Rehearsal for the day went without a hitch only in the sense that Schuester didn't utter a single word while they still struggled through the choreography they created for themselves or forgot their lines or Kurt rushed off stage to hem and embellish costumes at the first hint of a break despite knowing how unfocused it made him look. He was running out of time and he had to split his attention. Blaine, try as he might to plaster a smile on, was the worst offender, blatantly watching the others' footwork and always a step behind despite knowing exactly what he was supposed to do. His frustration was evident anytime he wasn't performing. And still Schuester let it slide.

Kurt knew he was to blame for Blaine's lackluster performance. Blaine kept his distance throughout rehearsal, sticking close to Schuester's side since Kurt wasn't likely to approach him there. The quick moments where he looked up and in Kurt's direction told him Blaine's eyes were still red, presumably due to their fight the night before when Blaine begged him not to give into Schuester's demands. Kurt would have to address that, and how Blaine was avoiding him. And he probably had to address his missed connection with Schuester before he got to making it up to Blaine.

After all the threatening and ultimatum issuing, Schuester hadn't even bothered to answer when Kurt arrived. He waited as long as he could force himself before he took Schuester ignoring him as an ineffable gift, but couldn't relax when he had no idea what Schuester would do next or what consequences would come for not following Schuester's orders when hehad. Kurt bolted anyway. Kurt began to suspect he lost all cell reception when Blaine didn't answer his phone one of Kurt's multiple calls, frustrated at being stood up by Schuester for a date he didn't want and not feeling considerate enough to give Blaine space after their argument.

Given the lack of fuss, Kurt almost thought he could get through rehearsal without Schuester making a public scene. Until the end.

Schuester broke through the din of cast members getting ready to leave for the night with a loud, "Blaine, come back up here for a moment. I have an announcement."

Blaine jerked to attention and did what he was told. Schuester steered Blaine to the center of the stage.

Everything would be easier once this whole thing with Schuester was over. Kurt's one day reprieve was almost up. Dread built up in the pit of his stomach. Once rehearsal was over, he'd go to Schuester and smooth over the whole thing. Once he was done semi-listening to Schuester praise whatever dance move Blainehadperfected or positive attitude he displayed or whatever. Even when he screwed up, everyone loved him. Kurt wasn't worried for Blaine.

He could ask Blaine to wait for him this time. Blaine always agreed to whatever he asked. It wasn't just nerves that had Kurt exhausted: Kurt grew too used to having Blaine in his bed, tossing and turning the night before without Blaine there to kick his shins, and sleeping alone one more night wouldn't result in actual sleep. It seemed too selfish, too unkind to make Blaine wait knowing exactly where Kurt was, but Kurt held the same assumptions about what/who Blaine did when Blaine wasn't around. He tried not to think about how Blaine afforded his gorgeous apartment at Dalton or his Brooks Brothers addiction when it stung to be confronted with the ugly reality that his doting boyfriend slept with other people for personal gain and Kurt, despite his internal protestations, was the jealous type. They both seemed to be. If they could push their jealousy aside, it'd be so nice to have Blaine to come home to. He might be able to breathe easy again.

Up on the stage, Blaine avoided Kurt's eyes.

Schuester waited until the chatter died down. "Blaine will replace Kurt in the lead role. Effective immediately."

Kurt froze in shock as he heard but couldn't believe Schuester's announcement. The theatre around him erupted into loud objections.

"You can't. This is Kurt's show!" Rachel argued.

Mercedes was right behind her. "It's too close to opening night to make casting changes."

"Do you even give a damn about the show?" Mike added. "The show's nothing without Kurt!"

Kurt clenched his jaw and lifted his chin. Blaine sat by Schuester in rehearsal for a different purpose then. Mr. Schuester hadn't answered his door the night before and Blaine hadn't answered Kurt's calls. He brushed off those incidents at the time, assuming Blaine took a client at the last minute out of spite and Mr. Schuester was playing some kind of game by making him wait. The thought of Blaine taking clients because Kurt was otherwise occupied unsettled him but he figure that was as low as it got.

Schuester held up his hands to hold off the protests. "We start rehearsals again in the morning. If you don't want to be here then don't show up. All of you are just as replaceable as Kurt."

Santana and Artie stole glances at him but Kurt couldn't focus on them.

