“It’s Duran.” He looked Blaine up and down before looking back up at his face. “I know, weird name. It’s a nickname, actually, but my real name isn’t much different.” He grinned as he fiddled with his blazer. “So tell me. What school did you find that’s way better than Dalton? I hear you don’t have to wear these stuffy uniforms in public high schools.” Not that Duran entirely hated the uniform, it just felt stiff compared to his usual attire of t-shirts and sweatpants. “I wanna hear more about this new school of yours.”
Blaine stood awkwardly as he watched Duran look him over before making eye contact again. “McKinley High,” he hummed hoping to stay away from any downfall of admitting to where he transferred. He knew the opinions most Dalton students had of McKinley. His friends supported him but most of them had it too. Even–at one point–he did for other reasons. Obvious ones that he kept to himself but were far more than surface dislike of thinking you were better than someone. “It’s not that it’s better.” All that aside? To say McKinley was better than Dalton wasn’t true. Even if he enjoyed McKinley it wasn’t Dalton Academy if he was honest–was he horrible thinking that? Skimming past the answer that instantly came to mind, Blaine shrugged. “What do you want to know? No dress code but I do miss the blazer,” he grinned and thumbed towards Duran’s lapel. “Made getting ready so much easier.” Yeah! Sure! Only for that reason, Blaine. “It’s different. Strange being back in public school but the kids are nice–enough.” Mostly.
“So, I think I remember seeing you at Dalton before. I never got a chance to actually talk to you, since you were always hanging out with the school celebrities.” Duran rocked back in his chair, making eye contact. “It’s Blaine, right?”
Blaine tossed the wooden stirrer from his coffee into the trash and turned to go when a voice caught his attention. A brow raised as he glanced Duran’s direction heard the name Dalton. Lowering his coffee, his lips quirked in a puzzled smile. “Um–Yeah, it’s Blaine. I just transferred from there actually.” Seeing the blazer the other boy wore made him feel homesick but he took another sip and approached the table. “I’m sorry. I don’t know your name,” but he offered him a hand happy to see someone from his the Academy in spite of it making him miss it.
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