“Am I?” The way Duran was grinning indicated he knew, and considered it a compliment from Blaine. “I guess I am weird. People will catch onto the charm and excuse everything I do anyway soon enough. A dick-slash-Christmas tree made out of lights is just another checkmark on my list.” He smirked and stepped back from the wall and closer to Blaine. The topic change was amusing, and Duran was really excited to tell the warbler what happened. “Yeah, that’s exactly why. I guess it didn’t help that I took my shirt off to do it. To be fair, I was paid sixty bucks for it, and I wasn’t even caught by administration. Best gig ever.”
Consider his mind blown. Just when he thought the penis Christmas tree lights couldn’t be topped? Well.. This IS Duran we’re talking about here. Blaine’s mouth hangs open for a few beats while he lets that visual sink in. A cough cleared his throat (skipping past the reason that it got tight in the first place–no need to hash that out) and he tucked his chin towards his tie while cupping the back of his neck. “You took a bribe,” he quickly corrected himself, “I mean..a payment to go to the Warblers and do a half stripped down dance? Who would even ask you for that? And why?” Half-laughing as his face warmed up–Blaine looked back at Duran’s ‘art’. “How did they react? I can’t picture how Wes or Thad took that. The looks on their faces must have been priceless.”
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