The way Blaine responded, his body language — it was painfully obvious how little he enjoyed the male’s presence. Hunter felt a tinge of annoyance. Even though the circumstances made sense; to be unwanted was not a nice feeling. Therapy helped him in many ways. One of which was how to catch onto everything. Each tone, each movement — told a story. && Blaine was much too easy to read. Not that he tried very hard to hide his displeasure.
“I’ve moved here, actually.” He was irritated now, but he still wore that fake ass smile. Pretending was his specialty. “Needed a change of scenery,
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I’ve always been drawn to this place. Stars, good coffee, open brick apartments. What about yourself?” He wanted to think he didn’t care, but one part of him was genuinely interested. Though he hated it, Hunter was fond of Blaine at one point. He was a brilliant leader, and never backed down. He was an admirable man once. Now Hunter just saw a shadow of a man, clearly not living up to his full potential. Typical. “Doing anything SPECIAL? Or just getting by?”
Moved here? Great. Then again? New York City was a big place. Big enough that a chance meeting like this wasn’t bound to happen too often. That fact alone made the news more digestible once Blaine thought it over. Where Hunter was fond at him at one point? The feeling was never mutual. Not upon first meeting down to the last nitty, gritty pencil shaving embarrassment that he brought on Dalton and the Warblers for no reason other than his own idiotic mistake in thinking they ever needed a leg up–and an illegal one at that–to win. Hunter was a creep by the definition of the word and Blaine never shed a single tear at the idea of never seeing him again.
Yet–here they were. In a coffeeshop and Blaine won himself the fantastic opportunity of doing exactly that. All for the want to get his morning medium drip. Could a year or so do Hunter any favors in making him a more tolerable person? Hazel eyes flicked a measuring, thoughtful stare across Hunter’s. Debatable. But why not stick around, talk, and see if he could be proven wrong. Honestly? Blaine hoped he would be and that Hunter became less psychotic matured since he found himself tossed out of Dalton. We’ll see? “Me,” he asked with both brows lifted up, “Oh! Going to NYADA and dabbling in some performances here and there. When I have the time. Doing much better than getting by. Thanks. Have you made any decisions on what you’ll be doing now that you’re living here? Or just trying to figure that out once you get settled?”
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