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The next day was Saturday, so Kurt was able to go visit Blaine before the big family dinner. Kurt texted him at eleven, the earliest that Blaine might not be sleeping.

Hey, are you awake yet? –K

Am now! :) Why? I didn't sleep through the dinner, did I? -B

It's 11 am, B. And sorry! If you don't want to go back to sleep, can I come over? –K

Yes please! And both my 'rents are gone today, so don't worry ;) –B

Kurt rolled his eyes and hoped that Blaine wasn't going from cuddly to horny, because he didn't want to worry about taking advantage of him in this state. On the drive over to the Anderson house, Kurt contemplated what he was going to do about the Sebastian situation. He and Santana had already planned to catch Sebastian by recording him when he admitted what he put in the slushie—but it just didn't seem like enough.

Kurt didn't want to put Sebastian's academic career in danger (though that would be nice). He wanted to hurt him, like he hurt Blaine, even though Kurt had never been okay with violence. But where Blaine was concerned, things were different. Everything was different.

Kurt used the spare key this time and made the trek up to Blaine's room. When he entered, Blaine was lounging against his headboard, already looking half-asleep while he waited for Kurt.

"Aw, honey, you could've just said you wanted to sleep longer," Kurt said softly when Blaine met his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. Blaine blinked a little too long and smiled.

"No, I wanted to see you," he mumbled. "I've slept enough in the last two days for a million people." Kurt rolled his eyes at the exaggeration. "Come sit with me." Kurt wriggled under the covers again, depositing his bag and jacket on the armchair.

"How are you doing?" Kurt asked. He tugged Blaine into his arms. Blaine made a face, but he immediately melted into Kurt's hold.

"I'm so bored. All there is to do is sleep! The doctor said I can't watch movies or read because it'll be a strain on my eye, or something. What else is there to do? I think the medicine is wearing off, too. Or at least I'm getting used to it." Blaine sighed, reaching up and rubbing his injured eye without thinking.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped. Blaine whimpered and flinched, curling further into Kurt.

"Ow, ow, I forgot," he moaned. "Shit." Kurt rubbed up and down his arm, and smoothed the pained lines of Blaine's face with his thumb.

"Be careful," Kurt murmured, kissing each of his cheeks, and then pressing one as lightly as possible over the eye patch. Blaine smiled once his eye stopped throbbing. He yawned and leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder.

"Talk to me," he said. "Tell me what's happening at school."

Kurt did tell him, leaving out the parts about what him and Santana were doing. He knew Blaine wouldn't want him to do anything, and he didn't want him to worry. Plus, he didn't want to bring up the Warblers if Blaine didn't want to talk about it. He didn't even know if Blaine had thought about what they'd done.

When Kurt stopped talking, Blaine was quiet for so long Kurt was sure he'd fallen back to sleep. Kurt hummed softly and ran a hand through his hair repeatedly. Kurt could fall asleep himself like this; Blaine was warm and heavy against him.

Kurt's eyes snapped open when Blaine started trembling against him. Kurt thought he was just cold at first, so he pulled him closer and rubbed his arms, but when he looked down there were tears running down Blaine's cheeks. Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's neck, trying to hide them, but then Kurt just felt them on his skin.

"Blaine," he whispered, his heart sinking. "Honey…" Kurt kissed his forehead and rocked him back and fourth.

"Why…" Blaine swallowed thickly and tried to wipe the tears off his cheeks. "I thought they were our friends, Kurt. I d-didn't want to a-abandon them! They tried to slushie you, when they knew…and they d-didn't help, and I—I," Blaine choked off in a breathless sob that broke Kurt's heart so that his chest actually ached.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt whispered, his own voice heavy with tears. "Oh, baby I'm sorry—"

"They were going to hurt you," Blaine said, sounding suddenly angry. He was sobbing freely now, and Kurt just shook his head and pulled him closer, because he knew that's not why Blaine was upset.

He knew Blaine was holding on to that shred of hope that The Warblers, their friends, hadn't known that the slushie had been tampered with. Blaine hoped that they wouldn't do something so cruel. But he had trusted them, and even while he was apparently screaming on the ground (he didn't remember much until after he left the hospital), they left. They left him there. The reason it hurt him so bad was that they had betrayed him. If the roles had been reversed, Blaine would've been at their side in a heartbeat.

