duran.

Duran wasn’t sure a bright red blush, and a choke of his drink was an appropriate reaction to Blaine offering to teach him how to tie a bowtie. Blaine had a boyfriend, and they’d just barely met. There was no way Duran should already be this flustered at the thought of being in close proximity to someone so cute. He tried to regain control, pretending he was just choking briefly and that his reaction had NOTHING to do with the offer. “Yeah,” he said with a grin. “I’ll have to take you up on that sometime.”

He leaned back and took a couple of deep breaths until his breathing returned to normal. It was enough to let him respond to Blaine. “Yeah, I mean, yeah. I don’t know him, but it might be fun. Plus I don’t want to seem like I’m doing something wrong.” He didn’t want to outright admit he was afraid that this Kurt would be jealous and insecure. He figured if he offered a preemptive olive branch, things would go a lot more smoothly between all parties.

“I’m not a fan of science fiction,” Duran admitted. He felt a sense of guilt admitting that, even if he couldn’t explain why. It had just never appealed to him much before, and his brother has tried several times. “I love action and suspense though.” Even if they couldn’t agree on the genre, there were still several movies they could pick from. “I’ll even take a good action comedy. That’s probably my favorite.” He grinned. 

Killing a guy by offering to show him how to tie a bowtie was not on Blaine’s list of things to do today.  By the looks of it?  He almost did.  Duran’s reaction had a similiar one in Blaine though his was more internal than broadcasted for Duran to see.  His throat tightened, fingers gripped onto his coffee cup til the color in their tips bled out and he almost asked him if he was okay. Yet–he didn’t.  Judging by the sheer suddenness of the display–Blaine had a good idea that Duran had no inkling that it was coming and he wasn’t going to embarrass them both by pointing it out.

“I was–I mean if you want to learn?  The offer’s there.  Any time,” was all he’d say to it before moving onto greener–and more comfortable–pastures.  Patiently waiting until Duran could talk easier, he ignored that he felt his own cheeks growing warmer in the meantime and nodded. “Yeah.  I think it would be fun.  A lot of fun.  I’ll ask Kurt if–hm?  Something wrong,” he took the conversation back a sentence or two. “No. You haven’t done anything wrong by inviting me.  Why would–.”   Oh!  Oh?  The 40 watt shine from the lightbulb in his head amped up to 100 watts and so did the coloring dusting Blaine’s cheeks.  “Right.  Right.  No.  No.   Nothing to balk at or side-eye. Promise.”

Jumping back onto the topic of movies–Blaine laughed off Duran’s dislike of his favorite genre shrugging it off. “It’s okay. I’m finding out since Dalton?  I think I know one or two people as into it as me.  Action comedies are great. Kurt’s more the Breakfast At Tiffany’s and Moulin Rouge type but I’m sure we can all find something to agree on.” Or at least the two of them could while Kurt begrudgingly sat through Hot Fuzz or 21 Jump Street?  Oh boy.  There’d be a cheesecake owed after a night spent doing that.