Okay, no talking. Let's just do this freaking thing…

Kurt rolled into the Dalton parking lot, shoulders tense and pressed up against the steering wheel. To say his nerves were frayed would be and understatement. Crap, what was he doing? He was back at Dalton to what? Apologize with a Hello, Dolly CD and a stereo that saw it's first use in the 1970's? This was ridiculous, this was ridiculous, this was ridiculous, and crap, why was he getting out of the car?

He wrapped his jacket tighter around himself and tucked his CD and it's player under one arm as he headed onto the grounds. In theory, this wasn't hard. All he had to do was find the Warbler's block- done- and then look for the second window on the top floor- easy- pop the CD into the stereo –check- put it on the write song –simple- open his mouth, and-

Oof!

Something- or rather, someone- threw themselves into Kurt's side, knocking him to the ground. He struggled to get away as someone else wrestled his stereo off. "For the love of- would you get off of me?" he yelled, the frozen grass crunching beneath him. A hand clamped over his mouth.

"Sssssh. Gosh, quiet! Do you want Blaine to hear you?" a voice responded, and it only took Kurt a second to recognize it as Trent's.

"Yes!" he answered, response muffled by the hand near silencing him. He glared up at the admittedly charming Warbler straddling him, a phone illuminating the darkness encasing them. He could now barely make out Trent's face and just catch Thad's as the other boy hit a number on his speed dial. Kurt could only guess who he was calling, but he knew it probably wouldn't come to any good.

"Wes? Yeah, it's Thad. Dude, grab David and Nick and Jeff and stuff… yeah. Kurt, so I don't know how you want to handle that… We're under you're dorm room. Look out, and I'll wave." Kurt followed the younger boy's gaze up to Wes and Blaine's window, seeing the former peek out from behind the curtain. Shoot. What even was this? He suddenly became very aware of Trent talking to him.

"Yo, if you promise not to run off or yell or anything, I'll get off of you," he offered, and Kurt just nodded behind the other boy's unfortunately sweaty hand, eventually getting to stand up and shake himself free of dirt. Trent watched him warily. Kurt was not happy about this. This was supposed to be a good thing he was doing here; the Warblers should be thrilled with what he was attempting! So why did it feel like he was a little kid about to get put in timeout? Thad eventually clicked off his phone, looking anxiously to the edge of the building for Wes's party of four to come around. Kurt crossed his arms angrily.

"What even is this? I've come to apologize!" he yelped, and Trent looked down to the ground a bit awkwardly while Thad just snorted. Well, that was insulting. "I'm sorry, Thad. Do you have a problem with that?" he questioned, knowing he was being somewhat bitchy and awful, but –hey- they had just tackled him to the ground! Thad glared at him.

"Yeah, because a boom box and an ancient musical'll be enough to clean up a mess this big," he said with a laugh, and Kurt felt his face heat up. He was embarrassed, and mad, and… ugh, where did these guys get off? What happened to once a Warbler, always a Warbler? They were old school: loyal. Why wasn't he included in that? One mistake, and really? That was it?

He opened his mouth to say something snappy back, but suddenly, a set of hands was dragging him away from the window and away from Blaine, and Kurt couldn't help but struggle against them. Eventually, they rounded the front of the school, and the people pulling him away seemed satisfied with the distance between him and the Warbler house. He spun around to meet eyes with a furious Wes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, glowering at him, and Kurt mirrored the look.

"I'm trying to apologize!" Kurt repeated, and once again, Trent's hand was smothering his face. He shook him off. "Oh, as if he would hear me from all the way over here!" he snapped and Trent backed off guiltily. Wes shook his head, clearly already exasperated.

The boy looked strangely emotional. His hair was stuck up a little more awkwardly than usual, like he had been running his hands through it. He seemed tense and oddly… protective. Kurt could see it in the way he was moving and the look in his eye, and it was unnerving. Why was he so worked up? Kurt knew, he knew, he had done wrong, so this couldn't be because of him… Then why did it feel like it was?

"Okay, you know what? No. Don't be mad at Trent; he's doing what he thinks is right," Wes told him, and Kurt was starting to think if Wes kept squinting his eyes at him like this, that they'd stick like that. "In fact, you don't get to be mad at all. We get to be mad. I get to be mad. You don't," he spat, and Kurt was livid. What the heck? He was trying to be good here and do something right.

Kurt knew he had done wrong, and he wasn't proud of it. All he really wanted to do was erase cheating on Blaine and have him at his current disposal to press up against a wall and kiss till they were both breathless. He loved kissing Blaine… he missed kissing Blaine…

"Look, I don't get what you're problem is," he said, trying to calm himself a bit; Kurt knew better than anyone that yelling didn't solve anything. "I'm trying to fix things," he explained, earning him six, identical 'as if' eye rolls. Anger boiled his veins. Didn't they understand how guilty he felt? Why did they have to make things harder when he already felt so terrible? "What? What is it? What is so wrong with me trying to say sorry?" he begged, knowing he sounded desperate, but he was, and he was angry, and frustrated, and confused, and seriously? What was so wrong?

"Where's Sam?" Jeff asked, his voice sounding small in the tense situation, and Kurt's attention was drawn to the Warblers who weren't Wes. He'd forgotten they were there… and he wasn't liking what he saw. Nick and Jeff looked emotionally scarred, and David seemed straight up mad. Oh gosh… what was he missing? And crap… Sam. He shifted his wait from foot to foot, feeling beyond uncomfortable.

