So I just realized I didn't include the song in the last chapter. It was "First Time" by Lifehouse in case you were wondering. Also Officially over 50 reviews! YAY! Thank you all for reviewing.

I think most of you will be happy with Blaine. Though he's made some mistakes, (AVGC, Silly Love Songs, BIOTA, Sexy) I still love him. ;) Kurt's not perfect either, but their perfect for each other.

Anyway… On with the story.

Previously…

He pulled out the phone and flipped it open.

1 New Video Message from Unknown.

Blaine's eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Blaine went to open the message but then a different in coming call flashed on the screen. Blaine smiled as a picture of his boyfriend filled the screen.

"Hello, beautiful."

Kurt blushed at his boyfriends greeting. He sat in his silk pajamas curled up in his dorm room.

"Are you talking to yourself again Blaine? I think that we should look into specialists because I'm not equipped to deal with insanity."

"The only crazy I am is crazy for you. My beautiful, gorgeous, incredibly talented boyfriend."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine's cheesiness.

"So how did the competition go?"

Blaine chuckled at Kurt's quick change of subject. One day he would get Kurt to take a compliment about his looks.

"It was a tie. Shuester couldn't pick a winner. Me and the guys are actually at your house right now celebrating with pizza and video games."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize. I'll let you get back to-"

"Kurt!" Blaine laughed. "It's fine. I'd rather be talking with you. So how was your day?"

"Ugh," Kurt scoffed. "You would not believe! So today we had an transfer student from Paris-"

"Oh, a French boy? Should I be worried about the competition?"

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"As if. There will never be any competition when it comes to you Blaine. And anyway the guy is a complete asshole. Today when he auditioned, he forced me to dance with him. I tried to pull away but he literally had a his hands locked around my wrists and then he just lets go and I go flying back right into-"

"Oh my God. Kurt, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Luckily Cameron caught me before I hit the ground."

Blaine frowned at the name.

"Cameron?"

"No competition, remember Blaine?"

"I know. I know. I just… I just don't want you to get hurt Kurt. I promised I would protect you. Remember? Maybe I'll come up this weekend and set things straight with all the Dalton boys that you're mine. Especially this new guy."

"His name is Sebastian Smythe."

"Like the crab?"

Kurt shook his head and smiled softly, "Yes Blaine. Like the crab."

"I hate crabs."

"I thought you liked crab."

"Yeah, well, now I hate them."

Kurt giggled at the curly haired boy's ridiculousness.

"Okay, Blaine. Whatever you say. Unfortunately I have a French test tomorrow so I must get some sleep."

"You'll do fine Kurt. You're practically fluent. But anyway. I'll see you Friday, okay? I'll bring takeout and we can hang out in your dorm."

"You know, I have an extra bed here. You can stay the night, if you want. And you know, if your grandmother permits."

Blaine's smile returned once more and was so wide it almost hurt.

"I would love that," he forced himself to reply calmly.

Kurt bit his lip, "I'll see you Friday."

"Good night, Kurt."

"Night Blaine."

As soon as Kurt hung up Blaine bounced a bit on his heels in excitement. Then he remembered the video message.

He opened it and saw exactly what Kurt had described. Kurt's arms flailed slightly and he closed his eyes in, no doubt, preparation for his impending fall. But then arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Kurt looked both confused and relieved, and as the scene continued increasingly uncomfortable. But he couldn't miss the way in which Cameron was looking at his boyfriend. Oh yes, he'd be going to Dalton that weekend. And everyone was going to know just who Kurt belonged to.

If asked, Kurt would vehemently deny that he squealed and swung his legs like a thirteen-year-old girl when his boyfriend hung up. He absolutely did not!

He did however start to panic a bit. Blaine was staying over! He had to clean and pick out an outfit and-

Kurt stopped. Blaine was staying over. Like with him, in his dorm, alone. Kurt blushed as his mind ran away from him. No interruptions, complete privacy.

Oh, this weekend would be amazing.

