duran.

Duran raised an eyebrow the second the high school was named. He’d only heard of McKinley in passing before, but Duran really had no opinions of it other than they didn’t have to wear uniforms. As much as he loved Dalton, Duran hated the snooty atmosphere half the time, even if some of the boys here were his closest friends. He’d reserve judgement for later though, since he was more interested in making friends with Blaine, since the former Warbler seemed pretty nice. He didn’t seem like the holier-than-thou type, and that reason alone was enough for Duran to feel like they could strike up something. “I hate the blazer sometimes,” he admitted, looking down when Blaine pointed. “I’m grateful for the dress code, but sometimes I feel like I’m sitting through a Pink Floyd video. It also gets really hot sometimes and I just want to jump in a pool and stay there.” Was he rambling? Duran felt like he was rambling.

“Aw, come on.  They aren’t that bad.”  Relieved to not have a dozen vaguely insulting questions about his decision to leave Dalton for McKinley=-Blaine relaxed enough that the tips of his fingers were no longer pale from where they gripped his cup.  He even slid into a chair opposite of Duran.  “I don’t suggest jumping into the pool wearing that, though.  Dry Clean Only,” he grinned easing back and scrunched up his nose and lips into a smirky pout. “I don’t think it’d survive the dunk.  Plus the chlorine?  You’d be wearing a half vest by the time it dried and shrunk. Besides,” his fingers twitched off his coffee and towards Duran.  “Wearing it’s a privilege.  It means you come from a pretty fantastic place.” Did he sound like he missed Dalton as much as he felt inside?  Especially after sitting down to talk to someone wearing the clothing he’d become so fond of once the school began to mean as much as it did.  “Sorry,” he towards his hand as it lifted rubbed the back of his neck laughing embarrassedly.  “I’ll leave out my Dalton fanboy lecture.  I guess I’m more homesick than I’d like to admit.  Sort of snuck up on me. Anyway. How’s Dalton?  Besides making you feel like you might need to burst out into singing about being another brick in the wall thanks to navy blue and red piping.”