"We're done with bad attitudes here," Schuester continued, his voice booming in the large, empty space. "I won't tolerate them anymore. You're dismissed for the day and I don't want to hear a word."

Uneasy silence fell over the cast as they moodily gathered their things, glaring at Schuester but unwilling to break his command against speaking. Schuester's temper hadn't been directed at them before. Santana was the first to break it by snarking, "I guess I owe you a check after all" at Blaine as she passed. Rachel pulled Tina over to whisper in her ear. The cast would head over to their apartment to decide what they were going to do. They'd expect Kurt to have a solution to all his plans crashing around him. As much preparation as he put into the show, there was no backup plan in case it was stolen from him.

Kurt gathered his strength to storm up the stairs against the stream of everyone else filtering off the stage, his head held high. If there was one thing he could do well, it was wrath. He was done holding it back. He marched over to Schuester. "Explain yourself. You have no reason to replace me."

Schuester didn't have the decency to look concerned. "You seemed to have one too many commitments. I took one away."

"I wrote it! It's my play!" Kurt didn't care how shrill his voice sounded or who overheard it. "Power trips only work over things you get to control!"

Blaine looked ready to flee. He shrank back to the side, away from both of them.

"You signed over rights to me to produce it. Your play is in my hands now. I can do what I want with it." Schuester draped an arm over Blaine's shoulder and Blaine stopped edging backwards. "Blaine's willing to be my lead. People who are willing to do the work get the parts."

"You mean on board with yourcompletely inappropriatedistraction from professional work?" A hard, icy edge worked into his tone. Everything felt like it was crumpling around him. His dream of being on Broadway was gone. Will touching Blaine, and Blaine letting him, had Kurt seeing red. For the sake of his show he put up with Schuester: for ages he resisted allowing himself to even mentally criticize his mentor without reminding himself what Schuester had done for him. Schuester's boundary-overstepping was the price of doing business. Now he saw Schuester without the rose-colored glasses for exactly what he was: an unscrupulous tyrant who made sex a condition of working with him where young hopeful-actors were concerned. Schuester didn't look appropriately shamed and Kurt snapped. "You're not the hero you think you are in anyone's success story. You're the manipulative creep with no boundaries and the good you do for someone's career doesn't erase the fact that you are aterrible person!"

Blaine slipped between them, forcing Kurt to take a step back from yelling in Schuester's face. "Kurt, wait! Don't do anything rash," he pleaded as low as he could. Kurt refused to meet his eyes as he took another step back. He didn't want to look at him. Blaine reached for his hand. "It's still your show. If I can't perform, you'll have to."

Kurt batted him away. "Do. Not. Touch. Me."

Blaine jerked backward, hurt evident even though Kurt hadn't touched him either. He regained enough composure a moment later to whisper, "Don't say anything you'll regret. Keep your mouth shut and stay away from the show for a while. It'll be okay."

Kurt shook. "I can't believe you. You don't mean this." He knew Blaine, or thought he did. Blaine supposedly was in love with him, but he took the one thing Kurt wanted most in the world. Being furious with Schuester was infinitely easier than sorting out the mess Blaine made of his heart. "You stole my part," he intoned aloud and the gravity hit him. Blaine had to want the role for Schuester to give it; Schuester didn't do favors for free. Blaine asked for this to happen. When? Before he asked Kurt not to sleep with Schuester so Schuester would be all the more willing to strike a different, more rewarding deal?

Kurt felt the tears coming. Blaine had the sense to look upset but that didn't pacify Kurt like he thought it might. Schuester watched with open amusement.

Blaine cast a look in Schuester's direction before intoning, louder, "You had something I wanted and it was easy enough for me to take away. I asked to be in your show, didn't I? I told you this was a dream of mine. You can't fault me for doing what anyone in my position would do."

"You stole my part, youwhore."

Kurt's shaking hand covered his mouth. Of all the vicious things he meant to say to Blaine, that wasn't one of them.

"I need to go."

Blaine folded his arms in on himself. "Before you say something you'll regret?"

***

Rachel shoved another tissue in his face.

"We're not star-crossed lovers." Kurt wiped his eyes. In his reflection, they looked bloodshot. He needed a way to conceal that. Or to stop crying. Stopping the tears was really the optimal course of action. "He made a choice. I thought I mattered more to him than a chance at stardom."

