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[Of course, unbeknownst to either boy, a very familiar figure is about to cross Declan's path. Blaine has been here for three months already, and was starting to settle in. Well, really, he's done less settling in and more catching up on the way things go around this school, but it's not nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. There's only so many times he can flinch at the sound of a slammed door before he finally realizes nothing's going to happen to him. He knows well enough about the tolerance policies, and the fact that he's safe here, but it still hasn't fully sunk in.

For his part, Blaine is just heading up the walk to the main building, coming from the dorms. He's running late for his first period class, and unintentionally bumps into the new student standing there.]

Whoa- I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention-

[Declan flinched at the impact more than he should. The fear of the unknown assailtent making him stumble away quickly his heart racing, his eyes wide behind the dark glasses]

[The glasses throw him a little bit, mostly because it's not exactly dress code, but at the same time it's less about that and more about the face behind those glasses. That face is far too familiar for him to ever mistake it, and he freezes in the middle of picking up his books where he dropped them.]

. . . . . . Declan?

[His stomach back flipped. Blaine? It couldn't be. He was having some sort of flashback, he felt so sure Blaine hadn't-] Blaine? You're... alive?

[Of course, unbeknownst to either boy, a very familiar figure is about to cross Declan's path. Blaine has been here for three months already, and was starting to settle in. Well, really, he's done less settling in and more catching up on the way things go around this school, but it's not nearly as difficult as he thought it would be. There's only so many times he can flinch at the sound of a slammed door before he finally realizes nothing's going to happen to him. He knows well enough about the tolerance policies, and the fact that he's safe here, but it still hasn't fully sunk in.

For his part, Blaine is just heading up the walk to the main building, coming from the dorms. He's running late for his first period class, and unintentionally bumps into the new student standing there.]

Whoa- I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention-

[Declan flinched at the impact more than he should. The fear of the unknown assailtent making him stumble away quickly his heart racing, his eyes wide behind the dark glasses]

[The glasses throw him a little bit, mostly because it's not exactly dress code, but at the same time it's less about that and more about the face behind those glasses. That face is far too familiar for him to ever mistake it, and he freezes in the middle of picking up his books where he dropped them.]

. . . . . . Declan?

[His stomach back flipped. Blaine? It couldn't be. He was having some sort of flashback, he felt so sure Blaine hadn't-] Blaine? You're... alive?