"What if they knew?" Blaine sniffed, trying to calm down. His chest was heaving and he wiped the tears from his face, but they just seemed to keep coming. "What if they knew there was…stuff in it? Oh my God."

Blaine breathed raggedly into Kurt's collarbone, and fisted Kurt's probably very expensive shirt with desperate hands. Kurt kissed his head and didn't push him away, and Blaine couldn't seem to let go, anyway.

Kurt really didn't know what to say as he wiped a few tears from his own face.

"I'm sorry, baby," he breathed. "I'm so sorry. They don't…they don't deserve you. They don't," Kurt said more firmly when Blaine shook his head quickly. "You're the sweetest, bravest, most beautiful boy in the whole world."

Blaine got choked up for an entirely different reason—he knew Kurt loved him, he did, but Kurt wasn't one for heartfelt speeches and bouts of cheesiness like Blaine was.

"I love you so much, Blaine, " Kurt said. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and failed. "I love you, but why did you do that? If you had just let me take that stupid slushie you wouldn't be having surgery!"

Blaine jerked his head up to stare at Kurt's distressed face.

"Kurt…" he sighed. "No, Kurt, don't…" Kurt wiped furiously at the few tears that dribbled down his cheeks, but Blaine leaned up and kissed most of them away. "Don't cry, Kurt. I wanted to do this. I mean, I know I didn't know that it wasn't a regular slushie but…"

"Why did you do it?" Kurt asked shakily. "It was just a slushie." Blaine smiled faintly and blushed.

"I didn't want you getting that all over your jacket," Blaine admitted sheepishly. "I know how particular you are about your clothes, and I didn't want it to be ruined. And I didn't want your eyes to sting, because I hate seeing you in pain." Kurt stared at him in amazement, until Blaine's expression suddenly turned stony.

"He tried to hurt you, though," Blaine said. "Sebastian. I can't believe I trusted him…and to think he was going to try to hurt you…I never would have—"

"Blaine," Kurt smiled. "It's okay. Well…no, it's not okay, but we can't do anything to change it. But I forbid you to ever talk to that dick again, okay?" Blaine grinned when Kurt let the cuss word tumble pass his lips. "Yeah," Kurt laughed at his expression. "That's how much I hate him."

"I should've listened to you. You know, when you said you didn't like him. I'm sorry, Kurt."

"It's alright," Kurt said gently. "Don't beat yourself up over this." Kurt suddenly did a double take when he realized he hadn't even thanked Blaine yet. Blaine was getting surgery instead of him.

"Thank you," Kurt said fervently. "Seriously, Blaine. Thank you so much." Blaine smiled bashfully and ducked his head against Kurt's chest.

"People do crazy things," he said, "when they're in love."

"Oh my God, you did not just make a Hercules reference." Blaine laughed, shaking Kurt's entire body, and kissed him on the chin.

"You wouldn't love me if I didn't come up with all these cheesy Disney lines."

"Okay, honey," Kurt sighed in pretend exasperation. "You keep telling yourself that." Blaine's whole body buzzed happily at the endearment. The two boys hadn't really used a lot of pet names before. But Blaine had noticed (even in this state) that ever since he got hurt, the endearments tumbled past Kurt's lips like he had been saying them forever.

"I love it when you call me honey, honey," Blaine murmured, closing his eyes. He couldn't see Kurt's face, but he heard him breathe out shakily when he leaned down to kiss Blaine again.

()()()

Blaine knew he must have fallen asleep, because when he blinked his eyes open his body was warm, heavy, and drowsy, and he couldn't get his eyes open more than halfway. He groaned sleepily and wondered what had woken him up.

"Hey," Kurt's voice whispered. "Sorry I woke you up. You don't have to come for dinner if you want to sleep, Blaine."

Blaine stared at Kurt's face in confusion, when he could finally make out his boyfriend's blurry profile through his haze of sleep. Was it just him, or did Kurt look even more beautiful like this? He was kneeling next to Blaine, a soft expression on his face, and he leaned forward to stoke down Blaine's side.

"Huh?" Blaine garbled intelligently. He lifted his hand to rub his eyes, but Kurt stopped him in time with a grip to his wrist.

"Don't rub your eye," he chastised. He didn't repeat himself right away—he figured he should let Blaine wake up a little bit before he made him think. Blaine blinked slowly for a while, and Kurt thought he might actually fall back asleep, but then Blaine glanced over at his clock.

