side as he rolled his eyes. The guy had to get to class, of all things to say, for real? “See, I could just do that, but I don’t really feel like it, I’m sure you can understand,” he took a step closer, “Right?

Blaine subconsciously mirrored the other’s head tilt as confusion bled over into something else at the eyeroll.  A mild annoyance of not knowing why Barry wasn’t going to let him leave the room. What was this guy’s deal?  For some reason–maybe instinct–even in the glint of frustration that pressed Blaine’s lips together into a thin line, a rush of adrenaline seeped into his veins as Barry stepped closer and Blaine tuned into the tone of Barry’s voice. “No, I don’t understand.”  Why was he looking at him like that?  In spite of wanting to keep his ground–Blaine took a tip toe to heel step backwards to keep the distance between them.  “What do you want?”