“Blaine, can I talk to you about something, please?” Mason asked, pulling the bowtied dapper president of the student body aside because he was just nervous. “I– I need to talk to you about something. About your past- er, in specifically Dalton.” The twin was so nervous even talking about this because he hadn’t mentioned it to Madison. He hadn’t talked to anyone about the decision to potentially transfer. Hesitating, Mason just grabbed Blaine and pulled him into an empty classroom. “Is the no bullying thing a legit thing at Dalton? And– and do.. I, I mean logically they should let me into an all boy’s school but.. would–” There’s hesitation in the brunet’s voice. He’s frustrated more than ever.
“Is that going to be an issue, do you think? I know the school’s old with tradition and everything.”
Blaine startled and blinked when Mason appeared out of nowhere and he was suddenly pulled aside. The unexpected halt caught him by surprise but the nervousness in Mason’s voice quickly swapped puzzlement for concern. “Sure. Mason are you–,” he was easily led into the classroom but his steps came to an abrupt stop as soon as the jittery boy spoke up again and mentioned Dalton. His past there? What on Earth would Mason want to know about that for? Wait. No bullying policy? Why was Mason concerned about that? Blaine’s stomach sank. Was he so oblivious to what was going on around him that he missed seeing something he should never have missed?
“I–well–no. I don’t think–I don’t know. I mean–I can find out. I don’t think Dalton would turn you away and if it did–there’s options to consider if you really want to be there,” he paused and eyed Mason closely barely believing they were having this conversation. “Is that why you’re asking. You’re thinking of transferring? Can I ask–why? What’s going on, Mason?”
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