Blaine sat away from everyone else in the back of the room during Warbler's practice. He wasn't able to concentrate on what was being said. He was too lost in his own thoughts. Being back at Dalton was odd to say the least. To be surrounded by people that think they saw you just last week when for you it has been months.

 He was back to being treated like the golden boy, the rock star. He was looked at as the awe inspiring gentleman he had tried so hard to be back then. Blaine used to love the ability to hide here; to pretend he is something more than what he felt he was.  Here he was his own blend of Cary Grant, Rock Hudson, Gene Kelly and for intense moments Gregory Peck. But now well, now it was unnerving to see how few of the people around him really knew him. He hadn't expected to be so conflicted about being here again.

 Blaine isn't sure he could be friends with half of these people not after what happened less than a year ago. What Blaine guesses for the Warblers will be more than a year from now. These people think they are his friends but they aren't. They were willing to trade his friendship and wellbeing for a cheap plastic trophy. These are people that bullied and cheated just for a chance to be a footnote in the history of Ohio state show choirs. There is no way these are his friends. These are people that will watch him in desperate need of help, screaming out in agony, huddled to the ground in a filthy parking garage crying and still just walk away like it was nothing, like he was nothing. They have betrayed him, they will betray him.

He felt like he did at his old school that same trepidation.  He was starting to feel dizzy everything seemed distant. It felt almost muggy it was getting hard to breathe. Blaine loosened his tie and rubbed his hand across his face. He hadn't realized he was sweating. He felt a kind of tingling numbness in his hands and feet. His stomach dropped and his mouth began to salivate. Blaine was sure he was going to be sick. In the distance he could hear Wes announce their competition for sectionals. Blaine tried to get out of there; as he stood up his vision dimmed and he began to fall.

Blaine woke up as Flint placed him on one of the couches in the room.  He could hear that stupid gavel being banged and the general panic of the Warblers.

"I have told you all that we must stay calm" Wes said with as much authority as he could.

"Did he hit his head when he fell? Did anyone see?" David asked.

"I'll Google what to do if someone faints" Thad told everyone.

"Maybe he needs to eat something?" Jeff added.

"Yeah, maybe he is hypoglycemic" Nick agreed.

"Position the person on his or her back. If the person is breathing, restore blood flow to the brain by raising the person's legs above heart level - about 12 inches (30 centimeters) - if possible. Loosen belts, collars or other constrictive clothing. To reduce the chance of fainting again, don't get the person up too quickly. If the person doesn't regain consciousness within one minute, call 911 or your local emergency number." Thad read loudly and with so much dramatic affect you'd think Cooper taught him to read.

"Please tell me none of you are thinking of a career in medicine or anything that requires you to be observant" Trent said as he made his way to the couch. "Blaine has been awake since Flint put him on the couch." Trent pointed out "Are you okay, Blaine?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Blaine said as he slowly sat up.

Suddenly there was coffee, bottles of water, fruit and cookies being handed to him. Someone put a blanket over his shoulders.

"Where did you get all of this stuff?" Blaine asked looking around in astonishment.

Most of the Warblers chuckled at Blaine's genuine surprise.

"The dining hall, lunch bags and the blanket is from the emergency kit Antonio keeps in the trunk of his car" Wes tells him.

The Warblers all doted on Blaine making sure he ate. They promised Blaine that one of them would be there to help him throughout the day. They even worked out a schedule. They all seemed to truly care about him.  It was hard to come to terms with but the fact was that these boys hadn't actually done anything wrong yet. The final thing that swayed Blaine into forgiving the Warblers was when he realized that the Warblers were like him. They had acted based on their resentment of being left for bigger and better things. Their unforgivable actions haven't even happened yet. If he doesn't want to be a hypocrite then he has to forget the future mistakes and treat these people at face value.

The Warblers stuck to their word, someone was there with Blaine every minute of the school day. It was nice to know they cared but he needed time to be able to do his class work without someone checking on him and whispering the correct answers. He needed to be able to get lunch without someone trying to help serve his food and even cut it up for him. And what he needed more than anything he has ever needed before was to be able to shower after gym class without other guys watching him.

The Warbler's council scheduled an emergency meeting at the end of the school day.  Blaine knew they were just checking up on him.

 He decided now was the time to try to act like the old Blaine. That way they will leave him alone for at least a minute.

When the meeting starts Blaine request the chance to speak about their competition for sectionals.

"The council recognizes junior Warbler Blaine Anderson" Wes stated.

"My fellow Warblers, I believe that the Hipsters are not serious competition for us. Our vitality and contemporary song selection clearly give us the advantage. The New Directions however, we are grossly uninformed about their style and strengths. Gentlemen, might I recommend that in an era of social networking and multimedia that we use these innovations to our advantage I suggest..." Blaine pauses and straightens his tie just for dramatic affect "YouTube"

Blaine found it hard to believe that the Warblers would honestly applaud that crappy idea but it means they are treating him how they used to.

As the meeting ended Wes told everyone that they were to research the New Directions tonight and email any videos to the council that displayed the talents that are the biggest threat to the Warblers chances at a win.

By the time Blaine got home he had a text from almost every Warbler informing him of their availability day or night, that if he needed anything just call. When Blaine checked his email he found the remaining Warblers had sent the same offer via email along with their phone numbers.

He also had an email from his mom it was one of the three her standard ‘we miss you, see you when we get back' emails that she sends ever day while they are away on business (Blaine hadn't even noticed they were gone this morning). Blaine thinks she has three different ones hoping he doesn't notice that they are all just the same email reposted over and over again it didn't help that after Cooper moved away it took her six months to notice the emails were still addressed to both of them. Blaine replied with one of his eight standard ‘I miss you and can't wait until you get home' emails.

Blaine realized two things as he stalked the New Directions on YouTube, one: He had suggested that the Warblers spy on the New Directions and two: that none of the videos that they put up featured Kurt. So, he watched and sent Wes links of Kurt's Cheerleading videos.

God he missed Kurt. Kurt was gorgeous, talented and hot.

Blaine began palming his dick through his pants. He worked franticly to undo his pants thinking of how sexy Kurt was. How he was able move his lean body to convey desire and want in a way that Blaine hadn't seen him do in a performance until after their first time.

It immediately hit Blaine why Kurt was so different and it almost made him sick. Kurt had told Blaine that he couldn't act sexy because he was too romantic and the subject of sex in general made him uncomfortable. But now it was apparent that that forced kiss did so much more damage to the person Kurt would have been then Blaine ever thought. The boy in this video could be sexy and he was. He wasn't afraid to have someone see him as a sexual being because he felt safe. Blaine didn't notice a change in Kurt after it happened because he hadn't known him before.

Blaine was brought back to reality by the sound of an incoming text. It was from Mike.