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In spite of his current reason for answering Sebastian’s invite to Dalton for a party off the record? Meaning most of the Warblers were holed up in one of the unused parts of the attic upstairs getting hammered the night before Spring Break–Blaine’s lingering so-so mood took a complete 180 degree turn into one of the best he’d been in for months. Laughing his way out of the room and practically falling over his feet–the banister and his quick grip preventing him from losing a few teeth against the marble floor–Blaine stumbled away from the noise upstairs in favor of wandering off.

It felt good to be here.  Too good.  The conversation he made Sebastian promise they’d stop having–mainly him coming back–kept returning to the front of his mind repeatedly.  Yes.  Time to leave them to finish out their night.  He was in too great of a mood to stop humming to the tune in his head making it enough noise to drown out the chatter from Sebastian lingering in his thoughts.  Oh and getting away from that Hunter guy he still wasn’t overly impressed with was an added bonus.  Bouncing a shoulder off the wall–Blaine patted it and gave it an apologetic look stopping his solo performance for concentrational purposes.  Way too drunk to drive and not wanting to leave but not wanting to admit that either–he stopped in front of Trent’s door thinking he’d say hello and taunt him for not showing up.

Problem was?  He missed the right door by two and was already knocking barely letting it open before he launched into a louder than usual, “Trent!  I’m seriously offended that you shrugged off–,”  huge grin that grew while he waited greeted–Oh!  Duran.  Totally on purpose right?! RIGHT!  “He-hey–you aren’t,” his expression turned from giddy to dumbfounded. “Duran! What..  Did I get the wrong door?  I did,” a hand slapped over his mouth and his apology was muffled and barely made sense, “I’m so sorry.”