Guys, can I just like… snuggle all of you? I'm seriously overwhelmed by all your positivity! I think my heart just may be exploding, I feel so loved! Thank you so much, I could cry!

I'm gonna do my best to be all up in this story and update like a mad person. However, my school is project based, and I have, like, three this week, so… yeah. I have to do some mad work. We'll see how things go. I'll try to purposefully keep my schedule clear for you and I'll even eat alone like a loser to work on it! (Although, I go to a IB STEM school, so it's not an uncommon sight for more than one reason…)

Kurt Hummel wasn't exactly sure how to feel about himself. On one hand, it's never a good thing to cheat on someone, so he felt a bit guilty. On the other hand, Sam Evans was practically tearing his ear off in the middle of glee club, and there was something to be said about that. He, Kurt Hummel, had one of the hottest guys in school gay for him and unable to hide it.

The fact brought as a small smile to his lips as he tried to push the other boy off him for the sake of Mr. Schue's lesson. He could sing, things were going so well for him, but he was also a little bit worried for Blaine. Rumor has it, the other boy had switched schools, and it didn't exactly sit well with him. He remembered Blaine had already been run out of one public school, and it was probably extremely painful for him to be chased out of another. However, his absence the past couple days had left a lot of opportunity for Sam's and his relationship to grow, so he wasn't planning on looking that gift horse in the mouth.

The word of the week was "Intervention", and Mr. Schuester was prattling on about songs that told someone what they needed to hear. Whatever, he wasn't listening. How was he supposed to when Sam was touching his waist like that? A familiar tune graced his ears when Rory decided to jump on that week's assignment by singing "Obvious" by Westlife. Seriously? How stereotypical could a person get?

Okay, don't answer that question.

But that was one of the last things on Kurt's mind as Sam's fingers were curled around his leg and he had that hungry look in his eyes that Kurt so frequently saw. It was what attracted him to the blonde in the first place. Blaine was an admittedly amazing boyfriend, but he didn't look at him like Sam was right now. He seemed satisfied with a peck on the cheek; meanwhile, Sam was practically pulling him into his lap the second they were alone.

Kurt liked that. It made him feel wanted, and Kurt really liked feeling wanted. For so long, it felt like there wasn't anyone out there who really cared about him. His dad did, but he knew his life would have been easier if he was straight. Carole did, but he couldn't help but question if she had those same homophobic thoughts buried in her that Finn did. Mercedes was religious… But Sam just seemed to crave him with every nerve in his body, and –yes- Kurt enjoyed that thoroughly. Also, it may have made him feel just the slightest bit sexy, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't soak it up.

The song Rory was singing flew by, as Sam didn't tone down the PDA in the slightest, not caring who had a problem with what. Sure, there were the occasional spitballs that landed in his hair coming from Puck's direction, but there were always going to be those. His entire face felt damp from Sam's mouth constantly being on it, and Kurt suddenly realized everyone in the room was staring at him and his boyfriend. "Honey, get off," Kurt whispered, "Everyone's watching." Sam backed away, taking in everybody's faces. Kurt couldn't help but notice himself that Rory looked a little bit hurt. Sam blushed.

"This is awkward…" Sam mumbled under his breath so only Kurt could hear. He just cleared his throat.

"Sorry, guys. I'll pay attention next time," he promised, flashing them all an apologetic smile. Santana arched an eyebrow, her ponytail bobbing with the curious tilt of her head.

"Hmm, because we all know how good you are at doing that," she said sassily, and Kurt wasn't exactly sure what she meant. She was constantly filing her nails during his performances, and it's not like she was doing anything aside from texting Brittany all throughout class, anyways. Santana was a lot of things, but she wasn't a hypocrite. Plus, Kurt was generally pretty good at focusing on the lessons, especially in Glee. Well, that was mostly because he liked having a say just about as much as Rachel did, but that was beside the point.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, and Kurt could have sworn he saw something pass between the eyes of literally every other glee club member but Sam. What did they know that he didn't? Santana stood up and practically circled him- like a lioness it's prey- and Kurt couldn't suppress the fear bubbling up in his heart. The girl was intimidating.

"Look, David Bowie," she started, gesturing to his tight, admittedly sparkly, one-sleeved sweater, "normally, I don't care about the outcome of other people's relationships, especially because I'm usually the one wrecking them, but I like Blaine, and even I think you were acting like a straight up bitch. Me. And you still are," she said, arms crossed over her WMHS logo. Kurt didn't like the way the other members of New Directions were shifting awkwardly in their seats.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, craving Sam's support and crawling into his lap. There was a pause as Santana looked at everyone else expectantly, obviously not wanting to be bothered to be the one to talk anymore. Finn cleared his throat.

"You were kind of killing him, dude," his stepbrother said. Kurt still didn't have any idea what the other Glee kids were trying to say, so he used his go-to move to get Finn to elaborate by giving him the most withering look he could muster. The boy floundered a bit before continuing. "I mean, like, he… I don't know, he just looked all sad and stuff all the time, and he was all tired, and he was skinny, and you were kind of being a jerk to him," Finn said slowly, and Kurt's cheeks heated up.

"It wasn't that bad," he told him, knowing he was blushing furiously. "I mean, he probably had a bit of a clue, but he's pretty oblivious. I bet he's shocked and crap now, but it wasn't worse than any of you guys cheating," Kurt said pointedly, earning a couple lowered eyes and sheepish looks. Mercedes spoke up, giving him an exceptionally disappointed look.

