duran.

          “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.