For Blaine: Dalton bros

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David has only been at Dalton for a few weeks now, but already he has heard about the Warblers. So when he hears acapella strains wafting down the hall, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he follows them.

He stays in the doorway, leaning against the frame a little, to watch the group as they sing.

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He laughed again, relaxing a little. "No, it's quite all right. I don't date much myself," he admitted. "I think a little grace might be required on both our parts."

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"Deal," Blaine said. "And what do you mean you haven't dated much? You have that whole 'hot teacher' thing going for you."

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He blushed, shaking his head. "Ta, though I think you might be the only one to think so."

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"I seriously doubt that," Blaine says with a grin. "You have the accent going for you too, like I said the other day. I'm just glad I asked you out first."

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"Ah, well, I've only just got to the States, so I've yet to capitalize on that feature," David teased. "I don't think you needed to worry about getting to me too late."

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"Are you saying I could have played hard to get for a bit?" Blaine asked, teasing David back.

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"Perhaps for a bit," David said with a smile. "Only, I'd likely have given up at some point."

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"This is a lot more fun, don't you think?"

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"Yes, I think it probably is. I'm...glad you asked."

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"Good," Blaine said. The waitress appeared and took their orders. After she was gone, he focused on David. "So tell me a little more about yourself."

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David shrugged and took a sip of his drink. "What would you like to know?"

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"Why did you become a teacher?" Blaine asked after a moment.

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"Oh, jumping straight to the hard stuff, I see," David said with a laugh.

"It was...sort of an accident?"

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Blaine's brow rose at that. "Okay, now you have to explain."

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"Oh, dear," he said. "I'm afraid I might have made it sound more interesting than it is. I just...I had a degree that I didn't know what to do with, and teaching seemed the easiest thing."

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"In history right?" Blaine ask, clearly by then he knew what David taught at least. "Why history?"

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"And literature," he affirmed, oddly pleased that Blaine had bothered to find out. "I...had a very good teacher," he said with a faint smile. "A few, actually."

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Blaine nodded at that. "That's good. Following in their footsteps?"

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"Something like that. It was...something I was good at, something that interested me."

He sat back a little. "What about you? How did you get into music?"

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Blaine thought about that. "Oh wow," he said. "You may as well as me how I got into breathing... It's always been a part of who I am."

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"When did you start studying? I mean...I assume you took lessons of some sort?"

He's also assuming Blaine's training goes beyond just singing.

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"When I was young. I started with the piano and vocals. Now I know a couple more instruments."

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"Which is your favorite?"

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"The piano. It's very... calming."

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"I love the piano," David said with a smile. "I always wanted to play."