Hi! I am now writing constantly, so no worries! … I hope. Anyways, enjoy!

Blaine sighed, entering the room and dropping his bag down on his desk chair.

"Well, I think that went better than expected." David said cautiously, quietly closing the door behind him.

Blaine sank into the depths of his bed forlornly and looked up at David, helpless.

"Okay. So maybe it could've gone better. Think of it this way," David pulled Blaine up from the bed, "At least they didn't tear our heads off."

Blaine flopped back down, "I can't believe they didn't tell them. I mean, they're his friends."

David paused, thinking of a way to stop Blaine from being so sullen.

"How would you like to kill some people?"

After much hustle and bustle of choosing and setting up the game ("I don't care how hot you think Cloud is, Halo helps blow off more steam!"), the room settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the explosions in the background.

Suddenly a door slammed. Specifically, their door, accompanied by Wes.

"Wes, what are you doing here?" Blaine yelped, startled by the slam. Thankfully, David paused the game instantly.

"Why are you here?" David asked, wanting to get back to the game.

"Well? What happened with Kurt? I haven't seen you guys since early this morning!" Wes asked, blissfully unaware of the current situation.

Blaine gulped nervously, running a hand through his hair, effectively letting the curls free from the gel prison. David simply sighed, not wanting to go through this again.

"I'll be out in a minute Wes. Just, go before Blaine has a panic attack." David said.

"Hey! I'm not having a panic-" Blaine was interrupted as he hiccupped and his breath hitched.

"Are you sure? He looks like he needs some water or something." Wes said, eyebrow raised.

"God. Just, yes. I'm sure. I'll be out as soon as Blaine stops hyperventilating." David said absently, trying to calm Blaine down.

True to his word, Blaine was soon gasping for breath, David was trying to make Blaine take deep breaths, Wes silently snuck out of the room, unnoticed, and the Warblers outside immediately pleaded him for information.

In other words, utter chaos.

Finally, Blaine stepped out of his room, needing a drink of water for his parched throat.

He didn't expect all the Warblers and various other Dalton kids lining the halls, sitting, and looking up at him apologetically.

Eventually, it was Thad who spoke first, "We're sorry Blaine. Wes told us what happened when he asked. We guess it didn't go down well. We won't pressure you to tell anyone. If they do, we have… other ways of dealing with it." he smirked, holding his fist up triumphantly.

Blaine's eyes widened in realization as to what he was referring to.

"I'm staying out of this." David murmured before closing the door behind him and effectively locking out everyone.

"Wai-" Blaine sent a fleeting look towards the safety of the door before giving up, "Okay fine. You want to hear about it, you will. Kurt fell 10 feet off the ground from his bedroom window. He's got amnesia and he thinks we're still together. Are you all freaking satisfied?" Blaine started to yell.

There was an eerie silence in the Dalton halls for a few minutes afterwards.

"Well this is awkward." Jeff said, before being elbowed by Nick. He whimpered in pain and looked to the rest of the group saying, "I'm going to get something to eat from downstairs. Anyone wanna come with?"

Suddenly, it seemed like a gust of wind was blown and in a nanosecond all of the boys who were previously lining the halls were gone.

"Is it over?" David said meekly from a crack in the door.

Blaine chuckled, "Yeah. It's over."

"Phew," said David, wiping his forehead, "I thought they'd never leave. I swear, you could cut the tension with a butter knife."

"Well, at least I got them off my back for a while." Blaine sighed.

"Yeah. Your back. They'll be coming for me soon. I just hope I can get out of the city fast enough for that…" he murmured.

Blaine chuckled, "Probably not. At least, not with Thad on your trail. I swear, that boy followed me for three days straight before catching me and bringing me back to Dalton, thrashing and all."

"And when was this?" David asked, arching a brow.

"Remember when I was still in my shell with my rebellious streak?" David nodded fondly at the memory, "Yep, I wanted nothing more than to escape Dalton. And I was almost there too. Honestly, sometimes I wonder about Thad's sanity." Blaine shook his head in dismay and shivered.

"You question Thad's sanity? Well that's incredible. I question your judgments sometimes as well, Blaine." David chuckled. Suddenly, Blaine burst into laughter as well, David trailing not so far behind.

The laughter quieted down over a few minutes, to which Blaine became thoughtful.

"You know, I'm gonna miss you and the other Warblers." Blaine said wistfully.

"Wait. What do you mean miss? We'll be right here…" David trailed off as he realized that's not what Blaine meant.

"David, I have to tell you something." Blaine confessed, suddenly very interested with the patterning in the sheets.

David wanted to say a witty comment to try and lighten the mood, but instead chose to stay silent and simply nodded in order to make it easier for Blaine.

"I… I might transfer to McKinley. For Kurt." Blaine said.

"About time." David said, snorting.

"Wh-what? You-you're not mad?" Blaine asked incredulously.

"Of course not. Why would I be mad?" David asked curiously.

"Well, it's like I'm leaving you guys."

"Dude, you're conquering your fears. Why in the world would that be a bad thing?" Wes cut in.

"Hey Wes, how long have you been there?" David asked, turning to the teen nonchalantly. Blaine, however, was too busy being happy that they were okay with it to notice or react.

"Long enough to hear Blaine's confession." Wes said, leaning on the entranceway.

"Thanks guys." Blaine beamed.

"Send us a postcard or an e-mail once in a while why don't you?" Wes asked, winking.

"Will do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a boyfriend to tell." Blaine said, smiling as he ran through the door.

"Man, he's really changed hasn't he?" Wes thought out loud.

"You got that right." David said. But Wes didn't freak out that he'd said that out loud, almost as if he meant to share that with David.

Sorry about the wait. I got sick over the past few days, so I had to check this like, 20 times to make sure it was coherent. Again, I am sincerely sorry about that. Well, until next time!