"Oh my God," Blaine exclaimed, jolting up so fast that he gave himself a head rush. Kurt hurried forward to steady him with two hands on his biceps. "I slept for that long? God, Kurt, I'm sorry! You should've woken me up, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

Kurt smiled fondly and rolled his eyes.

"You need your rest Blaine," he said. "You're exhausted. And besides, I like sleeping with you." Kurt winked at him and Blaine couldn't help but grin back. "Do you still feel up for dinner?"

"Dinner, yeah!" Blaine said quickly. "I just need to change, and oh shit my hair—" Blaine tugged helplessly at his wild curls, and almost tripped over his own feet when he jumped out of bed. Kurt caught him by the arms with a stern, but loving, look on his face.

"Your hair is fine," Kurt said. "I told you, I love your hair. Just brush it and it'll be fine." He kissed the tip of Blaine's nose and watched the attractive flush tint his skin. He kissed his lips then, letting his tongue run across Blaine's lips before he pulled away.

Blaine licked his lips longingly and followed Kurt's retreating lips with his eyes still closed. Kurt obliged for a moment, kissing Blaine deeply. He stoked his tongue across the roof of Blaine's mouth, and shivered when Blaine moaned softly into the kiss. Kurt had wrench his lips away from Blaine's before they lost all track of time, like they usually did.

"Okay?" Kurt said. Blaine stared at him dumbly—he honestly had no idea what he was agreeing to.

"Um, sure," Blaine said breathlessly. Kurt chuckled and shoved him gently towards the bathroom. Oh right, his hair.

"Wait, wear this," Kurt said, pulling the maroon cardigan from Blaine's closet. It was the one he wore to Rachel's party, and Kurt didn't like to be reminded of that, but this color was gorgeous on Blaine. "I love this on you."

"Don't tell me what to do," Blaine said playfully, but he snatched the cardigan from Kurt's fingers.

()()()

Blaine was the perfect gentleman, like always. He offered to help with dinner or to set the table, but Kurt and Carole shooed him out of the room to watch the last few minutes of the game with Burt and Finn. Kurt followed him in for a minute, to make sure his dad and his brother were going to behave.

Kurt had figured that Blaine didn't remember his little "proposal" to his dad, but obviously Blaine just hadn't mentioned it to him. When Blaine met his dad's eyes, he blushed harder than Kurt had ever remembered and reached up to tug nervously at his hair.

"H-hi, Mr. Hummel," he stuttered bashfully. Kurt expected Burt to give Blaine the "stern dad" routine, but Burt got the biggest smile on his face instead.

"Blaine!" Before Blaine knew it, Burt was on his feet and wrapping Blaine in an excited hug. Blaine squeaked in surprise, but he hugged him back after a minute. "How are you feeling, kiddo?"

"I'm okay," Blaine said, smiling. He seemed to relax and Burt's welcoming attitude. "it doesn't hurt that bad." Burt rubbed a hand over Blaine's shoulder, and led him to the couch so he could sit down.

Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek and ducked back into the kitchen before he got all misty-eyed in front of his family.

"How's he doing?" Carole asked Kurt, but she knew there was no way Blaine would actually tell the truth if he was hurting. Kurt sighed as he began chopping up the carrots for a salad.

"I think he's okay," Kurt said. "His eye doesn't seem to be bothering him too much. Emotionally, though…" Kurt trailed off and bit his lip.

"Poor Blaine," Carole whispered, glancing towards the family room. "Those boys were supposed to be his friends."

"I know." Kurt gritted his teeth. He stopped his chopping for a second, so that he wouldn't cut his thumb off with the way his hands were shaking. Carole seemed to realize this was a sensitive topic, bless her heart, and didn't pry. Kurt leaned over and kissed her cheek in gratitude after he had finished the salad.

"Dinner's ready, boys!" Carole called once the table was finished and the pasta was done. Blaine looked more cheerful than Kurt had seen him in a while as he bounced into the kitchen, snagging the chair next to Kurt, where he usually sat. Burt winked at Kurt when he sat down across from him.

"So," Burt said when they were all settled and eating in comfortable silence, "Blaine."