"No, Kurt. He did know. You were pulling away from him," she said gently, and Kurt rolled his eyes, fitting his head under Sam's chin and threading his fingers through his hair. That was something he could get used too. Blaine's hair was always plastered down, and he liked being able to play with something when he kissed Sam. It was refreshing.

"Yeah, whatever. Apparently, this is 'intervention' week or whatever, but I don't need one, and if it's not in song form, I don't want to hear it," he snapped, and crooked his head back to look at Sam for support. The blonde nodded a bit hesitantly, much to Kurt's dismay, but the feel of his lips on his forehead and the scent of his skin had Kurt immediately forgetting. Yes. Sam. Sam was a good choice. A really, really good choice. The other boy's fingers tickled around his waist on one side and up his leg on the other.

Make that a really, really, really good choice.

Nick really liked kids. He felt like a day that ended covered in spit and sore knees from crawling on the floor was a good one. He liked trying to decipher what they said, he liked waiting for them to finish their food or slowly read a sentence, he liked waiting up in their rooms until their parents got home… he liked everything, and he was great with them. Whenever a crying toddler found it's way into Dalton, Nick was always called to 'fix it'.

And when Blaine Anderson was upset? Well, that was no exception.

Nick was already out of his seat before the very distraught looking David in his doorway could say anything. "Lead the way," he instructed, the taller boy nodding and headed down the hall as Nick snagged his blazer from the chair and followed. Jeff, naturally, came in toe, practically breathing down Nick's neck. The kid got clingy when nervous, and he also really hated being away from his best friend, so Nick wasn't surprised.

He was surprised, however, when David led them to Wes and Blaine's shared room, with only the former inside. "Where did he go?" Nick asked, and Wes just pointed wordlessly at the closet door. What the heck? Dalton closets were freaking puny… Nick shooed Wes, David, and Jeff out of the room and pulled at both of the accordion doors, only to find them stuck closed. He yanked again.

"Please, just go away," came a very quiet, desperate voice from the other side. Nick sighed; he was pretty sure they all had been expecting this. He had seen Blaine when he first came in the school, and the sight hadn't been pretty. It was obvious the old Blaine they had seen during Warbler practice wasn't the real Blaine anymore. A breakdown was inevitable.

"I can't go away, Blaine," he said gently, finding a place in his voice somewhere between talking-to-a-five-year-old and consoling-a-newly-widowed-elderly-lady. "You're sad. Let me in," he said, but more in the way of asking permission than the words read off as. There was the sound of shifting behind the doors, but they remained tightly closed. "It's okay, Blaine, I'll just wait. I'll be right here when you want to open up."

And wait he did. For a long, long time. Forty minutes of Blaine presumably standing in the closet crying found Nick sitting on the floor, facing the door, and looking into a pair of very, very red eyes. There was a minute of them just staring at each other, and Nick figured it was he who was supposed to talk first. "Do you want them to come back in or stay away?" he asked, referencing the surely very worried Warblers who were waiting right outside the room. Blaine cleared his throat.

"You can let them in," he said forlornly, and Nick's heart broke. He was sure of it. He went to the door and let the other guys in, all three of them sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall in the hallway. Jeff was practically on top of the door, and Nick couldn't blame him. They weren't accustomed to being separated. In fact, he was more than a little relieved to see him right outside. Nick quickly moved back to Blaine before they could enter and sat him on the bed, taking a spot next to him. He tried not to laugh as the trio practically huddled at their feet. Aww. They cared.

"What's going on, Blaine-a-bee? What has you so upset? Where's your mind at?" he asked, and Blaine gave him a particularly hopeless look that sent Nick's hands off on his shoulders and his arms around them instead.

"What did I do wrong?" he asked after a moment of sniffling. "Why am I so wrong?" Blaine's entire body was wracking, and Nick could feel it all up and down his side. He wanted to scream, You're not Blaine! You're perfect and wonderful, and sometimes the world does crappy stuff to the best of people! You're amazing! You'll see! A quick look to Jeff, Wes, and David proved they were all thinking the same thing, but they knew the situation required a bit more elegance than that. Nick cleared his throat. He wasn't as great with words as the other, more dapper and "behaved" students at Dalton were, but he was probably the best comforter out there.

"Nothing, Blaine," he said, pulling away a bit to look the curly-haired boy in the eyes and dry his tears with his thumbs. "You did nothing wrong, and there's nothing wrong with you. You've just had to deal with a bunch of people who have and who do," Nick explained, hoping he was doing an okay job of getting his point across. He wasn't one of those guys who could just magically have a perfect speech tumble out of this mouth, "Don't let the wrong people trick someone as right as you into thinking bad things about yourself." Blaine shuddered against him, and the sound of the accompanying sob ripped right through Nick like a chainsaw.

"No one wants me," he said brokenly, and Nick just held him tight. Kurt Hummel was going to pay.

I was babysitting, and I now have enough money to buy my skin care stuff again. I was stupid and went shopping last week and used up quite a bit of my funds. This wouldn't be a big deal, had I not been dangerously low on cleanser and moisturizer.

See… okay. I have what you would call "dry" skin. Like, it's not the ashy kind of dry, it's the not-oily kind of dry. So I don't REALLY get zits. However, that doesn't stop me from needing 68 dollars to spend on skincare products. I've got expensive tastes. So I just earned the final 23 dollars I needed to pay it off cause my mom buy's half and I buy the other. SO YAY!