Sebastian frowned when he saw Kurt pass him the next morning. The pale boy was smiling and laughing with his friends and his eyes were sparkling with a new excitement. Where were the tears, the dejection? He had sent the video to his boyfriend yesterday. Shouldn't they be broken up?

He waited in the corner when he spotted a certain brown haired boy. He reached out and grabbed him by the back of his blazer.

"Hey!"

"We have a problem."

Cameron glared at the slightly shorter boy as he smoothed out his blazer.

"Well…" He trailed off clearly annoyed.

Sebastian gestured towards Kurt and his friends.

"They are obviously still together. What are we going to do?"

Cameron sighed and rubbed a hand down his face.

"Listen Sebastian. I really like Kurt, but he is obviously really happy with his boyfriend. I don't want to ruin that and have him hate me. If he's happy… than I'll just have to be happy too."

Sebastian stared incredulously at the other boy.

"So that's it? You're just giving up?"

"Yeah. It was wrong of us to try and break them up in the first place. We need to move on, Sebastian. This is just the one thing that you can't have."

Sebastian watched as Cameron walked away towards his own group of friends.

Fine, I'll break them up myself.

"Warblers!"

Wes banged his gavel, a little too happily, to get all of the teenage boys to settle down.

"As you all should know, Sectionals is one week from Friday. We will be facing off against the New Directions and Oral Intensity. We have to really solidify our two songs for the competition because the New Directions crushed us last year. Though, now we do have a strong lead vocalist from behind enemy lines."

Kurt rolled his eyes. If they won, which he would really love but knew was probably not likely to happen, it would be thanks to everyone. The Warblers moved as a unit, if one messed up, they all messed up. Such was the way of a cappella groups.

"However, we have a new set list for the competition."

The Warblers began to protest, not liking the idea of changing the songs so close to the competition date.

"What!"

"Sectionals is less then two weeks away!"

"How will we be ready in time?"

Wes banged his gavel once more.

"Quiet!"

"After careful deliberation from the council and a few suggestions from other Warblers," Dave continued, looking pointedly at Kurt, "We have decided to do more classic a cappella numbers. We know it is not in the Warblers usual style, but we need to pull out all of the stops to beat the New Directions. Also we will have a number where many of the Warblers will have small solos."

"Anyway," Thad began. "We will be practicing until five everyday this week and next week so do not make any plans."

"So let's begin. From the top Kurt."

The New Directions sat gathered in the choir room.

"Alright guys. The performances for the Broadway assignment were phenomenal, but now we have to prepare for Sectionals. I have decided that for sectionals we will be doing… drum roll Finn…"

Finn quickly obliged.

"Michael Jackson!"

The glee club broke out into excited cheers and comments.

"Yes, I have decided that we'll be doing-"

Blaine smiled, very happy with the teacher's choice. Mr. Shuester continued to describe what they would be doing but he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face the dark diva.

"Dish, B! How is my boy doing? I haven't talked to him since we crashed his Warbler's rehearsal on Monday."

"He's good. I talked to him last night. A new transfer student joined the Warblers. He seems like a bit of trouble. I'm going up to Dalton on Friday."

"Ooo. And will you be leavin' at a decent hour or sneakin' in late?"

Blaine blushed, "Uh, actually I'm staying over. Like for the night. I already told my grandmother and she'd fine with it."

Mercedes eyebrows shot up.

"And what about Mr. H? Do you want to get shot?"

Blaine laughed nervously, "Kurt told me he didn't actually have a gun."

"Oh, B, you best start runnin' if you want to last the weekend."

"Um, actually, I'm pretty sure Kurt talked to his dad about it."

"Mr. H? Agreeing to his baby boy havin' a boy stay the night? Yeah, when hell freezes over."

Blaine grimaced, "I'll guess I'll just talk to Kurt."

"Alright. Alright. So, let's begin shall we," Mr. Shu finished.

Sebastian Smythe was not one to give up easily. Even as he smiled falsely at the other Warblers and was forced to sing back up to gayface he was getting ready. For what, he wasn't sure yet. But when he wanted something, he always got it. And he wanted Blaine Anderson.