he was sitting at a table inside a coffee shop near campus, enjoying a black coffee. it was something he desperately needed. his energy was depleted from being up so late the previous night, and getting up early that day. laptop was opened and he was working on his notes for his health and disease class. the final exam was approaching quickly and he wasn’t ready yet. he placed his pen down, only to start rubbing his temples. brown irises look up at nothing in particular across the room. as his eyes focus he sees an unfamiliar face. blaine was standing just a few feet from him. he couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
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i don’t even know why I am surprised to see you here. ❞
Blaine shifted the weight of his brown leather satchel from one shoulder to the opposite as he waited for his coffee. A grateful smile was given to the barista when she handed it over. Oh, he’d been looking forward to this since the class before the one that just finished. The smell alone practically made it worth the wait as he pulled the plastic lid off and inhaled a fresh brew. Stopping at the condiment counter, he grabbed a couple sugar packets and was about to sit his coffee down when a familiar voice caught his attention. No way. Awestruck, he glanced over his shoulder at the source, brows shoved together and blinked. Holy… Nick Duval?
“Nick? No way. How? It’s good to see you! How did I not know you were in New York?”
Cosette had been taken away from her parents by Child Protective Services and she was sent to Ohio, far enough away where they couldn’t reach her. She was walking around the new school, wearing long sleeves and pants to cover up her scars, when she heard music coming from a room. She followed it and it was kids singing, dancing, having fun. The thing she only saw in movies. She looked into the room, the irresistible sound that they were making was amazing.
Blaine slid down off his perch on top of the piano as the song came to an end. Breathless and beaming when Rachel wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. There was absolutely nothing better than starting the day out with a little bit of Hairspray (in spite of Brittany asking him if he should participate and possibly make his choice of hair care product jealous) and the company of his friends. They were about to launch into a Mercedes, Tina, Rachel version of Big, Blonde and Beautiful of when he caught a glimpse of a girl he’d never seen lingering by the door. A squeeze to Kurt’s hand later–Blaine took a few curious steps towards her and gave her a warm, sincere smile in greeting. “Hi. You’re more than welcome to come in, you know,” he offered her his arm and thumbed over his shoulder with the other hand. “I promise you’re about to be in for a treat.”
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