"Did he think the same?" Rachel asked. Kurt ignored her knowing reflection. Her idea of helping was following him into the bathroom, with no regard for his privacy, as he fled past the rest of their friends to try and make himself presentable again. And occasionally she handed him a tissue.

He spent so long thinking the show was the only thing that mattered. Picking the show over Blaine's pleading to stay away from Schuester was a given. Blaine had no right to expect Kurt to change his plans, whether for love or Blaine's own self-serving purposes. He wished Blaine's demands to ignore Schuester were for love. Kurt bought into love so willingly. He'd sworn this feeling off for a reason. Everything inside of him ached.

He knew Blaine was a risk. He put his career on the line by conducting a secret relationship under his jealous producer's nose. He knew that everything could come crashing down around him by not taking care and not letting his newfound feelings for Blaine interfere with his commitment to making the show happen. He didn't expect Blaine to be the one to send the pieces flying. A fitful night's sleep where Blaine bruised his shins wasn't supposed to have any significance and now it'd be the last thing they'd share.

He knew something was wrong when Blaine asked him to run away. He didn't understand Blaine's motivation. He could've stolen Kurt's part without getting close to him; once Blaine was in the show, he was set. What did making Kurt believe they were in love benefit him? What would running away right before the start, like he suggested, do to get him the role?

"It's perfectly understandable if your eyes are a little red when you come out. We're you're friends and we just want to support you." She tried to hand him a fresh tissue.

"Not yet." Kurt waved her off with his still partially dry one.

Whatever he did once he faced the rest of the world wouldn't get him what he wanted. He couldn't make Schuester give the role back any more than he could make Blaine be in love with him.

"Everyone will pretend not to notice if you're suddenly wearing sunglasses indoors. Do you want me to get your sunglasses?"

"No."

"The rest of us will quit. You're more important to us than getting out on that stage."

Kurt would have laughed if his chest didn't hurt so much. He knew how hard that was for Rachel to say.

"We've got your back," Brittany called in agreement from the hallway.

Kurt startled at the sound. He jarred the door, tissue in hand, to see not only Brittany beaming at him but his entire cast (his entire cast minusBlaine) crowding in the threshold listening in. Of course. Meddling but well-meaning. He could count on consistency in his friends' overstepping.

Mercedes smiled at his shock. "It wouldn't feel right making decisions without you. And goodness knows we can't all fit in there. We're ready whenever you want us."

"No boundaries," Kurt murmured. He grabbed another tissue from Rachel. Louder, he added, "I'm not letting strangers have my show. You put too much work into it already."

"No way we could pick a part in a show over you," Tina scoffed. "Unlikesomepeople."

"Just call him down to the theatre and tell him it's over," Santana said. "We all knew this might happen when we signed on. We'll get over it."

As touching as the sentiment was, Kurt held firm. "I'm not making a selfless request when I say I want you to continue with the show. If you quit, then he has everything and we have nothing."

"Not the songs," Brittany interrupted. "We all did those together. You can't give away something that's not yours."

"Brittany has a point. We can fight for the songs." Artie flipped through the bound pages of the script on his lap. "Maybe salvage some other pieces."

"It's hardly an opera. We need an actual script," Mercedes argued.

"But at least something's still ours. The script doesn't function without the songs either." Tina looked around for confirmation and got a few nods. "He can't use it for anything if we tell him the songs are ours."

"We'll figure something out. We're not giving up yet," Mike said.

"Then neither am I." Kurt shook the canister of hairspray. His look needed to hold.

***

On the way to Dalton Blaine managed to sneak a text to Hunter: make sure your cameras are working.Confirmation came less than a minute later.

***

"I didn't expect you to offer me Kurt's role," Blaine protested quietly when Schuester let himself into Blaine's Dalton studio. He raised his chin from his knees. He couldn't bring himself to move any more than that ever since he made it home and went straight to the comfort of his bed and hugged his knees to his chest. He should stop pouting and get on with seducing Schuester. He looked miserable, and miserable wasn't what Schuester signed up for. Blackmail wasn't what Schuester signed up for either, but the seduction needed to go successfully for the blackmail to exist.

"You asked me to make you a star," Schuester reminded him.

"Not at Kurt's expense. I thought you meant something of my own." Why couldn't he ever think things through? Consequences didn't cross his mind. Not getting his way didn't either. He didn't suspect Schuester would change the rules on him. Count on Schuester to be spiteful in his offer to help.