Blaine jerked his head up from his plate, where he was eating his chicken as fast as he could without being rude about it. He swallowed first, unlike Finn who would've just said "wha?" with a mouth full of food. Kurt was suddenly worried and wondered how much Blaine had actually eaten in the past two days.

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't call me sir." Burt rolled his eyes. "But Kurt has something he wants to tell you."

Blaine met Kurt's eyes with surprise, probably wondering why Kurt hadn't told him whatever it was this morning. Kurt smiled warmly back at him.

"Give me your hand." Kurt winced—his voice came out whispery and choked-sounding. Blaine gave it to him and squeezed his fingers. He looked kind of nervous now, and Kurt wanted to kiss that look off his face.

"What is it?" Blaine said worriedly when Kurt hesitated. Burt rolled his eyes at Kurt from across the table—he looked like an excited kid.

"Kurt, if you don't tell him in the next two seconds, I'm going to do it!"

"I'm a finalist for NYADA," Kurt said breathlessly. "I'm sorry, was going to tell you earlier, but my dad—" Kurt stopped when Blaine jumped out of his chair and rounded the table. Blaine wanted to run into Kurt's arms, but Kurt was sitting down, so he just plopped onto his lap instead (he realized later that he probably should've thought that one through more).

"Kurt!" he yelled excitedly, throwing his arms around Kurt's neck. He was just inches from Kurt's face now—he had to remind himself where they were. "That's amazing! I'm—I'm so proud of you." Kurt bit his lip and clutched his hands around Blaine's waist—now that Blaine was in his arms, he was reminded of what he would be leaving behind.

"Thank you," he murmured, blinking back his tears. Blaine was all smiles though, and he couldn't help it—Kurt leaned forward kissed him quickly. Blaine kissed back, but he blushed hard once they pulled back. Kurt laughed and pushed him gently off of him. "Go eat," he said.

The rest of the meal was spent with his dad and Blaine grinning at each other, and literally discussing how amazing Kurt was. Kurt was blushing and rolling his eyes, but he looked up to meet Carole's gaze and smiled happily.

He knew his life wasn't perfect by any means, he'd gone through bullying, judging looks, and discrimination, but he had his dad, an amazing stepmom, a caring brother, and the best boyfriend in the world—so much more than he ever thought he would have.

And, God, what else did he need to make him happy? Nothing.

()()()

Kurt was over at Blaine's house again the next day, when Santana called. Kurt picked up the cell phone from Blaine's side table and almost did a double take before he handed it to Blaine.

"Santana calls you?" Kurt asked, surprised. Blaine smiled and rolled his eyes like it was no big deal.

"Just a couple times after the surgery," he said. "Hi, Santana," he answered. "Yeah. Yes, I promise, it's better. I'll be back at school after the surgery. Um, next week? How's Britt? Tell her I'm fine, would you?" Kurt heard Santana murmuring on the other line, but he couldn't really make out what she was saying.

Blaine smiled and leaned back into Kurt's chest, where he sat between his legs. "Oh, I'm not bored, Kurt's here. Uh-huh." Blaine made a face, and Kurt supposed that Santana made a crude joke. Blaine pushed the speakerphone button.

"Santana wants to say hi," Blaine said.

"Hi, San," Kurt said politely. Though, Kurt had to admit, he had developed a soft spot for the Latina ever since she had stood up to Karofsky with him and Blaine.

"Hi, lady lips. Blaine, give Kurt the phone for a minute. Take it off speaker."

"Why?" Blaine pouted. Kurt rolled his eyes and took the phone from Blaine. He took it off speaker and pressed it to his ear.

"Okay," Kurt said.

"How is he?" Santana asked. Kurt had to smile—she knew Blaine wouldn't tell her if he wasn't fine. Kurt chuckled.

"He's fine, really," Kurt assured her. Blaine heaved a dramatic sigh against Kurt.

"No one ever believes me!"

"Nervous for the surgery though," Kurt said softly. He rubbed a tender hand up Blaine's spine and leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck. Blaine melted into his touch gratefully. He forgot to be annoyed that Kurt told Santana he was nervous, but at least Kurt toned it down a little—Blaine was absolutely terrified. Blaine let his head loll against Kurt's shoulder. He listened to little bits of Kurt's conversation with Santana, but when Kurt started stroking his hair he lost the ability to pay attention to anything else.

"Santana says bye, honey," Kurt said softly, tilting the phone to Blaine's ear.

