“So, I think I remember seeing you at Dalton before. I never got a chance to actually talk to you, since you were always hanging out with the school celebrities.” Duran rocked back in his chair, making eye contact. “It’s Blaine, right?”
Blaine tossed the wooden stirrer from his coffee into the trash and turned to go when a voice caught his attention. A brow raised as he glanced Duran’s direction heard the name Dalton. Lowering his coffee, his lips quirked in a puzzled smile. “Um–Yeah, it’s Blaine. I just transferred from there actually.” Seeing the blazer the other boy wore made him feel homesick but he took another sip and approached the table. “I’m sorry. I don’t know your name,” but he offered him a hand happy to see someone from his the Academy in spite of it making him miss it.
The confetti was still falling from his shoulders as he and the rest of the New Directions hurried down the staircase leading from the theater into the massive lobby. Bubbling to the brim with excitement from performing, he barely noticed when a stranger came into the mix to wish them luck. So? Said stranger found herself being scooped up into a huge hug complete with being rocked back and forth.
Polishing the whole thing off with a spin to a stop, Blaine cringed as he realized he wasn’t clinging to one of his friends. Annie squeezing him just as tight was the only thing that kept him from bursting into a massive apology for invading her personal space in thanks for her only wanting to wish them well. Pulling back, he gently held her wrists and smiled warmly. “That’s not normally how I say thanks but,” his nose scrunched.
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