barry.

He saw that cringe. Oh, he knew how bad those pictures
were, but he was basically desensitized from it. There
were some cases that would get to him still, things that
made him wonder why people do these type of things to
each other. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to know what
I was working on,” he lightly teased. Arms settling around
Blaine’s waist, pulling him closer as he arched a brow. “You
went to three different high schools? How come?” There’s
got to be a story behind that.

“Remind me to never wonder that again,” he crinkled his nose as he fit his back more firmly against Barry’s chest enjoying how close they were. “I’ll take stories you tell me and try to leave the visuals to you.  I don’t know how you take seeing that.  I admire you for being able to.” Ah, he knew the question would come. Blaine gently rested both of his hands over Barry’s arm and nuzzled into his neck. “Okay.  Well.  My first one was supposedly a great public school.  The best in Westerville. I think it was?  Bottom line–it was till Ohio and me being me?” He held his breath and squirmed around enough that he could tilt his head back and peek up at Barry only seeing his jaw and cheek from the angle but it was enough.  Not wanting to ruin Barry’s mood because of his past–he searched that pale, freckled skin he could see before giving possibly one of the briefest, huh? explanations of why he transferred schools the first time. Not on purpose.  It just came out that way.  “Didn’t work out there the way everyone else would’ve liked to pretend it did.”