"Bye, San," Blaine murmured back. "Thanks."

Kurt pulled Blaine closer and kissed his neck after Santana hung up.

"Everything's going to be okay," he said. "You don't have to be scared." Blaine shrugged, but he didn't say he wasn't, because Kurt knew better.

()()()

Blaine's eyes still seemed to have the fear in them when Kurt visited him at home after the surgery. Kurt dropped his bag unceremoniously at his feet and strode forward hurriedly to pull Blaine into his arms.

"It's okay," he whispered. "Baby, it's over. You're okay, it's over." Blaine clutched at his hair and back, trying to pull him impossibly closer. He took a shaky breath.

"I'm okay," he repeated, a small smile on his face. "Especially since you're here now."

Kurt didn't even roll his eyes this time, he just kissed Blaine soundly on the lips.

"Will you lay with me?" Blaine asked, almost timidly.

"Of course I will," Kurt said. Without breaking the hug, Kurt scooted them forward so they were both sitting on the bed.

"I asked your dad if I could ask you to marry me," Blaine blurted out suddenly. "I'm sorry, I was on pain medication, and—"

"Blaine." Kurt laughed and tugged Blaine forward, so that he was straddling his lap. Blaine rubbed at his flushed cheeks and buried his face in Kurt's shoulder. "Blaine, it's okay! He already told me about it."

"He did?" Blaine whispered, mortified. "I'm sorry, Kurt, I was…I was on pain meds, I don't know what I was thinking."

Kurt opened his mouth to reply, and then closed it again. Did Blaine…not mean what he said? Not that Kurt wanted him to propose now…but he thought Blaine was actually thinking about their future. Kurt could feel the hurt threatening to surface, but he didn't want to make assumptions.

"Kurt?"

"I…I'm sorry, I'm thinking. Are you saying…that you didn't mean it?"

"Well, I didn't mean to say it to your dad!" Blaine leaned back to look at Kurt's face and blanched. "Oh…you don't think about the future? Oh…God, this is embarrassing." Kurt hugged him tighter and brightened immediately.

"Oh, I do Blaine." Kurt kissed his head, since Blaine was still tense against him and looking down at his lap. "I do. You're talking to the boy who planned weddings when he was little with his power rangers."

"Weddings?" Blaine said quietly.

"Uh-huh." Kurt stroked Blaine's face when he still wouldn't look at him. "Blaine. Blaine, look at me." Blaine finally looked up—his cheeks were still tinged pink. "I love you, Blaine. This next year is going to be nothing. It's going to be hard, I mean, but nothing compared to all the time we have."

Blaine watched him with hopeful eyes, and Kurt was suddenly shocked at himself—Blaine should've known this by now.

"Blaine, someday I'm going to marry you. I don't know who's going to propose to who, but it's going to happen. I don't want to spend my life with anyone else—I love you so much. I'm always going to love you." Blaine whimpered and darted forward, crashing his lips with Kurt's.

"Me too," Blaine said. "Oh my God, me too. I love you so much. I…I am sorry about asking your dad, though. I don't think he was ready to hear that." Kurt grinned.

"Well, he might as well get used to it." Kurt kissed him again, more deeply this time. He felt the happy ache in his chest and the butterflies erupting in his stomach, like they always did when he was with Blaine.

Kurt already knew they were going to last forever. There was no doubt in his mind. Well, at least, he tried not to think of next year, and how much they would miss each other. Kurt focused on Blaine in his arms now, instead.

Sometimes, he wished they could just stay like that forever.

()()()

Kurt woke up, confused, to the sound of a creaking door. He blinked hard and lifted his head to the sliver of light coming in from outside Blaine's bedroom. He thought it was just Mrs. Anderson checking on them again, so he let his head collapse back on the mattress and his eyes slip closed. He sighed and tightened his arms around Blaine's hips.

"Kurt?" the voice asked. Kurt was too disoriented to recognize the voice—he knew it from somewhere, but he just couldn't place it—Kurt suddenly sat up as quickly as he could without jostling Blaine too much.

Blaine moaned softly in protest, sitting up a little in his sleep so that his head was still pillowed by Kurt's chest. Kurt glanced down, but Blaine was still breathing deeply, and his hand against Kurt's stomach flopped back to his side. Kurt dropped his head to bury his face in Blaine's hair—then he glared up at Nick again.

