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“Yeah.”  He nods, suddenly realizing that they were about to genuinely be reintroducing themselves.  Catching up.  Somehow it felt like some sort of surprise.  Perhaps he’d been too expectant of rejection to be prepared for the alternative.  Questions from earlier in the day return to his mind; what Blaine was doing now, if he got into the college he wanted, if he was still with Kurt, if he was pursuing the arts like he wanted to and should have.  “After I graduated from Dalton I went back home basically, went to college to get into forensics and police work- I’m a CSI in Central City now.”  Technically the owner of S.T.A.R. Labs as well, among other things, but he thinks it easier to not mention that than try to explain how he became into ownership of it and open himself up to a new category of questions.

“What about you?  Where’d you go after McKinley?”  He always wished for the best for Blaine.  He hopes he wasn’t wrong in thinking that he would go far.  It was always something of a comfort to him when Blaine had left Dalton and later Ohio all together to think that he would go places.  He was a good person, strong willed and capable.  Barry always wanted to think that at least one person whose life he touched would be okay.

Reacquainting themselves with one another was a lot less awkward than Blaine initially thought it would be.  He sat there, toying with his straw, as Barry told him about his life past Dalton and what he’s been up to all these years.  A CSI?  That was a profession Blaine never would have seen as something Sebastian would choose.  A lawyer, sure.  Or maybe a performer.  Se–Barry was deeply talented.  He was mesmerizing to watch on stage and seemed to enjoy every second he spent performing with the Warblers.  But a CSI?  Like the guys on the television shows dealing with murder and dead bodies all the time?  No.  Blaine wouldn’t have seen that coming for his friend at all.  Impressive as it was.  “Do you enjoy that? Dealing with what you must see day in and day out has to be hard.  I don’t think I could do that.”

“What have I been up to,” Blaine echoed back with a lift of both eyebrows.  A small, uneven smile was given up to the other before aimed down into his drink.  “I..ah.  I moved here right after graduation.  Got into NYADA and things were going really great.  Then not so great.  I took a year away.  Went back to Lima, actually, and ended up working at Dalton.  Believe it or not.” His life was chaotic those first couple of years out of McKinley.  To sum it up in the lightest way possible.  Now, things were quiet and steady.  Lonely but he wouldn’t trade it for chaos again. No matter how quiet some of his nights are.  “Went I came back, I enrolled at Tisch and graduated this past year.  NYU all the way.  Acting and performance studies.”  He smiled and took a sip, shrugging as he shook his head.  “Now, I’m in the slow grind of trying to make a name for myself.  And that long winded explanation pretty much sums up my every day.”