Four weeks later, Kurt walked down the hall towards his dorm room. After Blaine's punishment, the council had agreed to allow more opportunities for diversity in soloists. While everybody still adored Blaine, there admittedly was a significant boost in morale and enthusiasm for new songs. Blaine obviously hadn't given up solos completely; there's no way Wes and David would have ever allowed that to happen, but he certainly was no longer the face of every song. Since then, nobody brought up Blaine's punishment, knowing that even the slightest jab could result in losing him as a friend and a Warbler. That was the last thing anyone wanted.

Kurt arrived at his door and pulled out his key, juggling his jacket, phone, and bag in his hands as he struggled to get it into the hole. With a bit of difficulty, he managed to open the door and quickly stepped in, rushing to his bed where he dropped everything in a heap.

"Hey Blaine, how was your trig test?" Kurt asked as he began to remove his tie. When he received no reply, he rolled his eyes. "I know you're here, Blaine. Stop messing around." He waited for a response, but receiving none, he decided to put an end to this whole thing and turned around. "Seriously Blaine, I-

Kurt froze midsentence at the sight of Blaine sitting on the edge of his bed with a diaper in his hand and a malicious expression painted across his usually innocent face.

"Blaine?"

"You know, Kurt…" He drawled. "I don't know about you, but I learned not to interrupt people or disrupt practice with arguments when I was a baby, just like everyone else." He smirked, watching with satisfaction as Kurt's eyes widened. "I think it's time you learned that lesson."