"Nick," he growl-whispered. "What the hell are you doing here?" Nick had the decency to wince a little at the venom in Kurt's voice.

"Well, um, Mrs. Anderson let us in," Nick whispered back. "Oh, and she said to tell you that she called your dad for you." Kurt glanced at the clock, noticing that it was nearly seven.

"Wait, us?"

Nick glanced nervously towards the door. Kurt hoped, that for Nick's safety, that he wasn't stupid enough to bring Sebastian into Blaine's house. And if he was, at least Kurt would have the chance to kick Sebastian's ass.

"Um, the Warblers and I," Nick said. "Minus Sebastian. Of course—of course I wouldn't bring him here. I wouldn't." Kurt was still glaring at him, and Nick didn't like it at all. He hadn't seen Kurt in a while, and he missed him—but he knew he deserved the look Kurt was giving him. "Kurt, we came to apologize." He suddenly smiled. "Oh, and we have a surprise for Blaine."

Kurt glanced down at Blaine, his eyes turning soft.

"You need to leave. All of you."

"But—"

"No," Kurt said firmly. "He's tired, and hurt, and he doesn't need to deal with your attempt to make everything look like it wasn't your fault. Just because you sang Black and White with us doesn't mean anything's changed, Nick. What you did…"

"I know," Nick choked out. His eyes were glistening, like he was about to cry. "But please, please just let us explain, Kurt. Please."

"What did he say?" A loud voice interrupted them.

"Shh!" Kurt and Nick warned at once. Jeff poked his blonde head into the room, along with Thad and Trent.

"Should we send them in?" Trent asked, more quietly than Jeff had.

"No," Kurt snapped. "You guys need to go home."

"Please, let us—" There was suddenly a loud bang from the hallway. All the Warblers and Kurt jumped violently, and Blaine started awake with a gasp.

"Kurt?" He mumbled, "What…" Blaine opened his eyes wider when he saw four of his former friends standing at the foot of the bed.

"Hi, Blaine," Nick murmured, shame in his eyes. Blaine stared wildly between all of them, and then threw his fists over his eyes.

"Okay, I'm definitely dreaming," he said. Kurt's heart ached at the raw pain in Blaine's voice, and he tightened his arms protectively around him.

"You need to leave," Kurt told them again. He finally let some of his guard down—he was beyond pissed at the Warblers, but he was so hurt by what had happened. He let the sadness show in his eyes—that, yeah, he remembered how they had all been best friends, but now it could never be the same.

"Blaine," Nick pleaded. "Blaine, please let us explain. And apologize. We're so sorry—"

"We didn't know there was…rocks, or whatever, in it," Thad interrupted.

"Guys," Blaine said thickly, "Don't—"

"Alright, alright, this has gone on long enough," a new voice said. "There are way to many people in this house, I'm tripping over blazers! Blaine, be your charming, wonderful self and let these boys in so we don't break anything else."

Blaine's mouth gaped open in shock. His door was thrown open, and Wes and David stepped over the threshold with beaming faces. David sent a stern look to the Warblers, and let the other members of the group file into the room so that they were all packed in.

Alarm was all over Kurt's face. He knew Blaine would be excited to see David and Wes, but all the Warblers in here was too much. Blaine's eyes were huge, and Kurt hoped he wasn't going in to shock or something. Blaine jerked out of Kurt's arms and scrambled across the bed.

"David, Wes! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Michigan?" Blaine had the biggest, teary smile on his face as Wes and David stepped forward to hug him at the same time.

"Now, now," Wes grinned, patting Blaine's back before he pulled away. "You didn't think we were going to hear about you having surgery and not come visit you? Cool eye patch by the way, Captain Sparrow. Wasn't that worth it?" The venom in Wes' voice was unmistakable though, and Kurt sighed in relief that there was someone else angry on Blaine's behalf.

"I'm going to kick his ass," David snarled. "Seriously."

"You'll get expelled from University, David," Wes rolled his eyes.

"I don't care."

"Guys," Blaine said. He was staring up at his two friends like an excited kid. "I'm fine, really." Wes waved a hand in his direction.

"Dapper and unconcerned for himself, like always," he said. "Hi, Kurt!" Kurt let the smile form on his face.

"Hi, Wes, hi, David." They all smiled at each other for a minute, but then Wes sighed. He knew this had to be done.