The previous night, he'd hoped Will would choose him over Kurt. Blaine's heart hammered at the sound of the buzzer, knowing Kurt must be outside waiting to be let in. Schuester could easily kick Blaine out in favor of finally having Kurt. Or Schuester could play dumb and let Kurt up the stairs to alert him of Blaine's betrayal right then. Blaine hoped that someone fallen from grace, in need of redemption, could be more tempting than Kurt and his innocence.

Schuester's choice to ignore Kurt felt like such a victory. At the time. Blaine got caught up pretending he was a secret agent on a covert mission to seduce the enemy and play-acting took the inevitable consequences out of his focus. He didn't let himself think on how Kurt would feel and focused instead on his own goals: if he couldn't escape being That Whore You Get to Feel Better Than as soon as people found out, he was going to be ThatBadassWhore Who Ruined a Terrible Person's Career. The one single suggestion of Hunter's whole terrible sex-tape-to reality-TV pitch that Blaine liked was putting things on his own terms. He wouldn't have to be a career liability for Kurt once his "shameful" secret life as a prostitute – that he didn't actually feel bad about without others making him feel that way – was out in the open and redeemed through causing Schuester's downfall. Kurt would forgive him eventually. And Blaine would sell his story to star in his own made-for-TV movie . . .

"He was getting cocky."

Blaine literally bit his tongue to keep defensive words from tumbling out. Schuester could say what he wanted and Blaine just needed to nod along until he had the footage. Hunter wouldn't recognize Schuester, ideally wouldn't suspect a thing about Blaine's sudden reversal on the sex-tape proposal, but anyone who worked with Schuester professionally wouldn't be able to turn a blind eye to Schuester offering a role in exchange for sex. Using Schuester wasn't going as planned with how Schuester decided to kick Kurt out of his own show but if Blaine didn't keep it in motion he'd lose everything. He still had a chance to try and make things right. All he needed was a confession on camera.

He couldn't work up the courage to move. He sat, hands around his knees, pouting. Pining for Kurt already. He told himself the sooner he got this over with the sooner he could tell Kurt that the role was his again, strings no longer attached, and start earning his forgiveness.

"Forget about him. If this production succeeds you will no longer be a prostitute but an actor. A real, honest to God actor. You'll matter. No longer the social pariah. People will want to be you rather than pity you. What's Kurt have against all that adoration? This is the best offer you're ever going to get."

"An appeal to selfishness would work far better on Kurt." The sullenness in his tone was 100% real. How could Kurt pick a chance at stardom over him? Kurt would forgive him eventually forpretendingto do the same. When Blaine kept Schuester too occupied saving his career to even think of touching Kurt. And then Kurt would apologize for calling Blaine what he was. As soon as he gave Kurt's role back to him, Kurt would realize how wrong he was.

"There, see? He's not even that good of a friend to you. It's all for the best."

Blaine dropped his chin back to his knees. He heard those words too often. Of course, Kurt always thought that what he wanted was best. Then there was the Warblers' council, and Hunter making decisions without his consent because he deemed it the right choice to make, and now Schuester. Blaine ran away when he heard his parents say it too much and he couldn't believe them anymore.

He desperately wanted to run now.

"Or don't do the show," Schuester shrugged, eying Blaine skeptically for still not moving. "It pans out for me either way. With how jealous we're making Kurt? He'll make you work to keep that role in under a week."

Schuester gave him to perfect transition and he couldn't use it. He'd have to get Hunter to cut that. He needed Schuester's confirmation that Blaine's actions were in exchange for a role, but any mention of Kurt couldn't make it to the final video Hunter would release. "I don't want to hear about Kurt anymore."

Schuester paid Blaine's request no mind. "I've never worked with anyone so ungrateful. He started off so promisingly and then forgot about how I've done everything for him, I made his life what it is. All he does it take."

Blaine pushed backwards on the bed, away from the edge and Schuester, with a huff. "All of this role-switching was for you to get Kurt to give you what you want; this isn't about helping me at all. Or anyone else. Youusedme," Blaine snipped more fiercely than he intended. If Dalton really wanted him dead like Blaine so melodramatically implied the night before, Schuester would be the last person he would trust. Schuester wasn't about to leave Kurt alone just because Blaine came into the picture and it made him furious to realize it.

