jane.

“Blaine! Do you really think this is a good idea?” Jane hissed to the older Warbler as the two of them walked down the corridor in Dalton Academy. She was genuinely worried right now because this was after curfew and all the rooms were locked. There were tons of other chances to actually sing together and Jane didn’t actually want to push it.

Her hand touched the boy’s arm trying to get him to stop picking the lock. “Blaine! You do realize that they’ll be thinking of any opportunity to kick me off the Warblers and if we get caught this is sure reason. I’d be putting a bad name for sneaking around Dalton late at night.”

“No, Jane, I don’t think this is a good idea.  I think this is a great idea.  Huge difference there,” he grinned as he finished leading Jane down the dark hallway with only the moonlight shining in through large floor to ceiling stained glass windows and sconces shining amber in their little crannies to light the way.  Not that Blaine needed them.  He could find his way to where they were going in pitch black dark if he needed to.  The mischievous glint in his eye said he meant every word he giddily whispered back.

“Listen,” he kept working on the lock not mentioning the fact that he had a key.  Why?  Blaine was just in the right mood to see if he ‘still had it’.  His tongue stuck between his lips and a determined flinch of his jaw in concentration later?  When the lock gave with a feather light click–he grinned the grin of a person on the receiving end of a one sided joke.  “If we get caught–I’ll take the blame and say it was my idea.  Deal?”  The door opened with a whine of metal against metal.  “If they’re going to make it difficult for you–then I’m going to give you all the advantage that I can.  Sure it might be cheating but—in this case?  Cheating is a relative term that I am choosing to ignore,” his hand gestured into the dark room, “Ladies first.”