"Now, Blaine, are you going to let these assholes apologize to you, or what?" Blaine ducked his head to look at his feet, and then back up to Wes. He wouldn't look at the Warblers, though.

"I…uh…"

"Blaine,' David said gently. "They're dicks. They messed up—but they care about you, okay? Trent was hysterical when he called us to tell us what happened." Blaine's eyes flashed to Trent, and Kurt could see his resolve wavering. He wanted so badly to believe what David said.

"Blaine," Kurt said gently. "If you want them to leave, just say the word." Blaine bit his lip and shook his head, slowly.

"No…I'll-I'll let them explain."

"Are you sure, honey?" Blaine nodded jerkily—he looked close to tears already.

"Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah." Kurt scooted closer and took Blaine's hand firmly, squeezing his fingers.

"Blaine, Kurt," Nick said, stepping forward. "We're so, so sorry. We didn't know Sebastian put…put something in the slushie! We didn't know it was going to hurt you, Blaine. Sebastian just told us that he…he had something for you, Kurt. We didn't know anything about it, until Sebastian pulled it out. The only one who knew was Cameron, and he's not here either."

Trent grumbled darkly, but he looked hurt, also, that another Warbler would betray Kurt like that.

"Yeah," Jeff said. "We know your experience with bullying, Kurt. We would never…we're your friends. We love you guys."

Kurt suddenly had to look away so that the Warblers couldn't see the tears in his eyes.

"Then why did you walk away when Blaine was hurt?" Kurt demanded, his voice trembling. "Blaine was screaming, but you just…left."

"We know," Thad whispered. "We…we were confused. I know it's not an excuse…but we just thought it was a slushie. We didn't understand why Blaine was screaming, and Sebastian….well he's our captain, we have to listen to him."

Wes grumbled something about they should still have a council, not a captain, but no one looked at him.

"I'm sorry I didn't help you, Blaine," Nick said earnestly. "I looked back and saw you…saw you on the ground, but I didn't…" Nick had to stop for a second and take a shaky breath. Blaine made a whimpering sound at Kurt's side. "I didn't help you. I was scared of what 'we' had supposedly done, and I was scared of Sebastian punishing me if I stayed. Blaine…God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. We're sorry. Kurt, Blaine, you guys are Warblers. You're always going to be Warblers."

All the Warblers looked so sincere and hopeful—Kurt felt a tear slip down his cheek, and Blaine burst into tears beside him. Kurt pulled him into his side, murmuring softly and kissing his hair.

Nick sniffed and wiped his own face. He looked unsure as he looked at Blaine's crumpled face. He rocked forward on his toes, like he wanted to touch Blaine, but he thought better of it.

"But we have something else for you," Jeff said eagerly. "If…if you were still undecided about forgiving us."

Kurt and Blaine's eye widened in realization. The Warblers were all getting into formation, with Nick and Jeff at the front.

"Just so you know," Nick said, winking, "This might be the gayest song we've ever done." Nick smiled at Blaine, until Blaine laughed shakily and smiled tentatively back.

The background Warblers began to sing in their normal "bow wow wow" fashion, and Kurt recognized the beginning to Michael Jackson's I Want You Back. Okay, he had to roll his eyes and smile at the song choice. Blaine sat up a little when Nick stepped forward and began to sing:

Ooo whooooo whoo whooo

Let me tell you now

When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around

Those pretty faces always make you stand out in a crowd

Nick gave a sweeping gesture with his arms, pointing at Kurt and Blaine, and they both started laughing when he wiggled his eyebrows. Jeff took the next part:

But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance is all it took

And now it's much too late for me to take a second look

All the Warblers stood taller, and Kurt could tell this was the part they really meant—the part they wanted Kurt and Blaine to hear. For the first time, all the Warblers let their voice blend together—though Trent and Thad broke off to sing the echo.

Oh, baby, give me one more chance (to show you that I love you)

Won't you please let me (back in your heart)

Oh darlin', I was blind to let you go (let you go, baby)

But now since I've seen you in his arms (I want you back)

Nick and Jeff sang the next part as a duet.

Oh I do now (I want you back)

Ooh ooh baby (I want you back)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (I want you back)

Na na na na

Trying to live without your love is one long sleepless night

Let me show you, boy, that I know wrong from right

Every street you walk on, I leave tearstains on the ground

Following the boy I didn't even want around

Blaine and Kurt were both beaming by now, and all the Warblers joined in on the last part.