Schuester's eyes narrowed dangerously and Blaine realized his rash mistake. His stupid mouth ran away with him. He already seemed overinvested in Kurt, and arguing with Schuester over him would hurt them both.

"Is that a new feeling for you? You're awfully conniving yourself,lover. You came to me demanding favors. You know those don't come free. Or without stipulations. I'm giving you to opportunity of a lifetime; you don't get to put conditions on it."

Blaine immediately schooled his features into something less confrontational and more wide-eyed-and-in-distress. The sudden switch in intensity had Blaine reeling, several steps behind and hurrying to catch up. "Please, Mr. Schue." He wrung his hands in his lap.

"That's better."

Blaine's body thrummed with nervousness at the change in mood. He didn't handle confrontation well and Schuester's anger was palpable. "I don't know what's going to happen to me. I need your help."

Schuester ignored him. "The whole cast acts like I've done nothing for them. None of you would be here without me! I made this happen for you! You wouldn't even know you had dreams without me. Just like everyone else I've helped."

Blaine waited quietly, anxiously, for the rant to pass. He tried to look sympathetic.

"They forget what I've given them. They all forget as soon as they have what they want. I thought Kurt would be different. He needed me the most of any of them. Who else would take a chance on him? They should love me. The whole cast should love me."'

Kurt's initial mix-up between them had Blaine insulted to his core that he swore was nothing like Schuester's. Seeing himself in Schuester when he spent so much time thinking they were opposites terrified him: asking nicely vs. shouting, selling himself to the rich and powerful vs. demanding a price from people who felt like they had no other options, showering Kurt with affection vs. demanding it from him. But their motivation proved to be the same: an all-consuming need to be loved. Blaine understood too well the overwhelming desire, going out of his way to make sure he was thought well of, driving himself crazy when he couldn't force someone to like him. Blaine never realized its toxicity until he saw it in Schuester.

The strong desire to run away returned. He wanted out. He wanted to never, ever see himself in Schuester again. He promised himself that whatever happened once Hunter released the video, he'd try not to obsess over how he couldn't make himself likable to everyone. He knew he got like this: he knew he took things too far when he wanted to be loved. This would be the last time he'd do this.

Blaine ran a shaky hand over his hair. All he needed was a confession. 30 seconds about something other than Kurt. Some acknowledgement of Schuester's expectations. He couldn't back down. It'd be over soon. "You know I need your help. I'm so scared of what's going to happen to me if I don't get out of here. I need to leave Dalton. I can't stay here any longer."

Schuester waved him off. "Once Kurt is willing to put effort into his show again, he can have the lead back. I'm not focusing on anything new until this show is done."

"How long has Kurt been stringing you along? He's never going to sleep with you," Blaine reminded to try and get Schuester tomove on. He needed to edit like hell to use any of what Schuester said so far, but too much editing and he wouldn't be believable. Detangling himself from Kurt, even in Schuester's thought process, didn't come easily. "I'd say write your investment off as a sunk cost but you already got a great show out of it, and now you have me. What more do you need?"

"His gratitude," Schuester insisted stubbornly.

"You'd have that if you weren't always trying to force him into something!"

"And you would never. You'd never try . . ." Realization flickered in Schuester 's eyes. He slammed the palm of his hand harshly against Blaine's vanity. The crashing sound echoed loudly through the otherwise silent room as bottles shattered and shards of glass scattered everywhere.

Blaine couldn't help flinching.

***

Dalton looked as timeless as ever as Kurt approached. The doors to enter felt even heavier. No one anticipated his arrival and opened them for him this time. He didn't see a single Warbler until he entered the common room.

"Kurt again? Why are youalways here." Sebastian snarked from his perch on the Warbler's council table.

Wes snapped his fingers in Sebastian's direction without turning to look at him. "Get out of here, Smythe. You know better than to sass –"

"People who've never paid for a damn thing?"

Kurt held his head high. He couldn't think of solutions, so at the very least he wanted answers. "Is Blaine here?"

"I never know where he is," Wes groused. "If he's not right in front of me I assume he's with you."

"Has Schuester been coming to Dalton the whole time? I need to know."

