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“I never did understand the bowtie,” Duran said absently. “I barely know how to tie a regular one, let alone a bowtie.” He grinned, eyes dropping down to admire Blaine’s accessory. He didn’t like to admit that he had help every morning from someone different at Dalton before faculty caught him, but then again, Blaine didn’t seen like the type to judge anyone. “The look suits you though. Now I can’t picture you going without.” Maybe he was flirting a tiny bit; Blaine was cute enough, how could he not? He knew better than the push boundaries, since Blaine did transfer to be with someone else.

He didn’t want to keep talking about pole dancing. There was no reason to start bragging now, and Duran also didn’t want to keep talking about Dalton. He liked it here, yeah, but there had to be more to Blaine than how cool he used to be here. Even if Duran wanted to actually go on about that. (he was starting to feel like he was developing a crush on the former Warbler.)

“So,” Duran said, shifting in his seat. “What kind of movies do you like watching?” Maybe if they happened to ever meet outside of school, they could easily kick back and chill. There was no reason to keep things that polite and professional. “Maybe we could get together sometime and hang out at my place. You can meet my brother, and oh, you’re more than welcome to bring your boyfriend, too.”

“You know?  I can teach you,” Blaine felt the heat of his cheeks rise a few notches but he tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.  Was it because of the comment on how Duran couldn’t picture him without a bowtie?  Or was he picking up on the subtle flirting?  Who’re we kidding?  It was Blaine and his capability to be occasionally oblivious was legend to anyone other than himself. Definitely the comment on the bowtie.  Maybe. Noticing the temperature on the sides of his paper cup dropped to lukewarm–he finished off the coffee with a couple sips.  Another?  Plenty of time left in his day and he was enjoying himself. Why not?

Looking up from the paper hand protector he idly fiddled with–Blaine gave Duran a curious head tilt but the other boy’s quick correction had him smiling broadly before he could reply.  Hearing him quickly add Kurt to the invitation was sweet enough that his eyes brightened and twinkled reflecting the laugh he forced back.  “Thank you.  I appreciate you inviting Kurt.  You didn’t have to seeing as how you don’t even know who he is. Or what he’s like.  It’d mean a lot to him and does to me, too,” his lips formed the words carefully stressing that it wasn’t necessary for Duran to feel any pressure to invite yet another stranger into his home.

They could all meet here first if that were the case?  See if him and Kurt got along?  Though he figured they probably would?  Jumping too far ahead much?  Movies!  They were talking about movies.  “I like almost anything, really.  As long as it’s not the horror stuff,” his face resembled someone biting into a lemon coated in something even more sour, “Not a fan.  I like fantasy, dramas, suspense stuff is okay?  Even the occasional action movie if it’s the right kind. Science Fiction would be at the top of the list though.  How about you?”