Oh baby, all I need is one more chance (to show you that I love you)

Won't you please let me (back in your heart)

Oh darlin' I was blind to let you go (let you go baby)

But now since I've seen you in his arms

All I want…

All I need…

All I want!

All I need!

Oh baby, I need need one more chance, ha! (to tell you that I love you)

Oh baby! Oh! Oh, oh! (I want you back!)

As the Warblers finished, Blaine pried himself from Kurt's side and crawled across and off the bed. Nick and Jeff's face went slack in obvious relief when Blaine opened his arms for them.

Kurt smiled affectionately—he knew Blaine would forgive them, because that's who he was. Kurt thought he forgave them, too. Yeah, they screwed up. But they obviously cared about him and Blaine, and they were so sincere. Kurt stood up and hugged Nick and Jeff, and then Trent and Thad.

"I love you guys, too," Blaine said, his voice trembling. He hugged Nick again, and Nick clutched him back tightly.

"We're sorry," Nick said again, desperate that Blaine would understand.

"I know," Blaine said. "I'm glad…I'm glad we can be friends again."

Jeff grinned and wiggled himself in between Blaine and Nick. He grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him in.

"Group hug!"

Blaine let out a loud belly laugh, the laugh that Kurt had missed since the slushie incident. David and Wes grinned and stepped into the now Kurt-and-Blaine sandwich.

"Let's have a sleepover," Wes said excitedly. "Kurt, your dad knows where you are, so we're good."

"A sleepover? There's 20 people here, Wes!" Kurt protested.

"So? A super up-close-and-personal sleepover, then!"

Kurt laughed and rolled his eyes, glancing over at Blaine, who looked really excited. Kurt sighed happily—his friends were here, and the boy he loved was back to his dorky, excited self.

"My mom won't mind," Blaine said. "If you guys don't mind sleeping on the floor…"

The night was spent watching Star Wars, and afterwards, at Kurt and Jeff's insistence, RENT and Burlesque. They all fell asleep a little after two, Kurt and Blaine curled up under the covers, and Wes and David sprawled haphazardly at the foot of the bed. Nick and Jeff laid on the floor with the other Warblers, their legs tangled together, and whispered in hushed voices.

"I love you guys!" Nick whisper-shouted up to Kurt and Blaine.

"Me too!" Jeff echoed. Kurt and Blaine laughed softly and repeated the sentiment. Kurt swore that those two were gayer than him, sometimes.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked Blaine softly. They were both just a second away from sleep. Blaine yawned hugely and nodded.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "I'm good. Happy. You?"

"I'm happy, too." Blaine yawned widely again and smiled.

'Mmm, good, " he sighed. "I always want you to be happy." Kurt was sure he had fallen asleep, but his eyes suddenly snapped open in distress. "There's just one problem."

"What, baby?" Kurt said, concerned. He tightened his grip on Blaine and kissed his forehead.

"I don't know how the hell I'm going to be able to choose just one best man."

Kurt laughed so loudly that he had to muffle it behind his hand. Blaine pouted, but he giggled when Kurt snorted.

"I'm serious, Kurt!"

"Honey, you can have as many best men as you want, okay? You can have all the Warblers as your best men! Whatever makes you happy. But, God, just not Sebastian."

"You make me happy, Kurt," Blaine mumbled, almost asleep now. "And definitely no Sebastian."

"I love you, Blaine. Go to sleep."

"I love you, too. G'night."

Kurt smiled lovingly and wrapped one of Blaine's curls around his finger. He was so happy with the way everything turned out. They had each other, their friends, and everything, for a while at least, seemed perfect.

Kurt knew, as long as he had Blaine, some of that perfect would last.

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Thanks for reading! What do you guys think? Btw, I know that apparently David is still a part of the Warblers (at least it said his name in the credits on the show), but I like the idea that David and Wes went to college together, so... yeah. :)

And sorry about the long song in there, but I thought the song would be so cute for the Warblers to sing to Blaine, even though Sebastian sings it irl ;P I love the idea that they would sing those lyrics to him, and I love their friendship! :)

But tell me what you guys think, please and thank you! 3

-hopewithfeathers