Wes arched an eyebrow. "No, he's never come to Dalton," Wes promised. "I doubt he's inclined to either. From what I understand of him, he routinely sleeps with his protégés so he can attribute all of their successes to himself. We can fulfill a lot of interests here but it's hard to make roleplay as satisfying as the reality and the reality is so, so easy for him to obtain." Wes offered him a knowing smile. "Furthermore, you're responsible for your own actions. Who Schuester does or doesn't sleep with is a moot point if you're not willing to sleep with him yourself."

"Tell that to Blaine."

Kurt spun on his heel and stormed out of Dalton for the last time. Sebastian and Wes exchanged a look before bolting up the stairs.

***

"You and Kurt have been playing me from the start! Right from the day I met you!"

Blaine's heart raced the moment he heard the glasses from his vanity shatter. He kept his wide eyes off the wreckage and on the unpredictable producer he regretted letting into his home that already hadn't felt that safe lately. Blaine assumed Schuester forgot about their initial meeting. He'd forgotten about it as well. And forgotten how easily Schuester had bodily thrown him from Kurt's dressing room.

Blaine unfolded his hugged knees to stand. Schuester's iron grasp high on his arms halted him and kept him off balance, half-bent over the bed.

"I'm through with games. I don't want to deal with your negotiating. You and Kurt, all you do is try to wheedle something out of me. I'm in charge of this show!"

"Will, let go of me." Blaine held his hands up in appeasement. He struggled to keep his voice level and his body still despite the straining position Schuester had him in where he couldn't get his feet under his weight. His calves hit against the bed frame and skidded into Schuester. "I can explain."

His heart hammered louder and louder the longer Schuester refused to loosen his grip. Could Schuester feel it? The sound was deafening in Blaine's ears.

***

Once again there was no answer at Schuester's apartment building. Kurt buzzed incessantly. If they were both there, at least they couldn't enjoy themselves with the alarms going off.

***

"Kurt knows nothing of this! It's always been me." Once again, Blaine didn't think things through and got himself into trouble for it, but only one person needed to take the fall if Blaine's blackmail scheme fell all the way through and Schuester stayed in control of the show. "I set him up the night you first met. I knew you couldn't resist helping him and he was too shy to approach you. I'd do anything to get out of Dalton. I need your help and I didn't think you'd take a chance on someone like me. He didn't know. He still doesn't."

"What lie won't you tell?" Schuester snapped. Mere inches from Blaine's face. Blaine could feel the pressure from Schuester's anger between them, hot in the air. Blaine bent further backwards and then regretted it. His feet skidded forward and nearly sent him sprawling. "All this talk about Kurt. All you care about is Kurt! Everything's been about him. We're on my terms now."

Blaine kept his hands where they were – unclenching, undefensive, unlikely to incite further anger – as Schuester shouted in his face.

"Every last one of you has been a liar. All I ask for is gratitude and instead you use my good will and scheme behind my back!"

He learned how to box for a reason. He didn't want to feel like this again. Like he didn't know what to do. He was supposed to know how to react, not be trapped in his own indecision. He automatically stepped in front of Kurt at the sound of a car backfiring last week, but he couldn't talk himself into edging away from danger for his own sake. Blaine knew he could get away briefly if he tried, but then what? Shoving Schuester away was bound to escalate the situation. Some traitorous part of him protested that hitting Schuester to escape wasn'tniceand he shouldn't just assume the worst from people even when Schuester's grip stung and kept Blaine from getting to solid ground. The fingers digging into his arm weren't that big of a deal. The pounding in his chest was an overreaction brought on by a bad, completely dissimilar experience years ago. It would be okay. Schuester's anger would pass as long as Blaine didn't provoke him further.

"Can't we go back to talking about our feelings?" Blaine panted.

With a snarl Schuester flung him backwards. The springs under Blaine bounced and he scrambled for purchase. He knew from boxing that once you were down it was so much harder to get back up. With Schuester's weight on him it would be next to impossible. He kicked himself over the side. He landed hard.

Pavarotti screeched. Blaine's heart pounded too loudly too hear anything else, even though he knew Schuester was bellowing at him for his ingratitude. Blaine tried, later, to recall if he heard the door burst open. Nothing registered but the slippery glass under his hands and the frame he couldn't quite reach to pull himself away. Not until Schuester crumpled to the ground as well.

Wes's face looked positively feral. "Update your goddamned schedule."

Sebastian and Hunter hauled Schuester's unconscious body away. Blaine collapsed, closed his eyes, and waited for his heart to return to normal.