"Um… I don't-"

"Exactly," Wes cut him off, kind of spinning away from him for a moment, holding his head in his hands. "Gosh, see? Exactly! You're just… you're just saying words! You're saying words, and they don't mean anything!" he cried, turning back to face him with his arms up in the air. "You can't be sorry, Kurt! You can't be sorry because you don't know what you're sorry for. Stop. Just. Saying. Words!" Wes kicked the ground pointedly. Kurt was completely confused.

"No, I know what I'm sorry for. Do you wanna hear me say it? Is that what this is?" Kurt asked, "Well fine! I'm sorry for cheating on Blaine. I'm sorry for making out with Sam behind his back. But you know what? I'm sorry. So let it go!"

And there was a pause.

A really long pause.

A really, really long pause.

Kurt waited awkwardly for someone to do something. He watched with some alarm as Wes and David shared a look and laughed a bit, the pair both taking a seat on the front steps of the school. No one was talking, and Kurt was inwardly panicking. What even was this? Eventually, to Kurt's relief, Nick pulled out his phone, and Kurt could tell he was searching through for something. Eventually, he passed it to him.

And there was a pause.

A really long pause.

A really, really long pause.

"Okay, I don't get it. Who is this?" Kurt asked, flashing the picture of the small boy on the screen back to Nick. David laughed again, running a hand over his head.

"Look again," he instructed, and Kurt did. Wait… Wait. No… When would this even have been taken? It didn't make any sense, it couldn't be… Crap. Crap, crap, crap, it was. Blaine? That was his Blaine? He looked freaking emaciated! What were these Warblers doing to him? It was like he hadn't slept or eaten in weeks, he was so… small. Blaine had always been short, but now he looked positively tiny with giant bags under his big, brown eyes.

"Oh my gosh, my baby… he looks like he needs to be hospitalized! Haven't you been feeding him?" And once again, his words were met with laughter. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. Why did it feel like he was missing out on some big inside joke? Suddenly, Wes was up and walking towards him.

"Ha, see, no. No. He's not 'your' baby. No, you don't get to call him 'yours' anymore because he's not yours, okay? N-no. No. Not when you don't understand that you're the one that made this whole mess. You. Do you not see that little guy in the background?" Wes asked, pointing to a little blob behind Blaine in the picture. Kurt squinted to make it out. "Yeah, see, that's you. This was your problem, m-kay? That was your problem. Now it's our problem. We are taking care of it."

"Taking care of what?" Kurt asked.

"Taking care of Blaine!" Wes yelled, apparently not caring if the boy in question heard or not anymore. "Taking. Care. Of. Blaine. And why? Because of all reasons that you didn't see. You were killing him, Kurt. You were killing him. Why didn't you notice how much you were hurting him? He was falling apart!" Wes had a crazed look in his eye that Kurt didn't like, as if he had been too stressed for far too long. He and Blaine were close, that Kurt knew, but he seemed overly protective for a matter so simple, and what was he talking about? He ducked back when Nick's phone was shoved in his face again. "Look at him, Kurt! For the love of all that is good, just look what you did to him!"

But Kurt didn't want to look. He didn't understand. He just wanted Blaine, that wasn't Blaine! He backed away from Wes. "I'm going to find him."

"Crap, Kurt, no. NO!" Wes yelled after him, reaching out to grab his arm, but Kurt was already too far-gone. Wes could literally feel his blood boiling as his hand shot into his pocket, fishing for his cell. He speed-dialed Blaine. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."

Wes didn't need this. He was already tired and stressed enough from taking care of Blaine when Kurt wasn't thrown in the picture. The last thing he needed was for the psycho heartbreaker running around Dalton and ruining everything he had been working for. Because, honestly? Wes was working really hard for Blaine to be okay on his own, and he wasn't going to feel on his own if Kurt was showing up and around all over the place.

"Hello?" the soloist answered, his voice sounding weak over the phone. What was this? How was it legal for a person to sound so sad and pitiful? How was it legal for a person this close to him to be so sad and pitiful? Wes was pretty sure he was going to get gray hairs from all this...

"Blaine! Hey, awesome, can you do me a favor?" he asked, trying to not sound to horribly concerned. "Would you just take the back way out of the school and meet me at your car? Let's go get, like, ice cream or something…" he suggested. He heard Blaine's breath catch over the line.

"He's here?" Blaine asked, and Wes could have hit his head against the concrete enough to make it bleed, he was so frustrated. Curse Blaine's stupid, weirdo, psychic connection to Kurt! Why did everything have to be so difficult?

"Yeah, Blaine. And we thought it would be best if maybe you two didn't-" Wes was cut off by the clicking of a dropped call. Crap. This was not going well. He took a deep breath before turning to face his fellow Warblers. "Okay, guys, new plan. Find Blaine ASAP and kidnap him for all your worth. If Kurt apologizes then… then…"

"Blaine will crawl back to him," David finished for him, and Wes gulped, nodding.

"Yeah, he'll do that. So spread out."

Having so much fun leaving you hanging! WOOT WOOT! Now excuse me, as I've very ill and on the urge of vomiting through my freaking eyeballs. I'll work on the next chapter straight away… and then I need to finish SWB, or I'll kill myself, I swear…